Author's Note: To my darling love, Calliope_Soars, on this, the two day anniversary of our one month anniversary. (That's a thing, right?) This porn was written especially for you with all the love in my heart. And with the assistance of the super dirty Price song, Do Me, Baby, which you got stuck in my head. xo
There are a dozen or so people milling around the terrace, and even with her back turned somehow Mindy can feel it when he steps through the doors and into the cold night air. Danny hasn't been more than a few steps away from her all night. Her very own smoldering shadow, hand ever-present on the small of her back and comments about everyone else at the party murmured directly into the shell of her ear.
It was somewhere in the airspace around Indiana when he became noticeably more attentive to her. The last two days in Aspen for the conference have done nothing to diminish it. Tonight Danny has been openly flirting with her. And it's freaking her out. Hence the unsuccessful escape onto the terrace.
The sleeve of his sweater brushes her blouse as he extends a glass of champagne her way. She'd switched back to water over an hour ago and when she takes a long sip now the bubbles fizz and pop in her blood, making her skin warm and her mouth sticky-sweet. Danny leans against the rail in front of them, the far end of the terrace where they stand jutting out there over the steeply sloping snow. They're past where the monolithic stacked stone outdoor fireplace still crackles and roars, a staff member of the lodge stoking the beautiful but pointless thing every hour or so. With it behind them none of the warm glow is there; instead they are painted in the cool shine of the moon bouncing off snow.
Danny's wearing a cream colored shawl-neck sweater that Mindy would put money on being at the very least a cashmere blend, and well-fitted cord trousers. It makes him look every bit the part of the easy, idle rich. If he were not gripping a bottle of his favorite, non-trendy domestic beer she would have to consider the possibility that there is some kind of body snatching going on and this is not the not-to-good-for-the-island Danny Castellano. Though alien possession might explain the recent interest in her.
"You getting tired of the party?" he asks before taking a pull on the bottle, his gaze never waiving from the winter scene before them.
"No. Just needed some air. And to get away from that awful woman Jeremy's been talking to. I think her perfume is seared permanently in my nose."
"We can go up to the room if you want."
Mindy's eyes flare without her permission at the same moment there's a burst of laughter from inside, the sound followed by scattered applause enough to draw everyone else back inside with curiosity. We can go to the room? As if there is only one and they are sharing.
"I'm fine." She stifles a shiver.
"You've got to be freezing out here in this." He fingers the thin, silky material along her arm, his touch lingering.
"Really, I'm - uh-oh." That gorgeous, horrid woman she's been avoiding is staggering out the door draped over a tall, attractive man who is not Jeremy.
Danny must see the look of disgruntled panic in her eyes and tugs on her hand. "Come on."
Abandoning their drinks, he pulls her around the other side of the stone alcove where the firewood is kept so that they are completely hidden, Mindy angled just right where she can see when the woman leaves or they have a clear route of escape.
It takes a moment to register as she keeps an eagle-eye on the couple a dozen yards away that Danny has spanned both hands along her ribcage and is inching his fingers around her body. Her stomach clenches and in the dark space searches for and finds his eyes refracting what little light there is back at her.
"Danny-"
"Shh," he brushes the sound up her jaw. "You'll blow our cover."
He continues on, lips grazing her earlobe, the skin at her temple. She doesn't know what he's doing exactly other than driving her crazy, his breathing heavy and touch feather-light. Maybe if he'd kiss her already it wouldn't feel like he's trying to dismantle her one brick of self-control at a time.
If he doesn't stop grazing her body with his, hands drawing as low on her back as possible without actually being on her ass, she is going to make a fool of herself and whimper. So she's proactive instead and pulls at his waist, vanishing what space there is left between them.
There's a moment where she thinks maybe he's surprised before Danny finds her mouth finally, crashing hard against her and bending her back with the force. He palms her backside roughly with his left hand, grinding them together as she clutches at his shoulders to maintain any balance. With a quick swipe of his tongue he parts her mouth and shoves a guiding hand in her hair.
Jesus Christ, who is this man and what is actually happening? Mindy staggers away slightly, unsure if she lost her balance or if the sudden shock of his tongue curling cleverly in her mouth and his increasingly noticeable erection pressed against her pelvis is messing with her equilibrium.
He's staring at her with an intensity that feels like it could pierce her skin. It's hungry and almost wild and whatever may have been hanging her up before is no longer a tangible memory. With an easy sweep of his hand and a side-step he has their positions reversed, her back to the cold stone and the view of the terrace and whoever else might be out here.
The wall is unyielding behind her and Danny compensates for this by curving and fitting into her perfectly. His fingers tug on her thigh, raising it to hook over his hip as he leans in, the pressure of him seated firmly between her legs almost too much and leaving him swallowing her moan.
He mutters something she thinks might be the word fuck, and she thinks as she tightens her fingers in the short hair on the back of his head tight enough it has to hurt, that he'd been right; they should have gone up to the room.
Danny growls and nips at her bottom lip, his teeth blunt and stinging, before pulling back. Never breaking eye contact, he takes his index and middle fingers into his mouth, the realization that he's warming them up for her making her squirm hard. Sliding them glistening from his lips, he works his hand into the impossibly tight space between their bodies and inside her faux-leather leggings.
"Oh, god." He's gently applying pressure against her, the pads of his fingers rubbing in slow circles. Mindy's forehead drops to his shoulder and he kisses the curtain of hair against her cheek. Sneakily he dips his index finger inside her before quickly removing it, spreading slick heat as he goes.
It's clearly doing as much for him as it is for her, the proof still pressed against her inner thigh. With trembling fingers she finds his zipper, the act of putting even the faintest amount of pressure there enough to make him twitch and jerk his head away slightly.
"Don't," he says, before closing his and giving a quick shake of his head, realizing how it sounded. "Not here. Let me finish -" he rubs harder to accent his point "- this, and then we'll go upstairs."
Mindy nods a little frantically at both the idea of him finishing 'this' and going upstairs with him. He smiles crookedly at her like he's delighted and also a little surprised before leaning in to kiss her again.
Danny's as slow and detailed in his kiss as he is with his fingers, the combination winding her up to dizzyingly high heights without being enough to push her over. Which is blissful for a while until it isn't, the need to let go curling tightly in her body like a vice.
Needing air and just more, Mindy breaks the kiss and wraps her hand low on his forearm, tugging and shifting her body down at the same time. That alone is nearly enough to do it, but he takes the hint and sinks his fingers in hard, the base of his palm grinding against her as he moves.
"Danny! Oh-" she cries out loud, she knows she does, unable to stop it, and he pushes his hand over her mouth, a flash of warning in his eyes. It isn't enough to completely silence her though, and Mindy bites down on the fleshy edge of his hand. He grunts and doesn't say anything.
She isn't exactly sure what kind of sounds she makes right after that, but she is sure that there will be a crescent shaped row of teeth marks on his hand tomorrow.
He's smiling softly at her when she comes down, a glint in his eyes that looks almost like wonder. And she feels it too. Danny kisses her quickly and removes his hand from between them, her leg sliding down to the ground. Her back is numb from being pressed against the cold stone and she will guess it's going to be a little sore once the feeling returns.
Danny ducks his head to the side, peeking. "She's still there. What do you want to do?"
She bites her lip but doesn't really have think about it, the way he's visibly straining against his pants enough inspiration to make her take the chance of running through a firing squad. "Screw it. We're going."
He grins and takes her hand, Mindy leading the way. She probably shouldn't, but she can't resist speaking as they quickly walk past the other couple.
"Thank you so much for coming out here tonight. You'll never know how grateful I truly am."
The woman scowls quizzically and Mindy thinks this may be the greatest night ever.