A/N: This is what happens after the events in my previous fic "Best Eaten Cold". Although I would love it if you read that before this, it's not really neccesary to do so. All you need to know is that Danny and Lindsay attended a fund raiser, Lindsay wore a to-die-for dress and things got... kinda hot. Thus, they decided to take their, uh, situation, to a less public place. This is where this story begins.
A/N2: I am 60's child who reaped (and sowed) her share of wild oats in the 80's. Back in those days, to say sex was recreational is somewhat of an understatement. You were on the pill to avoid pregnancies, you took a couple rounds of antibiotics to deal with known STD's and AIDS... AIDS was some sort of obscure disease that came from Africa and seemingly affected only those practicing anal sex. All this, just to say that I know zilch regarding condom etiquette. Therefore, I don't mention them in my fics. Real life, however, I'll probably be the one giving you a pack if I know you're out for a "night in town", so to speak, and be very in-your-face about you using them if you're planning on indulging in any sex activity.
RECAP TO MAKE SURE YOU UNDERSTAND: Danny & Lindsay: fictional characters, no worries. You: alive and kicking. Be smart. Use condoms. Protect yourself.
With that issue out of the way, I'll get off my soap box and move on to the story.
A/N3: Oh, sorry... one last thing. I'm sure that if you read the above you're smart enough to realize this is an M-rated fic that's going to deal with sex between two consenting ADULTS. If you're bothered by that, or if you're underage, perhaps it'd be best for all of us if you just skip this one. Thanks.
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Danny realized that heir original plan of waiting until they reached one of their places before ravishing one another had several flaws. The first one being the elevator ride down to the basement parking lot. How was he supposed to behave for 6 floors? Specially knowing there were video cameras in there? Luckily for him, however, there weren't the only ones headed for the parking lot, so they had enough company on their way down. Once in the parking lot, however, they were on their own.
Lindsay was starting to feel nervous. She wasn't regretting her decision to give "them" a try, but rather, she was wondering how they were going to manage to wait until they reached, what she assumed would be given the shorter distance, his place. She was already feeling what could only be described as "Messer mouth" withdrawal symptoms and didn't think she could wait 40 more minutes or so before she could taste him again. His kisses were so friggin addictive, the damn man oughta come with a warning or something. It was completely unfair, really...
Danny's thought were headed, more less, in the same direction. He was sure there was no way in hell he'd be able to drive all the way to his place without suffering some sort of accident with her sitting by his side. And Montana didn't have to do anything. Just the arousal heat that was coming of from her was driving his crazy. Combine that with the giddy feeling the knowledge of what was coming was generating in him, and it would definitively be a miracle if he didn't end up wrapped around a lamp post. Danny Messer decided right then and there that he was going to need a lil' "something" to keep him going and get them both to his place in one piece.
The moment they reached the truck, he pulled her closer and trapped her body between his and the passenger door. Before she could protest, he was once again feasting on her lips, imprinting them with his own. The need to have her right this minute was overwhelming, and Danny knew his sexual hunger far too well to let that happen. Montana deserved their first time to be done properly. Hell, THEY deserved their first time to be a remarkable experience, and a quickie on the front seat of an NYPD's official vehicle was hardly remarkable. So he willed himself to go slowly.
His kisses turned lingering and less demanding, His hands moved more slowly, more caressing and less needy and exploratory. Lindsy felt the change in mood and although she appreciated and relished it, it did nothing to lessen her sexual need. You had to love Danny for trying to do right by her, but... Lindsay's breath caught in her throat when she realized she had used the word "love", and for the briefest of moments she felt the urge to stop and bolt, before things got too out of hand to deal with later...
Who was she trying to kid? This... thing... she had with Danny was much more than "just sex" and she knew it. If it were just a matter of hormones, she would have dragged him to the nearest deserted office, unlocked supply closet or empty bathroom style and have her way with him, which would have meant zero foreplay. No, for "just sex" Lindsay would just bunch the dress around her waist and reap the benefits of her "gone commando" situation. He would have, in turn, just needed to bend her over a desk, or, quite simply, fuck her against the wall. No need for kisses or caresses, just some hot in-an-out motion and they've be done with it and back at the party in less than 20 minutes, and that would be it.
Yes, Lindsay Monroe knew "just sex" and she was pretty much sure Danny knew, too. And this... this was way much more than just sex. The way his lips took their time working hers in a circular motion, the way his fingers kept tracing sinuous shapes down the length of her back. Even the open-mouth kisses he placed on her neck or the way his hands gently cupped her breasts all the while avoiding her sensitive nipples... each and every action on Daniel Messer's part screamed "love" to her, and she wanted her body to scream it back at him.
But the parking lot at their office building wasn't the right place for it. Just sex, yes, and she made a mental note to bring him back here for a quickie somewhere down the line, but for their lovemaking, privacy and a bed were a most. And Lindsay swore she'd show Danny just how great was using your body to show how much you love the person you're with. Unfortunately, the last couple of years had been full of just sex, and her body was spoilt into seeking quick release, as her response to Danny's gentle kneading of her ass evidenced. She willed herself to calm down first, and the she softly pushed Danny away.
His reaction was quick. "Something wrong,
Montana?"
Fear was evident in his voice, and her heart swelled a
bit more.
"No, Danny, nothing's wrong. Quite the opposite. It's just that... easy does it, if you know what I mean..."
One look at his facial expression told him that he didn't.
"Look, Danny, it would be way too easy for us to start fucking right here, right now..." His eyes grew big when he heard her utter such words, who would have known his Montana used such language?
"... but I would really, REALLY, like it if we made it to your bed before I slide down the zipper on your trousers..."
Danny almost choked. "Fuck, that was hot" he thought. Deep inside of him he had always had the suspicion that Montana was a force to be reckoned with, some sort of free spirit that didn't mince words or hesitate when going after she wanted. And he was joyful to find out his suspicions had been right.
"Ok, Montana. I'll be a gentleman and open the door for you and keep my hands of you on the ride to my place. However, I CAN'T guarantee that your dress will make it as far as my bedroom. Consider yourself lucky if it makes it as far as my doorstep. Don't say I didn't warn you."
"Hope that means you've already figured out how to take this off..." Lindsay's quip was halfway directed at her, since it had taken her a good 20 minutes to figure out how to get in the dress in the first place, much to Stella and Stefan's delight.
"Trust me, Montana, they're still to put together a dress I can't remove in less that 45 seconds.."
"That a promise, cowboy?"
Damn that woman!
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A/N: Silly little me thought this could be done in one-shot... guess I was wrong!
