Title: Overtime
Category: CSI: NY
Rating: K+
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Don Flack/Lindsay Monroe
Prompt: Music
Word Count: 488
Summary: Flack is reminded that there are upsides to bad days.
Overtime
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He could hear the tune even as he was walking down the hallway to their apartment and his lips quirked at the corners. He dug his keys out and felt his shoulders relax as the music got louder, the rhythm easier to recognize. He pushed the door open, shrugged off his jacket and kicked the door closed, turning the deadbolt before he shuffled out of his shoes and made his way to the living room. It had been a long day; exhausting and nerve-wracking and his first thought was to fall into bed and sleep it all away. Forget dinner or a shower or anything; he was just beat.
But as he came around the corner, he found her, standing there in the middle of the floor, barefoot and wearing his favorite basketball jersey that slid against her thighs as she danced all over to the song playing on repeat. She hummed, she sang (off key), she twirled and danced (not sexy so much as just to have fun); all the while unknowing that he was right there. He leaned against the wall, watched, grinned, and suddenly he wasn't so tired.
He crossed the room silently, wrapped his arms around her waist, taking her off guard and laughed lightly as she shrieked and slapped his shoulder playfully in reprimand. And then she leaned back into him, eyes half-closed, still humming under her breath as he rocked them side to side to their song. She slid her hands over his as they lay splayed across her stomach, twining their fingers.
"How was work?" she wondered, voice soft.
He shrugged. "'m just glad it's over."
She nodded understandingly before lifting one of her hands back to wrap around his neck, stroking the nape gently. "Nice moves, Flack... I'm impressed."
He smirked. "All for you, Monroe."
She lifted her eyes to his. "What else do you have for me?"
He ducked his head, mouth slanting across hers, tongue trailing over her lips and gaining entrance easily before finding her tongue to dance with quicker, deeper. She moaned softly, turning in his arms and pressing against him tightly. His hands slid down her back, bunching the jersey up in his fists. Their kisses became more frenzied while air was ignored.
"Just how bad was work?" she panted teasingly as they broke apart for a second.
"Bad. Real bad," he said, nodding slightly before he drew her in closer, burying a hand in her hair, tangling his fingers in the soft brown strands.
She laughed as she hopped up and he caught her legs by her thighs, holding her up in the air against him. "I'll have to cheer you up then, won't I?"
He turned, walked toward their bedroom, left the music playing on repeat in the background. "I'll need a lot of cheering."
She kissed his chin, winking. "I'll have to put in overtime."
There were upsides to a bad day.