Prompt: Magic

Stella sighed happily, as she snuggled down further into her bed. It was so warm, so comfortable and she felt so amazing this morning, like she'd just had the best facial/massage/manicure/pedicure/whatever the hell else she got at her favorite spa.

The lips that were brushing over her shoulder felt so sexy and wonderful and…

Wait a second! Who the hell was in her bed?

"AHHH!" she screamed, scrambling away, before she got control of her self and got up off the bed and into a defensive crouch.

A naked defensive crouch.

A naked defensive crouch that the equally naked man in her bed seemed to enjoy.

The equally naked man named Daniel Messer.

"Oh my god," she said, "Oh my god, oh my…"

"Please, please, don't flatter me. I'm a man only, even if I am a hell of one."

"What the hell are you doing in my apartment? Naked?"

"Well, first of all we're in my apartment," he paused and let her look around, "And if you'll take a second to remember you'll figure out that we are both naked because we had sex last night…and you better remember fast because it was fantastic and you're naked and I am really hoping for an encore."

"You pig!" she yelled as she grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around herself, "I must have been drunk."

Danny sighed, "You did exactly two shots. Two shots of tequila don't even make you wobble, let alone make you drunk."

"Then you did something to me…like voodoo or, or magic."

Danny smiled, "Well, I can't really argue with that. My dick is pretty magical. It was a big part of the reason you came, oh, five times last night. And might I add that you looking fucking gorgeous when you come. I had no idea your body even bent back that far, or well that any human body did. It was quite…."

"SHUT UP!"

"Stella," Danny started, moving towards her on the bed. His sheet fell away and her eyes drifted downward.

"Oh my god," she said again, "You cannot tell anyone about this. Especially at work. I'm a professional and…"

"Hey, hey, hey," Danny said, grabbing her chin softly in his hands, "Stella, I'm not going to tell anyone about this. I might not be a perfect gentleman, but I've never kissed and told…well except maybe Flack, but I certainly wouldn't tell him about this."

"Promise?" she asked, her voice sounding smaller than he'd ever heard it.

"Promise," he leaned in and kissed her softly, "I had a great time last night. It was fun and hot, just like you Ms. Bonasera."

Stella laughed at that, "It was fun and hot. Even if it can never happen again."

Danny nodded, "I'm glad you thought so….and I promise to remain professional and never bring it up after today. But since it's the morning after and all would you considered an encore? Because I was a little tired last night and I'm sure I could improve on that whole five times things."

Stella shivered as he leaned in and kissed her neck, "Well, I suppose this morning is still part of last night technically so maybe just one encore or…or two," she added as he pushed her sheet aside.

"That's what I like about you Stella; you're a damn smart woman. Also, you've got some gorgeous legs."

"Oh shut up with the flattery and fuck me already, Messer."

"Yes, ma'am."