Prompt: Song
"You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips," Lindsay sings softly along with the television.
Danny smirked, "Are you and Tom doing a duet?"
Lindsay glared at him, "Shut up. I love this movie. It's awesome."
"Awesome? It's a chick flick."
"It is not. There's fighter jets, and manly men, and kissing."
"Kissing is girly."
"Not that kind of kiss. It's all…hot and sexy. And I totally pretend…" Lindsay trailed off and blushed deeply.
"You totally pretend what?"
"Nothing," she said, "Leave it alone."
His eyes widen, "Montana, do you have a Top Gun fantasy?"
"Shut up," she said.
"You totally do."
"Maybe I do. So what?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
Danny leaned over and nuzzled her neck, "So, I can get on board with a little fighter jet sex."
Lindsay chuckled, "What are you going to sing to me?"
Danny nodded, "There's not tenderness anymore in your fingertips," he said it more than sang it, but it was still sexy.
"Will you kiss me all sexy and dirty and…."
His lips silenced her.