He traced the scar with his index finger. He watched as she shifted in her sleep almost as if she knew what he was doing. She shifted again, her right shoulder farther away from him. He sighed, knowing it was useless and placed his hand on the middle of her back.
Everyone was allowed to have their own secrets, right? He had his, so she could have hers. Then again, aside from her brother he knew practically knew nothing about her. But the voice in the back of his head nagged that he returned the gesture and did divulge much about his past to her.
But that scar. Something about it creeped him out. Knowing that scar was deep in her skin and emotionally deep hurt him; sympathy pain.
Her body was warm; she was still battling a flu that was being passed around her job. He absentmindedly doodled on her back like he did every morning for the past few months. He would always wake up before she did. He gently pressed his lips to her left shoulder blade urging her to wake from the deep slumber she was currently in. She stirred again.
"Go away." She rasped her voice still hoarse from the previous night's sleep.
"You wouldn't like that." He said equally as loud.
"No I wouldn't." She paused. "What time is it?"
"A little passed six." he answered kiss her soft skin. She smelt of coconuts from the lotion she rubbed in the night before.
"Danny." she said restlessly. She knew what he was thinking.
"Sydney." he responded.
"I have work."
"So do I." He countered. Danny had worked his way up to her ear.
"Babe, seriously." Danny groaned but could sense in her voice she didn't want him to stop. He ignored her complaint; a complaint to a degree. "You are such a whore." she whined.
This time Danny answered. "Only to you."
Sydney curled her toes in towards the balls of her feet trying not to be interested in Danny's activity. Just then a cell phone shrilled through the air breaking Danny's lips from Sydney's skin.
"Yours or mine." He asked. Danny was hovering over her body, his arms stretched out on both sides of her.
"Mine."
"You planned that." He declared in disbelief.
"I did not. If I did it would of rang a long time ago, Hun." She reached over to the nightstand and retrieved her black phone. "Yeah." She said breathlessly into the phone.
"Carson?" Came a man's voice from the receiver.
"Yeah." Danny resumed his work, nipping at her lower lobe. Sydney attempted to stifle a moan and made a mental note to killed Danny later.
"You okay?" The voice asked.
"Yeah, fine Brent." Danny pulled away from her -still in a nose distance- brows furrowed, wondering why his girlfriend was talking to a guy as he was trying to get her to have sex. "Body aches."
"You're still comin' in right? You're okay to do that?" He asked not bothering to conceal the concern in his voice. He had his moments where he would treat everyone like they're pregnant; a worry wart. But the company loved him.
"Yeah, do you not need me or something?" Sydney ran her hand through Danny's bed head and directed him back to her neck. Danny flashed her an impish grin. She just couldn't handle him staring at her as if she was under a microscope. As he lowered himself back onto her, Sydney locked her legs on his lower back. She traced shapes on his right shoulder. Danny's lips began to trail down and Sydney dug the palm of her hand into his back, praying he'd get the message.
He didn't.
"Is that all Brent?"
"Yeah, You sure you're all right."
She squeaked. Yup, Danny defiantly had to be murdered. "Yeah, my body just aches and everything. Then I was doing PT as I was sick so it's just aches."
"All right." Brent bought it. Then again it was quite easy for her to pull the wool over his eyes. He wasn't the type to catch quickly and Sydney knew that when his daughter got old enough she would be getting away with a lot. "See ya soon Carson."
"Yeah," She flipped her phone shut and let it drop to the floor. "I hate you." She growled.
"That's kinda hot." Finally Danny stopped.
"That was a superior officer Danny."
"You told me to continue."
"You kept staring." She was stubborn and Danny loved that about her. But then again it always had it's bad side.
"You have work?"
"Yeah," She pushed Danny's warm body off. "And I can't be late."
