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A/N: So I was watching the one episode that was around Halloween time and this idea came to me. MeLty goodness, of course!

When she looked at him it was obvious that he was not sleeping. His eyes were bloodshot and there were bags underneath his usually alert blue eyes. He also looked spent, almost like he spent all night worrying and all day working; trying to forget about the nighttime worry. Of course all of that could be because it was three in the morning. An overwhelming wave of concern washed over Lindsay as she stood in Mac’s doorway looking up at him. Lindsay grinned and offered him a cup of steaming coffee.

“Lindsay, what are you doing? It’s three in the morning,” Mac asked her. He accepted the cup of coffee and let her walk past him and into his living room.

“Stella said you hadn’t been sleeping and…I couldn’t sleep either so I just figured…” Lindsay trailed off. She had chosen to look at her feet instead of him as she spoke. He wished she would look at him. Even at three in the morning she was radiant—a beautiful woman he was struggling to tear his eyes from.

“You wanted some company,” Mac said as more of a statement than a question. Lindsay nodded and sat down on the couch. Mac sat down next to her a bit back a grin when he felt her shiver from his sheer closeness.

“Are you cold?” Mac asked her, feigning ignorance. He slipped his arm around her shoulders before she could answer then waited for her to pull away. But she never did. Instead she scooted slightly closer to him and placed her hand on his knee.

“A person needs to sleep you know,” Lindsay whispered. Mac looked down at her and smirked, wondering what she could possibly be getting at. He only hoped she was thinking along the same lines as he was.

“So I’ve heard,” Mac prompted, urging her forward. Somehow his hand had ended up on the small of her back and he was now drawing circles through her shirt. He wanted to dip his fingers underneath the thin fabric and touch the warm skin it concealed. He wanted to cover her body in kisses and gently caress her body with his hands. But he tried not to think about that.

“I’ve got a few ideas on how to get us both sleeping soundly,” Lindsay said mischievously. Mac grinned and waited for her to finish.

“We could take cold medicine,” Lindsay smiled then continued speaking, “or we could watch a few hours of infomercials. They’re so boring we would not be able to stay awake. Or…there is one other thing.”

Mac parted his lips to ask her what that was but Lindsay made that unnecessary. She set her cup of coffee down and then climbed into his lap. Her fingers were buried in his hair as she brought her lips down to the hollow where his neck met his shoulders. She began to tease them gently across the soft skin, waiting for a reaction from him. Eventually he put one hand on the small of her back and the other he buried in her hair.

Lindsay pushed her hips against his and groaned when she met his arousal, straining against his jeans to be freed. He dipped his hand underneath her shirt and swiftly pulled it up over her head, then met her eyes. He was searching for some sort of emotion in them, trying to decide whether he was allowed to continue. Her response seemed to satisfy him because he was soon on his feet and carrying her back to his bedroom.

“Is this what you had in mind when you came over here?” Mac asked her as he set her on his bed. Lindsay laughed and wrapped her arms around Mac’s neck, drawing him in closer to her.

“I’ll never tell,” Lindsay said in a taunting voice. Mac chuckled and then leaned in and captured her lips in a gentle kiss. She pulled him on top of her and then pulled his shirt off of him, breaking the kiss only as long as necessary.

Mac ran his fingers along her silky skin then traced his lips down the same trail. Lindsay was fighting to undo his jeans as he slipped her shoes off and then began to slowly undo her jeans. She wiggled underneath him, attempting to make him stop torturing her, but Mac did not seem to share her impatience.

“Mac,” Lindsay groaned as he finally rid her of her jeans. She wiggled underneath him and then stopped, realizing he was not going to give in. His lips found hers once again and Lindsay finally managed to slip his jeans off of him. They made a dull thud as they landed on top of hers where they lay forgotten.

Mac’s fingers were on her stomach, slowly working their way downward. He slipped her delicate panties to the ground and grinned when Lindsay gasped. He slipped his fingers into her wet folds and then slowly pulled them out. Lindsay moaned and then pushed her hips against his. He slipped his boxers off and then undid Lindsay’s bra. Now there was nothing between them and nothing to stop them.

“This doesn’t seem to be working. I’m wide awake,” Mac said. Lindsay looked at him with a mysterious look, and then lifted her head up and caught his lips in hers.

“Stop teasing me and just do it,” Lindsay growled in his ear. Mac looked at her with a wide grin on his lips then kissed her neck.

His throbbing erection was between her thighs and no matter what Lindsay did she could not move so he was inside of her. She squeezed her thighs together and bit her lip when Mac groaned and thrust his hips against hers. He stopped kissing her shoulder and looked up at her, urging her to continue. And she did just that. Only this time she bucked her hips upward as she squeezed. For a brief moment Lindsay wondered how many times she would have to go through this before he finally gave into her.

Mac slipped one hand between her legs and then dipped two of his fingers into her folds. Lindsay groaned and rocked her hips against his fingers but he pulled them out too quickly.

Lindsay was panting and trying to get Mac inside of her. She squeezed her thighs together again and rocked her hips upward. This time she did not stop, instead she kept rocking her hips into his, stopping only when she thought Mac had gotten her message. But he obviously had not. He grinned at her then slid his fingers into her warm folds and pumped them in and out, in and out. Lindsay moaned and rocked her hips along with his fingers. She could feel her climax building inside of her and tried to quicken the pace but Mac pulled his fingers out of her and grinned wickedly at her.

“Do you like playing this hard to get game?” Lindsay asked him her breathing still erratic and heavy.

“I think I’m winning.” Now it was Lindsay’s turn to grin wickedly. Lindsay moved so that she was on top of Mac and straddling him. She leaned down and kissed him, then slid onto him. She closed her eyes and cried out then looked down at Mac.

“Oh really?” she asked him in a hoarse whisper. Lindsay began moving her hips against Mac’s, and then suddenly she stopped. He raised one eyebrow and then leaned in and captured her lips in a heated kiss.

“Okay, you win,” Mac growled as he began to move his hips against hers. Lindsay resisted at first, hoping to show him how difficult he was being, but she eventually gave into him. Lindsay raked her nails across his back and quickened the pace. They cried out their pleasure in tandem and then fell collapsed into one another.

Exactly thirty-three minutes after Lindsay had shown up at Mac’s door his phone rang but he was too busy to pay any heed to it.

“Are you tired? I’m not,” Mac asked Lindsay. Lindsay shook her head and let him roll her onto her back.

NY—NY

Mac opened his eyes and smiled, then pulled Lindsay closer to him and closed his eyes again. She had done it. Lindsay had found a way to get him to sleep. He was rather surprised he had lasted as long as he had. It had been a long time since he’d made love more than four times in one night.

Beside him Lindsay sighed softly and then buried her nose in his shoulder. One look at the alarm clock told them they were late for work, but the dead could wait. Her eyes opened and she smiled at him then closed her eyes and snuggled into his side.

“Can we call in sick?” Lindsay mumbled. Mac chuckled but nodded yes. He would do it later; right now he had some pressing matters that needed attending to.

END

A/N: So…did you like it?