Title: A Stolen Moment
Category: CSI: NY
Rating: T
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Don Flack/Lindsay Monroe
Prompt: Neck
Word Count: 548
Summary: He loved every single inch of her...
A Stolen Moment
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He loved every single inch of her, but his absolute favorite part was her neck. He couldn't explain it, really. He loved running his nose from behind her ear to the curve of her shoulder, or kissing and nibbling his way down the column of her throat. She always put a small dab of perfume there and the light scent always left him thinking of her; all day long her scent lingered with him, leaving him aroused and wanting.
She was in her lab coat now, heavily absorbed in her work as she stared at the computer, waiting for her results. Anybody walking by could see through the glass walls, but he took his chances anyway. He snuck up close behind her, his hands falling to her hips, squeezing lightly. He could see the corners of her mouths tick up on either side as she fought back a smile.
"We're at work," she murmured in what was meant to be a warning.
"Yeah," he agreed. "So?" He ducked his head, eyes half mass as he inhaled the soft scent of her hair first, buried his nose in her short brown bob. He noticed her glance to the right, to see if anybody was watching. A few people were in the halls, all of them too busy to check in and see what they were up to. It was probably business as usual, why should anybody wonder, right? But none of them, not one of their friends or co-workers, knew what went on behind closed doors, after hours, when work was over and the shield and lab coat were put away.
"We're trying to catch a murderer," she told him, a brow lifted.
"Results aren't back yet. We're doin' what we can..." He slid his hands slowly up her sides, following the curves of her sides beneath the coat that hid them from his eyes. He nudged her head with his nose and knowing what he was doing she simply dropped her head back to his shoulder, tilted to the left. He started at her ear, lightly kissed the shell before he buried his nose behind and inhaled her lingering aroma, following the curve of her neck so purposely slow he barely moved, until his face was finally buried in the crook of her shoulder, where he kissed her skin delicately.
She bit her lip, eyes fluttered closed, body limp against him, knees weak with desire. Her hands fell to cover his against her, fingers threading just beneath the swell of her breasts. Neither of them thought to look out then, to see if anybody was watching, catching this moment of theirs. It was just him and her, alone with nothing but her scent in the air and his lips on her neck. And the only thing that could possibly disrupt them then was work, which was of course what came to mind as the beeping emanated from the computer, letting them know the results were back.
Lindsay's eyes shot open and Don returned to detective mode, though his hands lingered as he straightened up and stepped away. Clearing his throat, he shot her a half-grin. "Whadda we got, Monroe?"
She smiled up at him. What was started would be finished later, for now, they had work to do.