Don't own them, If I did…. Well, this fic's rated T, so I'm told I have to behave.

PS: Naughty words in this chapter. I warned ya.

Messin' With Montana

Chapter 7: Apples? Does He Like Them?

She had no time to register his words because he was kissing her again. It was like being drunk, her head swam, she felt light and fuzzy, short of breath.

Kissing her could quickly become addicting, he was soon figuring out. It bothered him that her lips fit so perfectly with his. He hated that his hands so naturally gravitated to her hips, to her neck, to her face, that no matter where he touched her, she was soft and warm to his touch.

His brain was screaming it him to pull away, to stop kissing the woman who just confessed her deepest, darkest secret to him. This is wrong… This is very wrong. He wrenched his mouth away from hers after his thoughts penetrated his conscious.

"We… We shouldn't… That was…" He fumbled, unsure of what he should say next.

"Inappropriate. But not all bad, right?" She asked as she moved her eyes to the horizon.

"Not bad. But not the best idea I've ever had. I took advantage of-" He started, rubbing the back of his neck as he spoke.

She interrupted. "You didn't take advantage. If anything, I took advantage of you…" She comforted, hoping he'd take her words to heart.

"C'mon Montana, you and I both know that's not true. You don't do that kind of thing. But me, I'm a different story." Danny said, distancing himself from her, all at once feeling bad for what he'd done.

She felt empty inside at his quick movements. She hadn't meant to drive him away or make him feel bad. She'd just wanted him to be… him.

She opened her mouth to say that but he was already standing. "I think we need to go. It's gettin' late." He suggested, turning towards one of the many exits of the park, waiting for her to stand.

She nodded and followed behind him, hurrying to keep up with his fast pace. They were at her apartment within 10 minutes.

"Night Lindsay." He said, coming to a stop in front of her door. There was space between them, an awkward amount of space. She went to stop forward, but he moved back. "I can't… Not now Linds." He told her quietly as he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. With that, he turned and walked off.

She slipped inside her apartment building and hiked the two floors to her apartment. He kisses me twice…Then he gets upset and starts taking the blame for all of it, then practically ignored me.

Lindsay slept fitfully that night, continuously turning the night's events over in her head. She was confused, terribly, horribly confused.

Danny fared no better. He felt bad. He might be the kind of guy who was inappropriate about a lot of things, but kissing a girl, the girl who you work with, that's bad enough right there, but kissing the girl who just told you she was a widow, wasn't… It wasn't his style. What am I gonna do? I have to see her tomorrow, work with her, sorry, work NEXT to her… Am I supposed to avoid her? Pretend it never happened? Christ…

Fate (or maybe it was karma kicking both their asses) had them both arriving at work at the same time. The EXACT same time.

Lindsay hit the button first. She'd woken up much earlier than normal. Guess that's becoming a nasty little habit. So she'd taken her time getting ready, hoping that it would take her mind off of Danny and impress him when she walked in. Guess I'm a hypocrite, getting dressed up to avoid thinking about him, yet to impress him. Good call country girl. She'd slapped a zesty looking fedora over her wind crazed curls to attempt to keep them tame and she'd yet to take off her slightly large plastic framed glasses. She tapped one pointy shoed foot as she waited for the elevator.

Danny got to the elevator a few seconds behind a petite looking brunette in a hat. Good, a distraction, just what I need. He licked his lips as he sidled up to the elevator button, pushing it and turning around, preparing to hit on the hottie that was now standing behind him.

Lindsay heard slow, casual footsteps behind her. She knew his walk, especially in the morning when he was coming into work. Do I say anything? Do I acknowledge him? Do I let him acknowledge me first? Maybe that's batter, maybe it needs to come from him. She held her position, not acknowledging his presence. She watched as he turned, his face set in a small smile, his eyes bright. He looks so…Wow, I bet he tastes really good.

All at once, last night came flooding back to her mind. She glanced around. It was early, the lobby was still pretty vacant. Screw it, I'm going for it. She steeled herself and when he came to fully face her, she took a step forward, grabbed his face, brought it to hers, stopping only centimeters from hers. "You listen to me Danny Messer. I don't care what you think or what you say. I LIKED kissing you. And I'm going to do it again. RIGHT NOW." She said. With that, she leaned in the last centimeter and pressed her lips to his.

He turned, preparing what he knew would be a smart and charming comment, loaded with double meanings. What he wasn't prepared for was the woman he kissed last night to grab his face, hiss some words in his face and then his heart damn near exploded as she pressed her lips to his.

It was, by far, the last thing he'd expected when he turned around. One of his hands went up to her hat to pull it off, the other following behind burying itself in her curls. The hand that had pulled her hat off, dropped the hat to the ground, went around her waist, hauling her body flush against him. There was something about her, something inside of him, something that made him WANT her, made him NEED her, NEED this feeling. Need to feel her in his arms, her body against his. Danny, this is…This is… Fuck it, this is incredible.

As great of a high as it was kissing this smart ass of a man, she knew she couldn't do it in the lobby of their office. With a great amount of regret and sorrow at what she was going to feel like when she pulled away, she pulled herself back, stepping away from his grasp.

She brushed her curls back into place and leaned over to get her hat. She secured it back on her head and brought her gaze to him. "How do you like them apples Messer?" She asked. With that, she turned on her heel and headed for the stairs.

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