A/N: T'is my attempt of 'taking one for the team'. And, my first 'official' attempt at writing M (worthy of reading at least). Please don't laugh, point, joke or tease. Please? Like really.
Thanks to both Kellan and Kerrie for making me potentially turn this into a small epic. And Megan for the prompt of writing a Greek Lighthouse oneshot.
But this is me. I don't DO oneshots.
I'm not even going to bother mentioning spoilers - if you don't know Danny and Lindsay are having a baby and are married - really? Where have you been? But yeah, small mention of season 5 spoilers.
*gulp* - Here goes nothing!!!
Danny Messer sighed as he trudged up the some two hundred and seventy two stairs behind his wife as she practically skipped her way up.
Sometimes, he really hated her.
Well he didn't. He loved her. A lot. But he hated her when she wore summer dresses and was bouncing up two hundred and seventy two stairs in front of him.
It also didn't help when the dress she was wearing was short.
Actually, short didn't cut it.
Had they been anywhere other than on vacation, he would have told her she needed to put some jeans on with that t-shirt. But, as fun as it would have been to witness that look on her face, quite frankly he wanted to live.
"Smile!" She grinned as she turned with the digital camera clutched in her hand.
Danny puffed a breath out as he blinked, trying to regain his vision from the flash of the camera. "A little warning, Montana."
"It's cute." She giggled as she scrolled through the thousands of pictures she had insisted on taking in the seven hours since they had landed in Corinth, Greece.
"I'm sweaty, I'm red, I look awful and..."
"Hence why it's so cute…"
"Remind me why, on our first night here we had to go and look round an Ancient Greek lighthouse, Montana. Really? Could we not just stay in the hotel? Christen the room, numerous times."
"That is exactly why we are looking around an Ancient Greek lighthouse, cowboy. I didn't come to Greece to see a hotel room. We could have done that in New York. Hell, in fact we could have painted the bedroom and pretended we were in a hotel. Would have been a damn sight cheaper! I am making the most out of our delayed honeymoon."
"I'm sorry, did you see the bikini you pulled out of your suitcase? We have two weeks to look at old buildings."
"It's an Ancient Greek lighthouse I will have you know." She scolded. "And, yes, I saw the bikini, and yes, I want to use said bikini," she threw over her shoulder. "I lost my baby weight. I want to flaunt it and get a tan. We can be Danny and Lindsay for two weeks, not Mommy and Daddy. Please let me enjoy this? You know how hard it was for you to convince me to let your mom take Amanda for two weeks."
"I know, and I love you for doing that but Linds, but Amanda's nearly two. It's not like she's three months old and…"
"I'm here… we're here. Let's enjoy it before I have the overwhelming urge to call home." She huffed as she stamped up the stairs.
"Montana." He whined. "Will you just slow down. Fifty seconds? Let me catch my breath?"
"Come on Danny, you can run ten blocks after a suspect - leap from a building in the process - and not break a sweat; but you can't leisurely walk up a set of stairs?"
"Two hundred and seventy two stairs, actually."
"Oh cry me a river." She drawled dramatically. "You're such a drama queen."
"I have sandals on! Flip-flops for that matter!" He exclaimed. "You wouldn't let me wear my converse. If I was in my converse I would have been sat waiting for you at the top, twiddling my thumbs."
"Light blue Converse with yellow and green Hawaiian shorts, and a white tank top." Lindsay snorted, "How many years did your mother dress you for, exactly?"
"I dress for comfort, not style." Danny declared.
"Clearly." She snorted, "You're lucky you have me to dress you; you actually match in the flip-flops and the shorts and top. Cause that red tank top you had on trying to walk out the door in; honestly baby, if you were dressing for style, then well… Wow. It's just a good job you're pretty."
"Can you see the top yet?" Danny pressed ignoring her sarcastic comment. "The sun's setting, and as much as I love you, Lindsay, I don't love you enough to walk down here in the pitch black, so either we're camping out in an Ancient Greek lighthouse or you're walking down on your own and picking me up tomorrow in that hot little bikini."
"Ten more steps, think you can manage that, princess?" Lindsay giggled as she blew a kiss over her shoulder.
"Princess." He muttered under his breath as he continued climbing the stairs. "Seriously Lindsay, I know we said till death do we part, but you really want to kill me so early on? Can we hit the two-year mark before you start finding ways to bump me off? You've got two more days then at least you can say you were married to me for two years. Wait till then to plan my untimely demise."
"Do you want me to push you down the stairs?"
"Not really." He admitted.
"I suggest you be quiet, as of like… right now." Lindsay demanded as she turned and smiled brightly, indicating to him that she had reached the top.
"I suggest you move so I can collapse where you're stood."
"Smile!" She squealed as she thrust the camera in the air and wrapped her arm around Danny's neck as she took the picture.
"I hate you." He declared. "I have to walk down all those stairs after we stand up here for five minutes, pretending to actually care about the view."
Lindsay smacked him in his arm, "Danny, you cannot tell me you don't care about this view. Look at it!" she pointed. "The beautiful skyline with the sun setting, the aqua blue ocean, the little fishing boats in the marina. The restaurants lining the front. It's incredible."
"I feel like I'm in a fangirl's dream." Danny deadpanned. "A scene in a movie where the husbands would be sat either squirming in their seat, or checking the ESPN scores on their cell."
"Seriously, you've seen worse accidents happen at work Danny. Please pretend as if you want to be here." Lindsay sighed, "Humour me?"
"I want to be here, babe. Believe me. I do… I just." Danny turned in his position and glanced down to the blanket covering the floor, along with a picnic basket and a bottle of wine. "Where was it that you went this afternoon, Lindsay Messer? When I was having a nap? You said you went shopping… Where did you actually go?"
She turned from where she had been stood, gazing out looking at the view, and turned with an innocent grin plastered across her face, "I don't know what you mean. I know not what you speak of."
"Lindsay…" Danny's voice trailed off. "What did you do this afternoon?"
"I may or may not have pulled some strings and snagged us the lighthouse for the night."
Danny's mouth hung open slightly, as he blinked in disbelief. "You're crafty."
"I'm a genius." She added as she kicked off her flip-flops and sat on the blanket and patted the floor next to her. "Join me?"
"You know, if I'm not mistaken, I think this is a ploy to seduce me."
Lindsay giggled softly as she rummaged around in the picnic basket before turning and grinning at him. "Is it working?"
"It has the potential," he growled as his eyes darkened and softly grabbed her hand to stop her from rummaging around in the picnic basket. "What did you have in mind?"
She shrugged, "I was hoping once I got you here, you would take control."
He slowly shifted towards her, as he licked his lips, desperately trying to fight the smirk. "Isn't that a little bold of you to think that, Mrs. Messer?"
She bit her lip in anticipation. "I don't know, is it?"
He nodded as he pushed up onto his knees and positioned himself so he was effectively straddling her on the blanket.
"What you gonna do about it, Messer?"
His eyes slowly, worked their way down her body, causing her to blush feverishly.
"Stop mentally undressing me!" She giggled, "You do that all the time!"
Danny let out a throaty laugh and leant forward, so that his knees were pressed to the blanket covering the floor. He edged forwards and moulded himself into Lindsay's upright and balanced position, as she supported her weight with her small hands to the side of her on the blanketed floor.
"Careful, I'm balanced." She barely whispered as he pressed a trail of tingling kisses on nape of her neck, electrifying her and eliciting moans and shudders from her as she protested. "Dan-"
"Stop fighting me," he whispered against her skin.
Her eyes slowly fluttered shut as she slowly tilted her head to the side, giving him better access to her exposed skin. He suckled and nipped lightly as he slowly traced his fingers across her bare back, effectively tickling her.
"You know I hate it when you do that," she complained breathlessly.
"You really sound like you hate it," He whispered as he buried himself in the juncture of her neck, to which Lindsay chose to ignore and instead decided to focus her attention on the ever-expanding crotch currently being showcased by her husband in his yellow and green Hawaiian shorts.
Danny lowered them carefully to the blanketed floor and covered Lindsay as he positioned himself over her as his hand snaked down her side.
Danny smirked at the responses he was gaining from Lindsay through moans, gasps and silent pleas as he torturously snaked his hand up her thigh, teasing her incessantly.
"This wasn't what I had planned." She rasped.
"What did you have planned then?" he questioned as he slowly removed his hand from her thigh as he focused all his attention on untying her loosely tied summer dress straps.
She shrugged lightly letting the dress slip down, revealing endless amounts of creamy skin.
"Linds," Danny muttered as he softly as he peppered soft kisses along her shoulder, "Where did your bra strap go?"
She blew softly onto his neck as she placed open-mouthed kisses on his sensitive pulse points. "I have no idea…"
"You're going to a dark, warm place, Lindsay Messer."
"Sooner rather than later, I hope."
"I meant hell."
"Empty threats," Lindsay smirked as she threaded her hands through his hair and brought him down to her lips. "Like I said before. This wasn't what I had planned." She rasped.
"And like I said," Danny whispered against her lips, "What did you have in mind?"
She bit her lip seductively as she released her fingers, and slowly traced them down his body. "For you to fuck me senseless." She whispered.
He licked his lips and flashed her 'the Messer grin' as he tried desperately not to focus on the way she made his very person feel the need to spontaneously combust under her touch. "Sorry, what? I don't think I quite heard what you said."
"I said…" She smirked at him, voice raw with passion and desire, "I had planned for you to fuck me senseless."
"Baby Girl, believe me - I promise I will fuck you senseless." he licked his lips as he watched her trying not to squirm beneath him "But really, what's the rush?"
She closed her eyes as his hand slowly snaked his way down her still –more or less – fully clothed body, and slowly, made it's way up her thigh, burning lazy, but tortuous patterns into her skin.
"Danny," she begged. "Please…. Just…"
"Just what, baby? Just what?"
"Just… I need you, Danny."
Danny smirked as she writhed underneath him, "How badly do you need me?"
Lindsay groaned, grabbed his hand, and flipped them over, so that she was effectively in a perfect position to ride him.
Or at least tease him incessantly.
"Didn't anticipate a move like that, Montana. Seems like you're learning from the master."
"Shut up." Lindsay growled as she hitched her dress up slightly, as she tugged on his drawstrings.
"Where the hell's the fire, Montana…"
She glared at him. "Do you want me to dig my handcuffs out of the basket and physically restrain you?"
"Kinky, Montana." Danny winked up at her. "Never knew you had it in you."
She shook her head, as she focused her attention on removing Danny's shorts.
"Don't hurt yourself tryin'" Danny teased as he bucked up and sent her flying from her position. He quickly lost his shorts and boxers as pinned her between him and the blanketed floor and smirked at her. "You're messin' with the Messer."
"I'm a Messer too." She smirked, "And seriously, if you don't stop messin' around I'm a…. I'm…."
"What?" he pressed as his fingers grazed dangerously along her thigh, "What are you going to do."
The fire in her touch and glint in her eyes should have warned him. But in his arousal and him being hell bent on teasing Lindsay, he missed her telltale signs. She grabbed the hand that was teasing her and yanked it towards her. "You can tease me, make me beg and whatever the hell else later. I have waited way too long for you too…"
At some point during her inspirational, 'you need to do stop fucking around, and fuck me instead,' speech, Danny had managed to effortlessly slip a finger into her warm centre, effectively making the breath hitch in her throat at the unexpected advance.
"I'll give you what you want now," Danny whispered against her neck as he pressed a trail of kisses along her collar bone, "But so help me god Lindsay, you're gonna pay later."
She whimpered.
"Is this what you planned?"
She bit her lip as her eyes fluttered shut, "Mhmm."
Danny licked his lips contemplatively as he considered increasing his torturous pace that he was teasing Lindsay with. "You like that?"
"I…" she gasped, breathlessly. "I nee-"
Within seconds, he had removed her underwear, tossed it wildly and randomly behind him and positioned himself at her centre. She opened her eyes just in time to see him thrust into her, eliciting both a sigh of relief that finally the burning in the pit of her stomach was finally being taken care of and a moan of pleasure and pure ecstasy from the way in which her husband filled her perfectly.
He withdrew from her completely before slamming into her with an increased speed. "Baby, I can't hear you…"
"I need you in me," she gasped, cutting him off, with her eyes still clamped shut. "Now."
He fought back both a growl and a moan, "I want to feel you come,"
"You can feel me come when you're buried deep inside me. Please take the hint and…. Oh god."
She really hadn't anticipating him multi-tasking at this point. Well, past the picnic basket and handcuffs she had snuck into her suitcase she hadn't really anticipated anything. She was simply going with the flow of things.
However, when Danny's hand had someone found its way down between them and began massaging her clit, she was blown away.
"You like that?" he pressed as he hungrily kissed her lips, wanting to taste every inch of her.
She moaned into his mouth as she lay there, practically immobile, with her eyes clamped shut, reveling in the things that this man, her husband, was doing to her.
In an Ancient Greek Lighthouse of all places.
"I can't hear you, Montana." He growled, "You like that?"
Her hands flew up from where they had been writhing on the blanketed floor and gripped his strong biceps. "Don't stop." She begged. "Keep doin' what you're doing."
"Or else what?"
"Or else I'll flip us over and fuck you so hard you won't know what hit you." She growled. "Is that hot enough for you or do you need me too…."
He smirked as he watched his wife flail underneath him as he tortured her with his change of speeds and the constant massaging of her clit, on his part, which in effect, was making her dangle painfully on the brink of the edge, with him no where near the finishing line.
"Danny, don't stop." She begged. "If you love me, you won't…"
He thrust into her, deeper and harder than what his previous thrusts had been and it knocked the air from her lungs. She gasped, and fought to open her eyes as she bit down on her lip.
"You don't sound like you're enjoyin' it." Danny panted as he withdrew from her.
She swallowed as she tightened her grip on his strong arms. "So good." She uttered. "I can't… I… Oh god…"
He could feel her begin to contract around him, and he focused his attention on massaging her clit. He slowed down his thrusts dramatically, and instead of the quick, hard bursts he had been pumping into her with, he had now taken on a new slower and torturous pace, withdrawing from her completely and sliding back in with the same speed in which he withdrew with.
Her newly manicured nails gripped his biceps, leaving indentations as she gripped to prevent her from screaming out.
"Come for me, Linds, let it out."
She fought him and shook her head, "No, I don't want to come yet… I wanna…"
"I said," he growled as he thrust into her sharply, taking her breath away once again, "Come for me."
She shook her head.
"Open your eyes and come for me, Montana, I wanna see you…."
Her eyes flew open as she bit her lip. Her right hand had left it's place on his bicep and trailed down her body and directed his hand, showing him exactly where she wanted him to touch her.
Danny's eyes widened.
Montana had never done that before.
"Don't stop." She begged as her eyes locked with his, "I'm so close… Just…"
He worked her clit where she had instructed him too, as his eyes bore into her with love and adoration, "I love you," he whispered.
Her eyes fluttered shut as a smile graced her face before she peeled them open again and swallowed. "Danny… I…"
"Come for me, Linds." He whispered as he thrust into her, and buried himself deep in her, before withdrawing slowly.
She didn't want to be the first.
She tried to fight it.
But as she felt Danny's hard cock throb around her inner walls, she felt herself slowly lose all control.
Honest opinions? Should I stick to fluff - let me know :)
