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I just want you
There Are No Impossible Dreams
There Are No Invisible Seams
Each Night When Day Is Through
I Don't Ask Much, I Just Want You
Ozzy Osbourne
The morning sun seeped into his brain waking him up and making him squint against its glare. He'd successfully ignored the alarm for ten minutes, but now the snooze alarm was going off with an annoying beep. He turned over and slapped it off. It was eight am and not his day off. He groaned and ran a hand through his short dark blond hair. His other hand found slightly warm sheets instead of his wife. He swore under his breath, his hopes for a little mornin' lovin' dashed.
It was quiet in and outside the house, a rarity for the busy and crowded neighborhood in Queens. He heard the small sounds coming from the other room, and his disappointment melted away like snow in the spring sunshine. He slipped out of bed, pulled the tee shirt he wore over his head and tossed it into the hamper. He padded bare-chested into the room across the hall, and stood for a moment taking in the sight in front of him. He knew he would never get used to seeing this every morning.
On his right there was a crib, made up with yellow sheets and blankets covered with teddy bears and puppies dressed in little vests and bow ties of different bright colors. The bedding was a gift from Stella. There was a mobile hanging over the crib, it was still now, but when it turned, the airplanes spun around as if they could really fly. He'd never been as surprised as he was, when Mac had presented it to him, he'd wanted to laugh, but the look on his boss's face had shut his mouth against the chuckles in his belly.
To the left was a changing table and dresser, a matched set given to them by his mom and dad. Now that had been a surprise. The changing table was littered with baby wipes, a couple of diapers with ducks on the adhesive tabs, and baby powder standing proudly in one corner. Flack's gift of a toy badge and a cop's hat were packed away in the closet, not yet ready for their young friend to play with.
He looked at one corner of the room where his wife sat in a rocking chair given to her by her mother when they had learned she was expecting. How his mother in law had managed to ship it to them in one piece, he would never know. It was old, made of pine, and still smelled like the woods of Montana.
The woman in front of him looked up from the infant in her arms and smiled at him, that wonderful smile that made him shiver and go hot all over at the same time. His son nuzzled hungrily at her breast and she rocked slowly as she hummed to little Louie under her breath.
"Hey cowboy, are you going to stand there and stare, or are you going to say good morning to your son and his mother."
He didn't need to be told twice. He padded across the small room and bent down to kiss his wife, a long slow kiss that heated his blood from the coolness of deep sleep. He pulled away slowly, releasing her bottom lip after a gentle tug.
"Wow… that was amazing baby, how is it that you have so much energy on your first day back from leave."
Her chocolate eyes burned with the fire he felt in his belly. "I had to take somethin' away with me to keep me warm while I chase the bad guys."
She giggled and he decided that a very cold shower was called for as it was getting late and he had to be in by nine. He bent a second time to kiss Louie's little forehead.
"Good mornin' Louie, your in charge now, so take care of your mama."
"Danny Messer, the way you talk to our son." She shifted the baby away and Danny groaned inwardly at the sight of his wife's exposed breast. She buttoned the top of her pajamas, while he sighed in frustration.
Get yourself under control Messer, you can't go to the lab sporting a hard on.
He said, "Why shouldn't I talk to him like that, I ain't into baby talk, it makes me feel stupid." He backed away as Lindsay got up from the rocker. She moved to the crib and placed the now sleeping two month old baby onto the little sheets and covered him with a blanket.
"Come on, lets find some breakfast," she said quietly turned for the door of the nursery and shut it.
"I need a shower Montana, and then I'll join ya for a cup of coffee."
"You're having more then coffee Messer, whether you like it or not." She informed him.
He entered the bathroom and turned on the shower. He stripped down and slipped a hand into the water, then hissed and pulled it back, still too cold. He looked at his face in the mirror and wondered how he'd gotten so lucky to have a beautiful, smart and tough wife.
He tested the water again and found it to be the perfect temperature. In spite of his earlier excitement he didn't need cold water. He climbed into the shower and thanked God as he always did for his little boy. He had his mother's curly brown hair, and blue eyes. It would be a few months before they knew the true color of his eyes. He hoped they would turn chocolate brown, like Montana's. He finished his morning rituals and left the bathroom.
By the time he finished the shower and dressed for the day in a dark blue shirt and jeans, Lindsay had finished making waffles, his favorite breakfast treat. He knew she was trying to make up for the first separation they'd had since the birth of their baby and he loved her for it, but that didn't stop him from razzing her just a little.
"Is there somethin' ya want ta tell me Montana? Have you been a naughty girl?"
As he hoped annoyance flared in her eyes for just a moment then the sparkle came back. "As a matter of fact, I can't wait for you to leave, so I can let my boyfriend in through the back door." She said without missing a beat.
He reached out and pulled her to him, repeating the kiss he'd given her in the nursery and then letting go of her so abruptly her weak knees nearly sent her to the floor.
"Are you sure ya want to let him in now," he growled, regretting the cold shower her didn't take. He moved back and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her again, harder then he had in weeks. His hands fisted in her hair, and she moaned when he ground his arousal into her abdomen. He moved his mouth from his swollen lips to her neck and then to the pulse point on her neck.
"Danny," her breathless whisper sent him over the edge of control. He picked her up into his arms and carried her back to their bed room.
He laid her on the bed and stood there for a long moment drinking in the site of her. "Danny, you'll be late."
He pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it to the ground. He laughed softly when her eyes latched onto his chest. "See somethin' ya like Montana," He unzipped his jeans and pushed them and his briefs to the floor. His heart was pounding so hard he got dizzy. He couldn't believe that she could make him feel like horny teenager. He realized that she'd sat up and was removing her pajama top, his erection jumped painfully at the sight of the breast his son had so recently suckled.
"See somethin' ya like Messer," She imitated his accent perfectly while one finger lazily circled a nipple. He laughed when she squealed after he jumped on the bed next to her. His body was screaming for release, it had been so long.
He pressed her back on the pillows and began with his mouth on hers, again. He took a very long time, savoring to taste of her skin on his tongue, and the jittery feeling in his stomach he got whenever they were like this. His hands stroked her breasts, his thumbs scraping over the hard, erect nipples. His mouth moved to her neck, while his hands made lazy circles over her abdomen. The silken feel of her skin was nearly more then he could take. His mouth found her neck again, licking the soft spot just over her collar bone, the one she liked him to suck on. He took her left ear in his mouth and bit down gently on the lobe.
"Danny," she whispered in his ear.
"Say it Lindsay!" He stopped his attentions to her ear long enough to look at her flushed face. "Please Danny," she breathed, her eyes bright. "Say it," he repeated watching the sun turn her hair to spun honey gold in its glow.
Her eyes closed and she arched up against him, "Please Danny, I need you inside me," she moaned.
His heart was pounding so hard he could hardly breathe, lust and love battled in his heart for his attention while his hands slid slowly down her sides to the top of her pajama bottoms. One hand moved down to stroke her through the material of the pants. He felt the trembling of her thigh muscles on one arm and knew she was close.
"Lift," he said. She lifted her hips once more, and he slid the pajamas off. His hand went to her center, and his heart flew to the moon at the feel of her soaking wet curls against his fingers. He inserted one then two fingers and slowly thrust into her, feeling the hot, wet, tightness of her. Fuck! He wanted that warm wetness around him, squeezing him till he popped.
"Danny!" Her hands fisted tightly in his hair, but the pain was sweet.
He removed his hand and pushed her knees further apart. One hand went to her lips. "I want you to taste yourself on me," her tongue flickered out and licked the fingers that had occupied her.
The sight of the small tongue did him in completely. He couldn't wait anymore; he had to claim what was his, again. He took her hands in his and pushed them over her head. She cried out when he drove into her. God, this was what he'd missed, the primal intimacy of his mate. She was his, forever and till the end of time.
"Look at me Lindsay, I want ta see ya break apart baby," He panted, thrusting down, meeting the lift of her hips in an easy rhythm they established long ago and fell into easily.
"Oh God, my sweet angel," she gasped raggedly.
Her eyes black with passion opened and pinned him. He fell, and captured her mouth, blocking her scream when she flew apart. The tightening of her inner muscles around him sent him leaping off the edge with a loud groan. He dropped on top of her.
"Jesus Lindsay. I love you so much baby." He kissed her once more pushing the sweat soaked hair out of her eyes. He rolled over and pulled her on top of him. "I didn't hurt you did I?"
"No," she managed to say after her breathing slowed.
"I'm sorry it was so quick this time, but I -"
She stopped him with a long kiss, "Baby, do you hear me complaining."
He shook his head and she said, "Good, then stop worrying and get going." She slapped his leg.
"Ouch, how come you're pushing me outta bed, I thought you love to cuddle?" He asked with a cute little pout.
"I do, but if you're late your first day back, Mac won't be happy." She moved off of him and pulled on her robe.
Damn it! She was right, the last thing he wanted on his first day back at work, was a patented Mac Taylor tongue lashing.
"You know how to spoil the mood Montana." He slipped off the bed and headed for the shower, again. "Hurry up, you gotta eat before you go, baby. She yelled at his retreating back.
She stepped into her slippers and padded out of the room. She blew a kiss to Louie and shut the door to the nursery. She smiled inwardly and ran down the hall to the kitchen; it was time to try a salvage breakfast.
She had fresh waffles on the table with a cup of coffee and some orange juice. She was eating her own stack when he came into the kitchen. He sat across from her so as not to be tempted to repeat his wake up call, and began to slather butter over his waffles.
"Hey Messer, you want some waffles to go with your butter?" She waggled an eyebrow and giggled when he frowned at her. "Hey… it's your fault I eat like this; I swear to God… I've gained ten pounds in the last two months."
"Aw… poor baby, you're so concerned about your figure. You're not going all female on me are ya?" She shot back after popping a syrup soaked piece of waffle in her mouth.
"That was low Montana, especially after the little somethin' somethin' we just had." He growled back at her as he reached for the syrup bottle.
He saw that all Lindsay could do was laugh while he ate his breakfast. He decided that going back to work was a good thing, at least they didn't laugh at him there, at least not often.
"Don't pout baby, I love the way you look, or didn't that little interlude convince you." She tossed a napkin at him.
"You better," he groused picking up the napkin he missed catching, and wiped the syrup of his face.
"Hey… I'm the one that just gave birth, if anyone should complain about their weight, it's me." She poured more orange juice in her glass and drank it down noisily.
"Hey Montana, do ya hafta do that every morning." He glared at her and she laughed, and then choked on her juice.
"I do it because it drives you crazy, Messer."
"Well that's great, now I don't feel so bad ta be leavin' today." His phone chose that time to ring. He frowned at the caller ID; he was running late, but not that late.
"Messer," he said swallowing the last of his coffee.
"Danny, Mac here, I'm sure you're on your way, but I need you over at Central Park now. We've got a DOB and Stella is waiting for you."
"Okay Mac, I'm on my way."
He closed the phone and stood, "Gotta go baby… there's a DOA in the park."
She rose to meet him and he kissed her softly. "I love you Messer, make sure you come home in one piece." She ordered when he let her breathe again.
"I love you to Montana. I'll be fine." He watched a sudden tear track down her face.
"Okay Lindsay what's the matter, you've been putting on a good front but I know when something is botherin' you. Please tell me what it is."
"I got another call last night when you were asleep," She flinched when his eyes narrowed and his face went crimson with rage.
"What did he say to you this time?" He demanded in that deadly calm voice that always signaled trouble.
"It was nothing," she tried to back away, but he held her tight to his chest.
"Lindsay, you have to tell me what he said."
"He…h-he said my name, just a whisper I could barely hear and he said "soon" It was so creepy and I was so scared."
"I'm gonna talk to Mac, get him to okay a trace on your phone and the land line in the house. It's what I should'a done when this first started." He lifted her chin and made her look at him. "I'll do whatever I hafta to do to make sure you and Louie are safe, so no arguments."
"He never said anything till two days ago, how would tracing the call help, he doesn't stay on the line long enough."
"We have to know, you know as well as I do that these things sometimes escalate to more."
"I know... I've just been so happy the last two months, I don't want to go back to reality, and I hate this guy for reminding us of our jobs. I wish I knew who he was or how he knows me."
She blinked rapidly trying to keep the tears from falling, but it was no use. He made her feel so safe, how was she to get along without him here everyday.
"I'm going to find out whose doin' this and when I do he'll wish he never messed with you."
"This is why I didn't want to tell you, I don't want you to get hurt Danny." The tears were falling faster now and she couldn't stop them.
"I'm not going to get hurt and neither is my kick ass wife. Don't cry baby, I promise this will be over soon. I gotta go, Stella's waiting for me."
"I'll miss you." She said wiping furiously at her face.
He wrapped her up in his arms his own belly turning acid at the thought of walking out of there. "We're all gonna be okay, I'll see you tonight." He kissed her again and fled. She dropped down into the chair he'd so recently occupied and wept.
