Her back hit the door of her apartment from the force of the kiss. He slanted his lips over hers, successfully dominating her mouth. She felt his tongue press against the seam of her mouth and she willingly opened it, dancing with his before he dominated it and started to memorize every corner of her mouth. She moaned into his mouth and gripped his hair in her hands tightly. She heard a growl come from his throat and he placed his hands under her ass and boosted her up, causing her to instinctually wrap her legs around his waist, bringing her center in contact with his growing erection. He moved his lips down her jaw and onto her neck, smothering it with openmouthed kisses. Right when he was in the area where he neck met her shoulder, she rubbed her hips into his and he growled, biting down hard into her skin. Her head fell back against the door and she groaned loudly into the air, closing her eyes shut. He continued his assault on her neck, sucking and biting several areas along the way. She started rubbing her hips into his, trying hard to relieve the heat that was building in her stomach.
"God!" she shouted when he started moving lower, relieving her of her bra. "Please..."
"Please what?" he teased in that damn New York accent that got to her every time, ghosting over her right breast.
She moaned louder, trying to pull his head down to where she needed it but he refused to budge. She then felt his hand move from her ass onto her body and down into the front of her jeans. Her breathing labored and then she moaned when she felt him apply pressure to her clit and clamped his mouth onto her nipple. He started rubbing vigorously over her panties before slipping his fingers under them and shoving two into her. Her eyes shot open and a scream ripped from her throat at the sensations he was causing her. He kept sliding in and out of her while moving to her other neglected nipple. He was working her up into a fast orgasm and she was about to fall over the ledge...
Ring...Ring...Ring...
"Ugh!" Detective Lindsay Monroe yelled as she reached to her bedside table for her cellphone. After looking for a moment, her hand finally came in contact with it, only for it to slip through her sweaty palm, a result of that oh so wonderful dream.
"Damn!" Lindsay shouted again.
After retrieving her phone from the floor, she flipped it open, answering in a breathy tone. "Monroe."
After getting the latest crime scene location from her boss, Detective Mac Taylor, she hung up the phone and started untangling herself from her sheets, grumbling when she saw her whole body covered in sweat from her latest dream involving her arrogant, wise-ass but totally sexy coworker, Detective Danny Messer. She shook her head and threw the phone on the bed before hopping in her shower for a quick rinse. After drying out her hair and applying a little make-up, she went into her closet to quickly change. She grabbed a tight, white cotton blouse, black denim jeans and creme square-toe leather pumps, throwing them on before heading to her jewelry box. On an impulse, she put diamond teardrop earrings in her ears and put a silver watch on her wrist. It didn't look like she would have time for food, so she quickly grabbed her badge, gun and keys and left the apartment.
She arrived at an average-looking house 30 minutes later, after stopping by the lab to grab her case she accidently left there. An officer lifted up the crime scene tape for her and she was met by Mac.
"What do you need me to do?" Lindsay asked, taking a sip of her coffee to wake-up.
"Go back and help out Stella with the bedroom. Danny is checking out the rest of the house, but the primary crime scene is in the bedroom." Mac said.
Lindsay couldn't stop the pang of desire that shot through her entire body at hearing Danny's name, but controlled herself before Mac could notice.
"Okay." Lindsay said. "Which way to the bedroom?"
"Head straight in, up the stairs and its the first door on your right." Mac said.
Lindsay sighed in relief that she wouldn't have to be around Danny for the moments being. Seeing him so soon after waking up from that...that, well, that sex dream would be too much. She grabbed her case, headed into the house, and went looking for the staircase. She spotted the stairs, but in that moment, she saw Danny head over to her. Fate must hate her so much right now. He looked absolutely delectable in second-skin denim jeans and green polo shirt that clung to his upper body like a glove.
She tried to ignore him and continue her path to the stairs, but Danny grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "Whoa Montana! Where's the fire?" She really hated his Staten Island accent that never failed to send shivers down her spine.
Lindsay took a deep breath in and let it out, trying not to relish in the tingles that shot up her arm where he touched her. "Nowhere. Just trying to get to Stella."
"Ah. Mac put ya on crime scene duty?" Danny asked, laughing a bit. That laughter was like music to her ears, but she fought to keep her face neutral.
"That he did." Lindsay said, taking her arm out of his grasp. "I better go. Stella probably needs some help."
Danny smiled, almost leaving her weak in the knees, and she went up the stairs and over to the bedroom entrance.
"Hey Linds." Detective Stella Bonasera said from inside the room, smiling.
"Hey Stell." Lindsay said, still holding her case, waiting right outside the door. "Have you cleared the area?"
"Yes." Stella said. "Come on in."
Lindsay walked into the bedroom and placed her case down and put on her gloves. "So, what happened here?"
"Not sure yet. What we have so far is the wife came home from a night out with her friends and entered the house. Her husband stayed in and when she went back into her bedroom, she found his body slumped across the bed with two bullet holes in his chest. From the shell casings we found under the bed, it looks like he was shot with a 35-caliber gun. Flack had the wife look around, and it seems like nothing's been taken from the house, so we don't think it was a robbery-gone-wrong. We'll have to wait for Sid to examen the body to confirm COD." Stella said, walking around the scene and taking pictures.
Lindsay nodded and glanced out the door and saw Danny downstairs, talking with Detective Don Flack. She couldn't suppress the shiver that went down her spine at the sight of him and the memory of his rough, calloused hand on her arm.
"What do you need me to do?" Lindsay asked, ready to work (and to distract herself from thoughts of Danny).
"I'll finish documenting the scene. Could you collect trace?" Stella asked.
"Of course." Lindsay said, taking everything she needed out of her case.
As she went around the room, collecting trace, her thoughts were drifting and landed on the dream, correction, dreams, she'd been having lately. They're always so realistic that she'd actually feel like they're happening, waking up on the brink of ecstasy every time. But what gets her is she is having them about Danny, of all people. She knew from the first time she saw him that there was something between them, a spark, and over the time she's worked with him, she had started to fall more and more into that sexual tension, and that scared her to death. She never let anyone in, especially not after what happened in Montana; her heart is well guarded by thick-inch steel walls, keeping out intruders. But somehow Danny wormed his way past that wall and found a place in her heart.
Again, her thoughts drifted back to the dreams, especially last night's. It was by far the worse, or best depending on how you look at it, dream she's had about him. She couldn't stop the tremble and red-hot spark that shook her from head to toe, settling in a pooling heat in the pit of her stomach. She stopped what she was doing for a second and closed her eyes, trying to get control back over her body as the images kept flashing beneath her closed eyelids.
Stella quickly finished taking the photographs and looked up to see how Lindsay was doing. She stopped short when she saw a trembling Lindsay, frozen in place by the far wall. Stella looked over her friend and saw the flushed look on her face and the clenched fists at her side.
Stella double-checked to make sure she finished documenting and taking any evidence possible from the door, then closed, and locked, it with a gloved hand. Lindsay heard the door click and that took her out of her lust-filled daze. She glanced up at Stella with a questioning gaze.
"Lindsay, hun, what's wrong?" Stella asked, tilting her head to the side in curiosity.
Lindsay's throat closed up, but she cleared it and looked down. "Nothing's wr-wrong."
"Lindsay, I'm a trained CSI and your friend, so please don't lie to me. What's wrong? Talk to me." Stella said, walking over to Lindsay and squatted down next to her.
Lindsay looked down, away from Stella's gaze and shrugged.
"Lindsay, you look like you're about to fall over from lust and desire." Stella said, placing a hand on her arm. "I know the signs when I see them, so don't even try to deny it. You have someone on your mind or something happened last night."
Lindsay knew she couldn't hide anything from her friend, especially a trained CSI. "And the night before that, and the night before that, and the night before that..." Lindsay muttered.
Stella gasped and gripped Lindsay's arm harder. "What now?"
Lindsay laughed when she thought what Stella must be thinking. "Dreams, Stell, dreams."
Stella eased her iron grip from Lindsay's arm and calmed down. "Sex dreams?"
"Yeah." Lindsay said, finally looking up at Stella.
"For how long?" Stella asked, moving her hands over Lindsay's and having her put down what she was doing.
Lindsay thought about that. "I think about a month or two. Or three."
"And who do they star?" Stella asked with a mischievous smile.
Lindsay swallowed a huge lump in her throat and looked back at the ground. "Danny." She whispered.
"Danny?" Stella asked, fighting a smile. "Danny Messer?"
Lindsay just nodded.
"Sounds more like fantasies than sex dreams." Stella then smiled like the Cheshire cat. "How steamy are they?"
As Stella went back to her case to grab some evidence bags to collect evidence, Lindsay went back to collecting trace while she told Stella her latest dream.
Little did the two women know was that Flack was right outside the door and he heard the whole conversation. Flack smiled hugely as he thought of different ways to tell Danny this piece of interesting information. Things were about to get a lot more interesting.