I'm reorganizing, so you might have seen this one in my collection, but I think it works better by itself. Thanks for reading!
Rating: I guess this should have a slightly highter rating...there is one bad word.
Disclaimer: Nope I don't own CSI NY or Danny or Lindsay, despite what the voices in my head tell me.
Touch
She was desperate to feel something, anything.
Anything that would give the indication that she was still alive, still capable of feeling; anything to give her that flutter in her heart or the slow burn of heat through her body. The same feeling he could give her just by saying her name, or looking at her.
She glanced around the dimly lit bar, eyes scanning the men at the bar. Some were chatting up uninterested girls, others with their male friends laughing loudly making comments to other girls. She saw one man at the end of the bar, turning a glass of whisky in his hand. He looked like a stockbroker. He looked at her, sizing her up, he approved. He would do fine, she thought.
She had to pretend she was drunk, or at least a little bit buzzed. She wanted to appear to be a lush rather than a desperate girl looking to get laid. She gazed at him, hiding her desperation to appear alluring. His mouth quirked into a small smile as he drank the last of his amber liquid. She coyly brought her gaze back to her glass as she tucked a curl behind her ear.
He stood up and began to walk towards her. Perfect. She ignored the nagging feeling in her chest that told her this was wrong and she didn't want it like this. No, this good looking man wanted her. He made his way over to her, indicating with his head to the empty bar stool next to her. She smiled, and he sat down. Suddenly she felt as if perhaps she should be drunk for this, maybe the alcohol would shut up the annoying voice in her head. She grabbed her untouched drink and took two large gulps. The liquid warmed its way her down throat she felt a flush creep up her cheeks, well at least she didn't have to pretend to look like a lush.
"Lindsay." She was startled out of her embarrassment and looked up at the stockbroker, she did not remember give him her name.
"Lindsay what are you doing here?" A glace at the stockbroker indicated which direction the voice was coming from, she gave an apologetic shrug before turning around in her bar stool.
A plethora of hurtful or dirty remarks swarmed her head, "a good fuck," "true love," both equally appalling. She didn't want to hurt him like that. She settled instead for "What do you want Danny?" with a bit more disdain than she originally intended.
"Come on." He said, she allowed him to reach for her hand and lead her through the crowded bar to the sidewalk. She tried to ignore the instant heat that coursed through her body when he touched her hand. No, she would not put herself through that again. She almost wanted him to be angry, jealous, instead he was completely nonjudgmental.
"You don't want this. Not him." he reached to her face, his fingers caressing her cheek as he brushed her curls away. She wanted to look away, pull back from his touch which still could affect her with even the slightest graze. She was mesmerized by his blue eyes and the familiar feeling on his fingers on her skin.
"No I don't."