TITLE: STAY WITH ME

RATING: M

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. Nada. Zip.Zilch.

SPOILER: Post 3.18 Sleight Out Of Hand

Special thanks to my beta, SallyJetson for her brilliant inputs. This is my very first M rated fic, so please be kind...

All mistakes are mine and no one else's.

He couldn't think of a time when he was this happy. This content.

She's back. She really came back.

Danny had picked her up from the airport and drove straight to his apartment.

It had been two weeks since his surprise visit to Montana. Two weeks since their first kiss, in the middle of the airport where she had sent him off.

He didn't know how it happened; who had kissed who first.

It just…happened.

It was hot. Scorching. Hungry. Lusty.

He had half a mind to just drag her to the men's room and fuck her, right there and then. To hell with his flight.

But he didn't want their first time to be cheapened.

He had waited for almost two years. What's two more weeks?

Kinky stuff could wait for later…

And now here they were…finally.

Once they were in the apartment, she dropped her luggage and took in her surroundings. "Nice place."

He smiled. "It suits me. You hungry?"

She shook her head and licked her lips. "I'd like to take a quick shower, if it's okay. It's been a long day."

Visions of her naked and wet teased his mind.

"Sure." He cleared his throat. "I'll uh…I'll get you a towel."

"Thanks."

Fifteen minutes later, he was stretched out on the bed with his back propped against the headboard. He'd removed his shoes and socks and unbuttoned his shirt, but he was still uncomfortably hot.

And so fucking aroused.

He knew sex wasn't what she needed right now.

She looked worn out. What she needed was a goodnight sleep.

But hell if he didn't want her more now than ever.

He looked down at his watch. She had been in the bathroom for almost 20 minutes. "Quick shower, eh, Montana?" He smiled to himself.

He turned on the television, but he couldn't tune out the sound of running water in the bathroom. He felt tortured.

When the water finally stopped and she stepped out with her curls wet and her body wrapped only in a towel, he nearly groaned.

She was home. She was with him.

She was his.

Patience, Messer, patience. There's always tomorrow night. Or tomorrow morning. Bright and early.

She strolled toward the bed and sat on the side of the bed, near his hip. So close that he could smell his soap on her bare skin. All that creamy skin, damp and rosy.

He desperately wanted to touch her skin. Touch her everywhere.

Instead, he just stared at her, unsure what she wanted at that particular moment. He noticed the water droplets that clung to her shoulders and gulped.

He was unwilling to do anything that would ruin this moment or worse, make her feel ill at ease with him.

But when she rested one slim hand on his naked abdomen, he almost choked on his breath and went instantly hard. She had to notice his erection, given that his cock strained against his jeans.

But she said nothing.

Using her fingertips, she teasingly traced the line of hair from his navel down to the waistband of his jeans, making him shudder and break into a cold sweat.

She unsnapped his jeans and slipped her cool, soft hand inside.

He groaned. "Lindsay…"

She freed his erection from the tight restriction of his jeans and he groaned again when she leaned forward and brushed her cheek against him. He could feel her hot breath on the head of his cock.

But he also felt tenderness, because this was Lindsay Monroe, and with every second, every heartbeat, he came to realize that she was his other half.

She was the woman meant for him.

She made a small hungry sound, and licked him from the base of his cock to the very tip.

His hand clenched in her hair, his control fast slipping.

"Linds, wait."

Lifting her head, her beautiful brown eyes soft and heavy with lust, she asked, "What?"

The way she was looking at him now made him breathless. He'd never get used to the way she looked at him with so much warmth and love in her eyes.

Love? God above, he hoped so.

He closed his eyes and struggled to breathe evenly. "Let me get out of these jeans first."

"All right." She smiled and stood.

Then she dropped the towel.

He lost it.

She won, hands down.

"Fuck, Lindsay," he growled.

Catching her around the waist, he tumbled her down into the bed and moved over her. The touch of her bare breasts on his chest had him in a whirl of need.

"Lose the jeans, cowboy," she whispered in his ear.

Hell no!

If he shucked his jeans off now, he'd be inside her in the next second.

Threading his fingers through her curls, he took her mouth. He pushed her chin down with his thumb so that her lips parted for him. His tongue swept into her mouth and tangled with hers, and he tasted the pure, innocent sensuality that was so much a part of her.

When she started to break the kiss, he cupped the back of her head in his palm to hold her in place. With a low growl, he slanted his mouth across hers and kissed her long and deep until they were both panting, and soon kissing wasn't enough. He slowly worked his way down her body and took a few gentle, hungry, love bites that had her gasping and squirming under him.

He looked up at her face as he suckled her nipple, and dragged his teeth gently across the sensitive flesh, the rasp of his teeth made her cry out, clutching his head to her chest.

"You like that?" he whispered against her nipple, now wet from his mouth.

"Danny…"

He lifted his head and she stared into his burning eyes.

With her eyes fixed on his, he pushed her legs wide and knelt between her splayed thighs.

"I want to taste you," he growled.

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