Authors Note: Inspired by the song You belng to me by Vonda Shepard.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own CSI: NY and I don't make any money from it.
Warning: Mention of Sex.
You Belong to me
"You belong to me," the speakers sang as Mac slowly twirled Stella around and pulled her close again. She giggled as she slowly moved along with him, humming along with the song.
As the song slowly died he reached for the remote to turn it off saying, "Time for bed."
"Is it that much already," she said, looking over at the wall clock that showed 1 Am.
"I'm afraid so, and I do have to get up early for work and so do you my darling," he said and smiled at her.
"Hmmm, ever considered to just stop working," she said, letting a hand stroke through his gray stained hair.
"And let the criminals go free, what would be the fun in that?" he asked, raising his brows as she had saying something shocking.
"I do suppose you are right handsome," she said, giving him a peck on the cheek.
"Or do you wish to retire?" he asked her, they were after all above that age.
"And let the youngsters take over, don't think so," she said, wrinkling her nose.
"Well them after you my lady," he said, gesturing towards their bedroom.
She giggled, but as she passed him he playfully slapped her ass, making him turn to say, "Oh will you give it a rest."
"Like you even mind," the old man said, pulling his wife close to assault her lips.
As she broke free with another giggle she said, "You haven't done that in a while."
"Well then I say it is about high time," he said, winking at her.
"I do agree, maybe we should do an all nighter as when we were young," she suggested.
"I am up for it if you are," he said.
"I wouldn't have suggested it if I weren't" she said with a smile.
"Hmmm," he said, pulling the her into the bedroom, letting it slam behind them. The sign on the door was going up and down before it again stood still. It read, "You belong to me."
Mac had hung it up when they moved in together after their wedding thirty years back, as he knew already back then and long before that Stella would always belong to him, maybe that was why she had come back from New Orleans to spend the rest of her days with him when he asked her so many years ago. They were simply not good apart as they are belonged together, it was as easy as that.
Happy giggles were heard from inside, soon turning into moans of pleasure as late night turned to early morning, they may be old, but in their hearts they would be forever young.
And the last thing he whispered to her before falling asleep was, "You belong to me." She just vagluely nodded, neither caring that they would only get one hour of sleep before their alarms went off. One hour were more than the enough for the supervisors of the New York City Crime Lab, but until than they would sleep tightly wrapped up in each other, peacefully sleeping, belonging to each other, he to her and she to him, devoted to each other until the end of time.
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