Disclaimer: I don't own CSI: New York, Danny Messer, or Lindsay Monroe.

There were a lot of things that Lindsay Monroe liked about Danny Messer. A lot of things that she couldn't even begin to describe if asked. Like how it was that the first time he kissed her she lost her legs. She couldn't remember how to breathe sometimes. And there wasn't any scientific explanation for that.

But there were some things that she could tell you she liked, things that you could see. Because, to be honest, most human beings were that vain and naive that they had to look at face value first. If there's not some sort of attraction, even if it's just a bit, why would you bother having a relationship short of platonic best friends?

That was the best part about their relationship. He was her best friend. And it hadn't taken long before she'd realized that he was really attractive. And besides that, sometimes she couldn't help but laugh when the scruff on his upper lip would meet her skin in a kiss that was just the exact place to elicit said laugh.

She couldn't deny that she loved the fact that he wasn't anything like Montana boys. A whole breed of his own, she'd say. She'd been to Staten Island. She'd been to nearly every nook and cranny of New York City, and that was saying something. And she could never seem to find someone quite like him.

But one thing she couldn't ever manage to get past was the way Danny dressed. She hated the fact that he could wear blue jeans and a long sleeve shirt to work nearly every day. Mostly she hated it because she knew how much she really loved it.

Suffice to say, Danny Messer in dark washed out denim was quite the turn on.

And it was sort of distracting. She could keep her head most of the time, retreat to the break room for coffee and try to settle her hormones down after she'd relayed her information, but sometimes he really got to her.

Something about denim.

"Danny?" She mumbled. She didn't exactly want to draw attention to the fact that she'd been paying such close attention to his jeans, but at the same time she was rather curious. Call it an over active mind due to being a crime scene investigator. Perks of the job.

"Montana?" He responded, with a lift of his eyebrows. And somewhere in the back of her mind she had to admit that the action was very sexy.

"What's on your pants?" She couldn't stop herself from laughing, the question coming out so entirely bluntly. Danny looked down at the dark smudges near his pockets, trying to get it off.

"I think it's chocolate," he answered, still scraping at it. Then he stopped, a pause, and looked up at her. "Wanna taste?"

"You seriously expect me to lick chocolate off your jeans?"

"That's not actually what I had in mind," he grinned at her, "but if that's the way you want it, g'head." A light blush graced her features as he moved closer to her. Maybe she shouldn't jump to conclusions. She crossed her arms, refusing to give into him.

"I'd rather not, Messer." She laughed. Always the best way to cover up a blushing face, a frenzied thought pattern, and a wildly beating heart, right?

"You don't know what you're missing, Montana." And with that he stuck his chocolate covered finger into his mouth. And sucked. And then pulled it out slowly, with careful precision, making absolutely certain that he had every last bit of chocolate off his finger. In the mean time, Lindsay had had to turn away, completely vexed by the image of Danny Messer licking chocolate off his fingers.

He was teasing her. And somehow that didn't seem fair.

She didn't think through what she did next. She didn't want to. She never would have done it if she'd taken the time to realize what exactly it would mean. And maybe she didn't even realize what she was doing until she was halfway through it. But she wasn't one to be outdone.

So when Danny Messer found his finger inside of Lindsay Monroe's mouth, he was more than a little surprised and a hell of a lot turned on. His look of surprise had quickly changed to a grin, and before too much time got away from them, they were already running out of air.

The thing was, Lindsay Monroe always knew there was a reason she liked denim and chocolate.

X-posted to livejournal.

Born out of the fact that I need a place to put any random nonsense I write about Danny/Lindsay. The rating probably doesn't need to be as high as it is, but I'm just being on the safe side. Um...I came up with title first, and you can probably tell. Chocolate because, hey, they're M&Ms (in the words of Adam Ross: What up!), and denim…well, I can't be the only one who's completely in love with Carmine in jeans, right?

:) Let me know what you think! Especially because this is the first time I've really written anything with Lindsay…

-Piper