Guys Don't Blush
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except my dignity. Which I do not have much of to begin with.
Summary: Danny and Lindsay get into an argument one day…
Guys Don't Blush"Na, I don't believe you."
"I know what I saw, Danny."
"Well, you're wrong, Montana."
She stops walking, eyes sparkling in amusement at their banter. He stops walking as well.
"Why are you being so adamant about this? The girl flirted with Flack, and he blushed. I'm sure of it."
"No, he didn't, Linds."
"You weren't even there!" she exclaims, laughing.
"Didn't need to be. I just know."
She quirked an eyebrow, and started walking again, with Danny following at her heels.
"How are you so positive of this, Messer?"
"Well, Monroe, for your information, guys don't blush."
"Then what do you call it when their faces get all red from embarrassment?"
"A reflex from the intense heat and the direness of the situation."
She stares at him, incredulous. After a while, a smile graces her lips, a mischievous smile, and becomes nervous.
"Really? Guys don't blush at all?" she asks, stepping closer.
He changes his statement.
"Well, I guess some guys do. But I don't."
She takes another step closer. And another, and his hear begins beating faster.
"You've never blushed? Never?"
She's getting closer, and closer, until there is no space between them. He swallows involuntarily, his eyes glancing down at her lips. They are smirking, and so irresistible he can barely restrain himself.
"Well, we'll have to change that, won't we," she purrs seductively. He shivers.
He doesn't see it coming. She pounces on him, wrapping her legs around him and kissing him full on the mouth. He can't stop himself, and wraps his arms around her waist. They stay in this position, swaying, until the need for oxygen becomes precedent. They break apart, breathing heavily.
"Oi, get a room you two!" yells Flack, and he cannot help himself. He feels himself blush.
"See Danny, you can blush," she whispers.
He sees her face, and smirks. He waits until he is a far enough distance away before he calls,
"Hey, Montana!"
She stops, turns around, and yells back,
"What?"
"You're all red too, you know."