On One Condition
Title: On One Condition
Author: Diane
Pairing: Danny/Lindsay
Rating: Teen Rated
Disclaimer: I don’t own a thing!
Spoilers/Warnings: This is set post 3x24 but makes no specific references to any episode. Story contains a little sexual innuendo but it’s nothing too explicit.
Summary: Danny watched from the doorway of his bedroom as she began making the bed and he could tell from the soft smile on her face and the way she hugged his pillow that she was reminiscing about how it had gotten so messy.
Author's Notes: To avoid any possible confusion, this piece is something I wrote a long while back for a different fandom and which I’ve adapted to suit this one.
Danny watched from the doorway of his bedroom as she began making the bed and he could tell from the soft smile on her face and the way she hugged his pillow that she was reminiscing about how it had gotten so messy. The cream coloured, fitted sheet had come loose and was hanging off of one side while the navy blue comforter had ended up on the floor together with one of the pillows. A smirk tugged at his lips when she suddenly stretched forward to straighten the sheet, causing the white button-down shirt of his that she’d put on to ride up her slender thighs which, in turn, gave him a glimpse of her pale green panties. His palms burned with the need to touch her and just as he was about to step forward, her voice broke the silence.
"I can feel you staring at me, you know."
Chuckling, he asked, "Is that why you suddenly leaned forward?"
Lindsay turned her head towards him and gave him a smirk of her own as he walked towards her. "Maybe." She bit her lip to try and stifle the moan she could feel bubbling up in her throat at how sexy he looked first thing in the morning with his mussed hair – which was mainly due to her running her fingers through it all night – and his perfectly sculpted chest and arms. His boxers were slung low on his hips and her eyes were suddenly drawn to the fine trail of hair leading south.
Placing one knee onto the mattress, he lowered his head and captured her lips, kissing her soft and slow. Their breathing was harsh and heavy when they eventually drew back from one another and when he'd finally caught his breath, he asked, "Do you need a hand?"
"With making the bed?" She didn't know why she even voiced the question since she knew that wasn’t what he was referring to.
Shaking his head, Danny’s smirk deepened as he wrapped his arms around her waist, somehow rolling them over so that she was now lying flat on her back with him on top of her. Her brunette locks were spread out messily on the pillow beneath her while he held himself above her, his weight braced on his forearms which were resting either side of her. Before she could say a word, his mouth was sealed against hers and he was stealing her breath once more. The feel of her blunt fingernails running up and down his back made him shiver with anticipation as did the sensation her talented fingers caused when they played with the elastic of his boxers before they delved beneath the fabric.
"Montana..."
"Uh huh..."
His mouth latched onto her neck, tasting the saltiness of her skin, a result of their earlier... activities, before again kissing upwards and seizing her mouth in another lusty, heat-filled kiss. When he felt her tongue licking at the seam of his lips, he immediately parted them and granted her access, gasping at her thorough exploration of his mouth. God, his girl could kiss! His hands wandered over her curves until he grew impatient to feel her naked skin against his own and he began popping the buttons on her shirt.
"We're going to be late for work," Lindsay managed to say between kisses.
"So?"
"So, we've got to get ready."
"Oh, I'm ready," he told her, rocking his hips against hers which made her giggle in response.
"You're terrible, you know that."
"Tell me somethin’ I don't know," he quipped.
"C'mon, Danny, we can’t be late. We promised our relationship wouldn’t interfere with our jobs."
Raising himself up onto his forearms again so that he could look into her face, he sighed loudly. "Fine, but on one condition."
"Hmm, and just what might that be?" she asked, trailing her fingers across the back of his neck, liking the way he shivered at her touch.
"We come back here after our shift ends and you help me mess up my bed again." He grinned.
Pushing herself up on her elbows, Lindsay smiled as she pressed her lips against his. "Deal. Now, get your ass moving. The sooner we get going, the sooner we can get this day over and get back here." Wrapping her arms and legs around him, she rolled them over so she was now on top and before Danny could do anything, she'd disentangled herself and was making a beeline for the bathroom. Popping her head around the door, she told him, "Oh, and since you interrupted me making the bed before, you can do it while I'm in the shower."
"What?" A frown creased his forehead. "I thought we could, you know, shower together. I mean, it'd save time and—"
"Nice try. If you get in this shower with me, I know we won't be leaving any time soon and Mac’ll be after the both of us. So, get making that bed."
"Fine!" he mumbled to himself as he got out of bed and began piling the sheets and comforter in the center of it. A smile threatened to split his face in two though when he heard the shower running and making as little noise as possible, he crept towards the bathroom and slid the glass door open, grateful to see his girlfriend’s back was to him as he climbed inside.
"Danny!"
The laughter that erupted from her was proof enough that she was more than a little happy that he'd ignored her demand.
Fin