Sometime in the Winter of 2007-2008:
She bent at the waist to examine a blood pool on the floor, knowing that he was standing nearby behind her.
In his peripheral vision, he caught a glance of that cute little ass stuck up in the air. He shook his head and smiled a crooked grin; she'd been doing stuff like that ever since they showed up at the crime scene and it was having an undeniable effect on him. He squirmed in his jeans, trying to adjust himself so it didn't feel so damn tight down there. "She's gonna pay for this lata'," he thought, setting his camera down to watch her.
Aware that he was looking at her, she wiggled her ass slightly, thankful that they were the only two people in this part of the scene. She was having fun with this and didn't want to be forced to stop due to someone else's presence.
She was teasing him relentlessly and he knew it was definitely on purpose. He walked over to her, put his hands on her tiny waist, and pressed his arousal against her ass. "Ya tryin' ta' turn me on, Montana?" he asked huskily as he leaned over and whispered in her ear, letting his hot breath caress her skin.
"Maybe," she replied, turning to face him. "Is it working?"
"I dunna, ya tell me," he suggested, pull her hard against his hips.
She moaned slightly at the feel of his hardened cock pressing against her and felt herself starting to get moist between her thighs. "Are you trying to turn me on, Messer?" she asked, her voice already throaty with desire.
"Turnabout's fair play, babe," he grinned, releasing her and walking away.
"Don't think that you're gonna get away with that, Danny," Lindsay threatened, smiling at him.
"I was hopin' ya'd say that," he replied, giving her that cocky grin she loved so much. "Now hurry it up, the faster we process this scene and finish up at the lab, the faster I can getcha back ta' my apartment and finish what ya've started!"
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She swore the clock must be broken; time was moving way too slow! Ever since they'd gotten back from the crime scene, Danny had turned the tables and was now effectively making her insides bubble with lustful anticipation. She was peering at a trace sample under the microscope when she felt his presence fill the room and the heady smell of his cologne made her want to swoon. Trying to ignore him, she continued to examine the trace slide.
"Whatcha lookin' at, Monroe?" Danny whispered as he leaned down next to her, the thick New York accent that she loved so much sending shivers down her spine.
"Trace I pulled off the vic's clothing," Lindsay replied, trying her very hardest to focus on her work and not her lover's heated proximity.
"That interestin', huh?" he asked, positioning his face next to hers, pretending to actually be interested in what was on the slide. After glancing behind him to make sure no one was looking their way, Danny let his lips drag over Lindsay's neck, nibbling as he drew them up to her ear.
"You are… not… making… this easy," Lindsay protested, her words coming out breathily as she looked up from the slide.
"Yeah, I know, but I cain't help it if I love ta' watch ya squirm," he laughed, turning away from her and beginning to head towards the door.
"You are evil, Daniel Messer," Lindsay accused, half smiling.
"Don'tcha know it!" he grinned, leaving her alone in the lab once again.
She shook her head to herself after he left. She'd make him pay, she just didn't know how yet.