Title: Back Against the Wall
Author: daytimedrama
Pairing: Danny/Lindsay
Genre: Angst/Smut
Rating: M
Summary: Lindsay is sick of getting hurt. Danny desperately wants her back.

A/N: I'm still really mad so my writing reflects that quite a bit. I'm all about Lindsay empowerment right now. This takes place 3 months after Right Next Door. This is my first time writing smut, so thanks kcaitlin for not laughing at it.

"What are you doing Lindsay?"

"What's wrong Messer? I'm just playing pool, hustling these guys."

"You know what I mean."

"No I'm afraid I don't. Excuse me, I must get back, I'm beating them terribly and I've only got one combo to go. Then I've got to collect my winnings," she said with a smirk.

"You shouldn't be acting like this."

"Acting like what?" Her eyes flashed. She was baiting him.

"It's just…..they might have bad intentions towards you. Might be thinking of taking advantage of the situation."

"Maybe that's exactly what I want from them," she sauntered off to finish her game, leaning over the table provocatively.

Flack had seen the whole thing, and came over to Danny, seeing how wound up he was.

"Messer, you got to get a grip. She is a grown woman." And he added quietly, "and she's not yours anymore."

"She just doesn't get it, they might hurt her." His eyes were still fixed on Lindsay who was laughing raucously, her small hand running the length the blonde officer's forearm teasingly.

"This just Evans and Thomas from the precinct, they're good guys, and she seems to know what she is doing." He was thinking quietly to himself, that they couldn't hurt her more than Danny already had. When the taller brunette cop leaned over to whisper in her ear, Danny had to turn away.

It had been three months. Three months since he saw the light drain from her eyes. He was pretty sure she already knew, but hearing the admittance of his guilt was like a dagger into her already fractured heart. She had become really good at pretending. So had he. She settled into a very terse working relationship with him, but never said one extra word to him while in work. So many times in the lab, he wanted to beg her to say something to him. He knew that would just piss her off more, the last thing she would want is word getting back to Mac that they couldn't be professional. So he didn't say anything.

However tonight, tonight when she was wearing a short jeans skirt, and low cut black tank top, well now he was even beating himself up even more over what an idiot he was. Why did he not just go to her for comfort? Now this was his punishment. He waited for her to stop flirting with the officers. He saw her sashay, looking back at the men over her shoulder, to the back of the establishment heading towards the bathroom, and he knew he had to use this opportunity to talk to her.

"Can I please talk to you outside, Lindsay?" He had grabbed her wrist and she quickly twisted out of his grasp.

She just glared at him.

"Please. I have something important to say to you."

She looked skeptical but nevertheless walked past him through the back door to a dark alleyway. The dim lighting illuminated the center, but left the corners clouded, dangerous.

"Hmm I've heard that before, 'we should talk'. What could you possibly say to me? You don't think I should do this. You don't want me going home with another guy… or guys." She waited for the flicker of jealousy to cross his face.

"This isn't you."

"Maybe this is exactly who I am."

"No. Lindsay. I know you."

"No. You knew me. You knew the stupid naïve girl that thought you were something special. I'm not that girl anymore. That girl never wins. She only gets hurt."

"Damn it Lindsay! Listen to me; I want to be with you." He palm collided with the brick wall next to her head.

"Well I don't give a damn." She turned her head to gaze into his eyes, her eyes flashing in anger. "It's pretty convenient that you want me now that I've moved on."

He was close enough to smell her, a curl had fallen across her face and he ached to brush it out of the way.

"What's wrong Messer? Don't like the idea of another guy with his thick cock in me. Pounding away, getting me to moan, making me scream."

A deep growl erupted before he could contain it.

"What is it? Now do you miss the feeling of our sweaty skin together, our ragged breathing right after you've come?"

She knew she had him right where she wanted him. She leans up to his ear, her hot breath tickling; he hadn't been this close to her in a long time, and of course his body was reacting.

"Do you miss me screaming your name as my pussy clenches around your big cock?" she shifted her leg, purposefully brushing his hardened length. She had every intention of ducking out of his hold and leaving him there in the dark alley aroused and angry. However she wasn't prepared for the slow reaction of her traitorous body when in his proximity. She was shocked when his lips captured hers bruisingly. Her surprised squeak turned into a lustful moan. She couldn't deny she had missed him. She missed the feeling of his tongue on hers. Her hands retraced the familiar path to through his short hair. He deepened their kiss, his hands tracing down her body, he pulled her into him roughly. She could feel how aroused he was and her body ached to feel him inside her again. His hand was desperate for purchase on her ass. He started to kiss down her neck, his tongue tracing over her collarbone. He could feel her clutching onto his bicep, her leg began to wind around his the outside of his and she arched against him in a rhythm that almost made him drop to his knees. He answered by kissing lower on her chest, barely having to move the black tank top and bra to capture her nipple.

One of her hands reached above her head trying to grasp onto the cool brick with her finger tips, her other arm clasped his neck holding him to her. His hand grazed and trailed down her stomach and disappeared under the hem of her short skirt. Pushing aside the thin barrier of laced he sought out her warm slick folds. She was whimpering by time he removed his mouth from her breast, bemoaning the loss.

He was so turned on by the sight of her flushed body heaving against the wall. He didn't allow her any warning before he kneeled down, pulled off her small black thong, and replaced his finger with his tongue. She was right he did want to hear her screaming his name. He grabbed her leg placing it over his shoulder and captured her throbbing clit between his lips, his tongue flicking, feeling her come in his mouth and he was rewarded with his name leaving her lips.

He didn't have any time to revel in his homecoming, before she was dragging him up, kissing him passionately, tasting herself on his tongue. She whispered into his ear in a husky voice, "Fuck me Danny" while seeking out his zipper. She had pulled out his hard cock when he kissed her again. He reached under her skirt, his rough hands pushing it around her waist. He lifted her up, her small legs wrapped around him while he positioned his cock at her entrance. He wanted to look into her eyes as he plunged into her; he wanted to let her to know that this meant something to him, that she was the only one he ever wanted. However the feeling of being encased by her hot passage made him close his eyes and bit his lip to avoid coming right then. They both groaned at the sensation of filling and being so perfectly filled.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck and took several breaths to regain his control. He drew out of her slowly only to thrust back in, first slowly and then again faster and harder, He was encouraged by her shouts. Each stroke filled her with waves of pleasure as he plunged so deeply. He thought he was going to burst into fire from his inflamed skin, despite the temperate spring night. He pounded into faster, knowing he would not be able to hold out much longer. He could feel her short nails on his back even through his T-shirt. He reached to where they were joined, rubbing small circles on her clit until she came screaming. Moaning, he came into her. "I love you Lindsay," he said sincerely.

His legs couldn't support him any longer, he turned around still holding her against him and he slid down the wall. The dark shadows in the alley obscured her face, but he was calmed by her fingers methodically combing through his hair. They didn't say anything for awhile, the dull pounding of the music through the wall slowly bringing him back to reality. He could feel her heartbeat begin to steady against his chest, and she kissed him sweetly on the neck. He watched her stand up, smooth her hair and before she tugged her short denim skirt down. She looked at him, pants and boxers still around his knees, sitting heavily against the brick wall. He couldn't read the emotion that flickered across her face. She walked into the pool hall, without looking back at him. The sound of the heavy door closing, echoed in his head.

After he zipped his pants back up, he reached down, pocketing her lacey black thong, fingers lingering over the softness and he followed her out of the alley.

His eyes searched around for her, and his face must have betrayed some urgency, because Flack walked over to him. "Where were you?"

"Did you see Lindsay come back in here?" Danny asked voice straining over the music.

"Yeah. She just left."

"Alone?"

"No."