Prompt: frisky
"Stop it," Lindsay said firmly as Danny's hands wrapped around her waist, "Right now."
"I don't want to….how come you're wearing so much stuff?" he asked as he pulled at the ties of her sweater.
"Because, hey," she smacked his hands when they found skin, "We're having company, remember? Everyone's coming over to watch the game."
Danny pouted, it was very dramatic, "But we were supposed to be alone. We were going to have sex before the kickoff, and during halftime, and after the Giants won."
Lindsay shook her head, "Did I know about all this sex we were having? Because I don't remember agreeing to any of it."
Danny smirked and turned her around so he could kiss her nose, "I was going to talk you into it. I'm good at that. Remember the Superbowl?"
Lindsay turned a bright shade of red and smacked his arm again, "Company. There will be no repeat touchdowns tonight."
Danny pouted again, "You can't say no and then use sex football analogies. You know how horny it makes me when you talk like that."
"Oh, like when I mention that you can spike it in my end zone."
Danny groaned, "Baby, come on….please…we'll be so fast."
"Yes, that's always what a girl wants to hear."
Danny rolled his eyes, "Don't pretend you don't like it fast, because you do. Besides you always come no matter how fast or slow or hard or…."
"Oh my god, you are impossible."
"And you love it," he said and kissed her again, his hands undoing her pants before she can argue.
"Okay, okay," she said, gasping as he touched her, "but really fast because…"
It's then that that she hears the buzz that announces someone is there.
Danny sighs unhappily, "Great, no frisky time."
Lindsay giggled and kissed his cheek, "Hang on until halftime, and I'll give you some frisky time in the bathroom."
Danny smiled widely, "You're…awesome."