DISCLAIMERS: I do not say Danny or Lindsay in this piece but if you are thinking Danny or Lindsay remember they belong to Jerry Bruckheimer and the wonderful writers for CSI: NY.
She Knows, He Knows
The door shuts with a click and the bolts slide into place. As he unclips his phone and badge and tosses them on the table by the door he calls out her name into the darkness of the apartment.
And She Knows by the desperation and urgency in his voice that that will be the only word he will utter tonight until he has wiped every vestige of the sordid day from his mind and body.
She throws back the bedcovers and runs down the hall to him and throws herself into his arms. She wraps her arms around his neck and instinctively winds her legs around his waist as he lifts her to his level. He buries his face in her neck and draws the intoxicating scent of her into his nostrils.
And He Knows she will be here each and every time he needs her like this. He doesn't know how he ever made it through days like this before… before he had her in his life and by his side.
As the scent of her begins to revive him, his mouth travels from her neck, along her jaw and over to her mouth and he engulfs it hungrily with his own. He begins an invasion with his tongue that is relentless. She whimpers in response and her thighs tighten around his waist. He whirls her around and pushes her up against the wall.
And She Knows it has begun in earnest, this process of his that he does to shed the ugliness of the outside world and become human again.
His hands quickly push under the waistband of her shorts and slide down to her wetness. It is merely a formality as she drops her legs momentarily and he pushes her shorts down and she wiggles them off her legs. She deftly undoes his pants and pushes them down as far as she can with her foot. He quickly kicks them off and aside. And then their bodies are melded once more this time skin to skin.
And He Knows he cannot wait any longer to be inside her.
She acknowledges his silent need by whispering urgently in his ear, "I want you to be inside of me, now." His groan only makes her wetter and he quickly slides in between her soft folds. She gasps at his hardness and the deepness of his thrust and he stills momentarily.
But She Knows all she needs is a moment to adjust.
He only has to wait a moment, excruciating as it is, until she clenches slightly around him, inside her, and all bets are off. She matches him thrust for thrust and her hands clutch wildly at the hair at the nape of his neck. He has one arm wrapped tightly around her shoulders and the other hand braced against the wall right next to her head to steady them as their bodies move rhythmically as one.
And He Knows he is on the verge…
And She Knows this is the only situation where he will willingly release before her.
She sends him over the edge by whispering raggedly against his ear, "I want you to come now inside of me… don't worry, I'm right behind you." And in the next thrust, she feels him pulse inside her and she follows him over the edge as her whole insides quiver in spasms that milk his climax to the very end.
Their bodies still and the only indication that they are awake is their ragged breathing. He pushes back from the wall with his hand and hugs her tightly to him.
And She Knows he is back to his better self now.
And He Knows that he owes her a debt of gratitude for allowing him to come back in his own way and on his terms.
And She Knows he'll only need a half an hour and he'll be ready to make good on that debt of gratitude that he owes her. And it will be on her terms!
Author's Note: The next chapter is up... read on... at your own risk!
