Okay I've had this partly written for a long time (like since the day after Beyoncé released her album haha). I'm never confident in posting any of my work. But this fandom is so nice and this weekend was amazing after hearing about the season 3 renewal! So I figured "what the hell!" and decided to post. Um it's also kind of smutty… so yeah. I may make this into a few one-shots, not too sure yet. I hope you enjoy!
Danny couldn't believe it, well he could- this was Mindy after all. Her "secret" warrior name was Beyoncé Pad Thai, of course she'd be the one to take a sick day the day after Beyoncé's new album dropped. She wasn't fooling him though, he liked to think that even before they started sleeping together he knew Mindy better than most. The sleeping together part just added a whole new dimension to their relationship.
He had decided this morning when he clocked into work only to find she had already called in, he'd visit her place after work with soup and feigned ignorance to the real reason she didn't make it in. They both had keys to each other's apartment so thankfully he wouldn't need her to ring him up.
As he made his way to her floor he could hear faint music that steadily grew louder the closer Danny got to Mindy's door.
"...sneezed on the beat and the beat got sicker..."
Mindy's door was practically vibrating with what was undoubtedly Beyoncé's voice. He turned the key and quietly pushed the door open.
Before Danny stood Mindy with her back to him, seemingly lost in the glaringly loud music. Swaying and swishing her hips back and forth. He took this moment to take in her appearance. She was wearing a pair of baby pink boy shorts, that further improved the shape of her ass which he didn't think was possible. Her thick glossy black hair that he adored threading his fingers through during their long nights together was gathered in a high ponytail with a few strands hanging loose. Her top was just a simple grey singlet, which tightly highlighted her curves.
Danny felt the telltale sign of desire rising within him– plans of calling her out pushed aside. He gently shut the door behind him, unwilling to draw attention to himself. He set the bag containing their food down on her floor and he slowly crept up behind her.
Mindy was in full dance mode, using her kitchen island as a make shift bar, dropping her body to the floor and bringing herself back up. Singing something about partitions in the process.
"Min..." he whispered in her ear while grabbing the top of her hips.
She quickly spun around screaming and smacked Danny across his face.
"Jesus Mindy! Ouch!" He glowered, holding his cheek.
"Danny what in the world would possess you to sneak up on someone?! What if I had a knife and I had stabbed you!? There is no way I could explain what happened! I'm not strong enough to even move your body and I'd never make it in prison! If Orange is the New Black has taught me anything it's that! I would never be able to use a stall without a door!" Mindy babbled as she turned down the music. Turned down, not off.
"Calm down, it's fine. I'm fine. Sorry! My mind was elsewhere," he leered pointedly. Looking her up and down with a grin.
"Danny! I'm not a piece of meat to be ogled..." Mindy purred while doing that thing where she pushed her chest out. "What are you doing here anyway? A day without me had your heart yearning?"
"Well you called in "sick" this morning but I saw your twitters about that chick from Destiny's Child releasing a secret album or something. Which in my opinion is a terrible idea, how does she expect people to buy it without any sort of promotion or singles? In any case, I put two and two together."
"Okay Danny. So much of what you just said is so wrong. One: twitter is the name of the social media platform; tweet is what you do on it. Two: her name is Beyoncé Knowles, Destiny's Child was like a decade ago. And lastly: Beyoncé needs no promotion, she is queen. She snaps her fingers and you obey. Danny she could release an album with just 20 tracks of her yodeling the news and I'd buy it! Oh my god. I'm going to suggest that to her in my next fan letter. It could get more people interested in world events! Well maybe without the yodeling..." she started to taper off. Danny could see the ideas flashing in her eyes.
"Min, I was joking. I know her name is Beyoncé, you have a picture of her framed in your bedroom. I mostly just stopped over because... yeah I guess I missed you." Danny coughed shyly.
"As a matter of fact, I "guess" I missed you too. It's not so fun eating lunch alone and my one sided banter isn't nearly as witty. Also this album has me kind of hot..."
"Hmm really?" Danny asked as he stepped closer to kiss her exposed throat.
"Oh yeah, the album is basically about how her and Jay-Z get up on each other on the reggggg," Mindy moaned the last bit as Danny sucked on the pulse point beneath her ear. She loved that he knew what drove her wild.
Danny moved his open mouthed kisses down her throat and lifted her up onto the counter, still kissing and nibbling at her chest. Mindy arms were around his shoulders and her hands in the hair at the back of his neck.
Just then she leaned back, stretching her arm, and turned up the sound on her iPod dock. Which was so very Mindy.
"You'll appreciate the serendipity of this moment later," she breathed.
He ran his hands up and down her sides, brushing the sides of her breasts- cupping them. Scrunching up her top he bent down and kissed her stomach, making his way lower. His hands grazed lower, loving the silky feel of her skin- feeling the goosebumps his touch caused. He carefully dragged down her bottoms, taking it agonizingly slow just because he knew she hated it. His breath was hot on the inside of her bare thighs.
Suddenly, Danny lifted her off the kitchen island and blindly made his way to her couch. He set her nearly naked form on the cushions, knelt between her spread legs and trailed his hands back to her hypnotizing ass. His grip firmly holding her in place.
He laid a kiss on both of her knees, working his way up the inseam of her thigh while his fingers drew lazily circles on her skin.
Mindy released a shaky breath, and further reclined back, her hands searching for purchase– anticipating what he was about to do. Danny was always looking to bring out this side of Mindy, totally uninhibited. At a loss of control.
Sex with Danny was always crazy passionate. Danny was extremely generous when it came to her needs– which in her experience was sort of rare, like bare legs in New York before April. Mindy felt her body reel as his mouth finally found its intended destination. She released a long sigh. Mindy was unconsciously humming along with his strokes. Danny was like the king of fucking cunnilingus. Lord knows he never wasted a drip. She grabbed his head as he sped up his ministrations. That pleasant crescendo was building, one who's end was that inevitable mind numbing burst of pleasure. A sensation that could make her swear in the existence of Rati.*
Danny knew she was close just by the quickening of her cries and breathing. As he relished at the bundle of nerves that he knew would bring her over the edge, she lifted her hips further against his mouth. She muttered his name in a quick succession, like she was committing it to memory, as she came.
Mindy just laid there for what felt like hours basking in the afterglow. Now that was a petite mort. The only sound she could hear was Danny's heavy panting from the floor on his back between her legs. That song must have been the end of the shuffle which made the moment even more serendipitous in her opinion.
"That was a pretty catchy song," Danny gulped. Tipping his head up to flash Mindy his signature crooked smile– his hair all mussed up from her pulling at it.
"Just wait until you hear Rocket," she smirked taking his hand to lead him towards her bedroom.
*Rati is the Hindu goddess of love. "Rati is often associated with the arousal and delight of sexual activity, and many sex techniques and positions derive their Sanskrit names from hers."