Drabble: First Kiss (CSI:NY, Stella Bonasera/Don Flack, FRT-13)

[kathierif_fic]

Stella supposed that Don was a decent dancer, if not even good, if he put his mind to it.
He wasn’t right now.

She winced when he stepped on her foot again and carefully looked around his shoulder again.
“You see him?” Don asked, forcing a smile onto his face.

Stella shook her head. “Not yet,” she answered and allowed him to pull her even closer. His arm settled comfortably around her, and his smile lost the forced edge for a moment.

The music shifted to a slower song, another melody that was vaguely familiar, when Stella looked around again and froze.

“He’s here, Flack.”

Don nodded and maneuvered them closer to their target. Stella didn’t dare looking directly at the man, but she kept him in the corner of her eye, still whispering information into the microphone hidden on her body.

“Damnit,” she swore after a few minutes. “I think he saw us.”

She looked at Don for a clue how to go on. This was his case, after all, and he was the leading detective.

“We’re not in position yet,” he answered. “We can’t let him…” He saw the movement from the corner of his eye and did the first thing that came to his mind.

He pulled Stella tight to his body with one hand, the other curled into her long hair to tilt her head up, and pressed his lips firmly to hers, hoping that the semi-darkness of the room and this was enough to distract the attention of the man away from them, to make them blend into the crowd, to give them the precious minutes their co-workers needed to move into position to make an arrest.

It worked. From the corners of half-closed eyes they saw him move away from them and settle back down at the bar.

“You’re a better kisser than dancer,” Stella whispered against Don’s ear as they continued their observation, but she supposed that Don would also be an even better kisser if he wasn’t distracted by watching a murder suspect at the same time…