Title:
Who Needs Who the Worst
Author:
daytimedrama
Rating:
T, one swear word
Pairing:
Danny/Lindsay
Content
Warning: Hmm sexual tension maybe?
One swear word.
Summary:
"Let me wipe that smirk off…"
A/N: Inspired by the Cursive song, "Who Needs Who the Worst"
Don't own either CSI NY or Cursive. Un-beta'd so mistakes do belong to me.
His body pressed against the length of hers. She felt intoxicated from the immense warmth emanating from him. One hand braced against the wall. His breathe that tickled the column of her throat was almost as seductive as the fingers that teased her side. Burning heat running from her hip bone to her breast.
He leaned close to her, his subtle scent overwhelming her senses. She felt like they were sharing a secret, and only they existed in this room, in this world.
"What did he whisper to you?" he said lips whispering against her jaw line.
"Was it playful and flirty?" his fingers grazed under her shirt burning into her skin. His voice was husky and low, dangerous.
"Or was it degrading and dirty?" Her eyes flashed in anger. She tried to look scandalized, but he knew better. He always knew better. He knew she liked it both ways. Just as he knew she liked him like this, possessive and jealous.
He could not conceal the anger that passed through him when that man stood too close to her. And now he had to make her remember that she would always be his.
"Don't look so fucking triumphant." That husky deep voice again.
This was their game to drive each other or themselves crazy. Outsiders didn't know the rules, if there even were any.
A searing kiss. Crushing force. Breathy moans. Lustful eyes. Lipstick smudged. Always a competition, at work, in bed. Neither would concede.
Lovers disguised as best friends.
He pressed himself a little bit closer, her rapid breath hot against his throat.
"Let me wipe that smirk off." He said against her lips.