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Spoilers: None really but through season two to be safe. Just vague season two, though.
On with the chapter.
His brain was swirling with all the imagery Lindsay had given him. Her imagination was damn impressive…he hardly knew which image to replay first. But he knew which image he'd be embellishing later, and he grinned as he thought about their next round of phone sex.
Lindsay begging.
Just the thought of her begging him to fuck her was almost painfully arousing. In fact as he lay in bed stroking himself and thinking about her begging it took him considerably less time to come than it usually did, and when he thought about Lindsay his orgasm was usually pretty fast.
Not that he would ever share that fact with her. And oh god, what if they did end up having sex and it was over embarrassingly quick for him?
Before he could have a complete meltdown he assured himself that for starters it wasn't if, it was when they had sex. And that when it happened he would be completely consumed with the need to make her beg so that he'd be able to hold off his orgasm.
He nodded to himself and then went back to thinking about their latest episode of phone sex. He could hardly wait to call Lindsay back and detail exactly what he imagined doing to her, but as the team gathered for a post-case debriefing late the next day a new case opened up and Mac had them all sit at the conference table while he went and got the details.
Lindsay sighed as soon as Mac was out of earshot and Danny looked over and caught her eye, grinning as she raised an eyebrow. He pulled his notepad out and wrote a quick note which he passed under the table to her, making sure his fingers grazed hers so he could watch the predictable heat rise in her cheeks when they made contact.
Aw, looks like no bedtime story for you tonight.
Lindsay grinned as she read the note. Thankfully the rest of the team was deep in a discussion about the latest college football playoff statistics and were uninterested in what she and Danny were doing. She quickly wrote him back.
You're the one who's going to suffer, having to wait to hear what I have to say. But if you're a good boy I'll give you a clue to make your torment a bit more bearable.
His eyebrows rose slightly and he licked his lips as he thought about what to say.
Oh I can be very good, Montana. What did ya have in mind?
Details of their various fantasies appeared unbidden in her mind's eye and Lindsay flushed scarlet. He had been very good to her indeed. At least in her imagination.
Why don't you surprise me?
He grinned and shook his head as Mac walked back in. He pocketed the paper and prepared to give his attention to the task at hand. Afterwards the team went to gather their kits and Danny found himself alone with Lindsay in the locker room for a moment. He went to stand behind her and he caged her in with his arms. She stiffened momentarily and then looked at him over her shoulder, an eyebrow raised in silent query.
"Quit teasin' me, Montana. Gimme the hint."
Her smile was radiant as she turned around. Reaching one finger out she stroked the lapel of his coat.
"Why Danny, the way you said that? Call me crazy but it sounds as if you don't think it's going to be worth the wait."
He leaned into her touch until she was forced to tilt her head back.
"Absolutely…not."
Lindsay laughed and pushed him away. She shrugged as she picked up her kit and walked past him.
"Well then I guess you're just going to have to wait."
Torture.
Two days of absolute torture.
Their case had required all hands on deck for a full forty-eight hours, with no time for sleep. The victims were young children, and those cases always hit the team hard. No one complained about the hours, and in fact they were surprised that the work ended as soon as it did. Usually people who murdered children didn't confess, but this guy did and the team was able to gather all the forensics they needed to back up his confession by working around the clock.
Mac gave them all the next day off, and Lindsay made a point of telling Stella that she just wanted to sleep for about twelve hours, knowing Danny was listening. It wasn't that she didn't want him to call; in fact the thought that his phone call awaited her at the end of the nightmarish shift was what kept her going.
But she needed some down time, needed to decompress alone. She needed a cleansing sleep to help chase away the images of those children. And she knew Danny well enough to know that he needed the same thing, and so she wasn't afraid that he would be upset. As it was Danny waited fourteen hours before he called and began speaking without preamble.
"So you've been a tease since I walked in the door but we're finally makin' progress on gettin' you naked. When you take off your shirt and pants it's a wonder I don't start to drool when I see the almost-nothing you're wearin'. The fact that it's my favorite color is just icing on the very edible cake that is you. I hafta touch you 'cause it seems like maybe I'm asleep, there's no way I've been good enough to you to deserve havin' you on top of me in bed."
Lindsay unexpectedly teared up for a moment. The fact that cocky, swaggering ladies' man Danny could even imagine himself feeling lucky to have Lindsay in bed brought an unexpected warmth to the vicinity of her heart.
"I ask you if you're tryin' to kill me with the image of you in see-through lingerie, 'cause you know I'm gonna be replayin' it over and over again to the point of distraction. But the fact that you didn't get completely naked means that I am a very lucky boy indeed and I make sure that I have a perfect vantage point to watch you."
Lindsay blushed fiercely and shook her head as she reminded herself that Danny wasn't actually with her and that he couldn't see how his words affected her.
"When your hand dips inside your panties I hold my breath for a minute, unable to believe that I get to be here while you pleasure yourself just for me. I always get off on being able to direct your actions, and so I start to whisper what I want you to do."
He paused and let the imagery detail itself in his brain so he could accurately tell Lindsay what he'd have her do, but Lindsay thought Danny was waiting for her input.
"What do you want me to do, Danny?"
As soon as she said it she realized her mistake. The way she said it was as if she were asking Danny for instructions that she was going to immediately carry out. It didn't help matters any that her voice was low and breathy, either, she mused. She sounded like an aroused woman waiting for her lover. Which was only a bit off, she supposed.
She bit her lip and waited for his reply, uncertain which way he was going to take her comment but knowing for sure that if he began to tell her to touch herself she would obey in a heartbeat. The thought aroused her beyond measure.
Danny's breath caught in his throat. Her voice held just a hint of begging and he hadn't even gotten to that point yet. Not that his cock cared. It responded to Lindsay's voice independently of any thought on Danny's part.
He debated what to do with this unexpected development. They had reached a turning point. If he answered her outside of the fantasy, if he told her exactly how he wanted her to touch herself and listened to her as she complied it would undoubtedly make for one of the hottest episodes of phone sex ever.
But the problem was that if he was to do that then he wanted to be there, physically, with her. He wanted to watch her surrender her body to his commands, and be able to see exactly what shade of red she flushed when she came.
They weren't at that point…yet.
It was so tempting to just give in, to talk Lindsay into an orgasm now so that he could replay the sound over and over in his mind. But he wanted to fulfill that fantasy in person more than he wanted the temporary rush he would get from doing it over the phone.
But as he prepared to answer within the fantasy he realized, certainly not for the first time, that they needed to move beyond the phone thing soon, although a nagging voice in the back of his mind wondered if Lindsay was interested in that. For all he knew she was okay with keeping it on the phone lines. He didn't know how to bring it up with her so he resolved to work on it later and hope that inspiration struck. For now he set about returning to the episode at hand.
"There's always so many things I want ya to do that I have to pick carefully. I want you to caress your breasts, Lindsay. Run your palm over them like I do."
As she listened to Danny Lindsay had to clench her hand into a fist to keep it from doing exactly what Danny was imagining.
"Since you're still wearin' a bra I decide to move my attention to the hand that is inside your panties. Slide your finger inside, Linds. Get yourself all hot and wet for me. Baby I love to watch you touch yourself, you know that? It sets me on fire to see you working yourself up to an orgasm."
Part of Lindsay couldn't wait to get off the phone so she could work herself up into a real orgasm.
"Knowin' that I'm gettin' you so hot, knowin' that you're close to comin' for me makes me hard, Linds. And I stop everything to watch you climax, it's amazin' every time. I let you rest on top of me for a few minutes before I decide to keep this round goin'."
"It's time for you to get even closer to naked so I take off your bra and lay you down next ta me. I will never understand why you get shy when I look at ya. I could stare at ya all damned day long, Montana…you're beautiful."
"I will never get tired of touchin' you, and I want to make sure you're gonna be ready for me so I start to tease ya a bit. Instead of caressing you all over with my hands and mouth I just use one finger. And I cannot believe that you have the gall to complain that I am makin' you suffer."
A giggle slipped out of Lindsay's mouth which she quickly stifled and Danny just smiled and shook his head.
"I am about to give up and quit teasin' when you start to squirm, tryin' to get me to move where ya want me to go. And since you won't actually tell me where you need it I just keep it up until I decide I don't wanna wait anymore and I move your panties aside so I can slide my finger inside you. It's a miracle I don't come from the groan you give me, it sounds like I've been makin' ya wait for weeks or somethin', and I love that you want me so much."
"And I love hearin' you beg, Lindsay." For a moment he broke out of the fantasy to confess. "God I wanna hear you beg."
Lindsay whimpered and Danny's groin tightened even further. But before Lindsay could do anything else to try and shatter his control he went back to the fantasy.
"So I know I can getcha to beg me to fuck you like I'd wanted to from the moment I walked in and it's all I can think about. 'Baby, I'm gonna make you feel so good,' I say, 'I've wanted to do this all day long. You're all I've been able to think about. Tell me how you want me to make you come. Tell me what you want me to do.' And just when I think you're gonna give in you start to stroke me and I cannot believe I have to try and convince you to stop but there's no way I'm gonna come again without bein' inside you."
"But you just smile when I tell you it's not fair and I decide that it's been long enough. I move your hand away and pull you over so I can kiss you. I need a moment to regain control and I know the easiest way to do that is to make you lose control."
"I roll us over so that I'm on top of you and you smile at me in that way that means you think you're in charge and that you've got the upper hand but we'll soon see. When I rock my hips against yours you arch up and I grin. I keep it up until you tell me to quit teasing and you order me to take your panties off so that you can get more contact. But I just shake my head no and you growl at me, which is of course a complete fuckin' turn on."
"You move your fingers to your waistband so you can do it yourself but I grab your wrists and pin your hands above your head. I kiss the protest off your lips and you open your mouth to me. I use my tongue to mimic what I'm gonna be doin' to you with my cock and you start to make those noises that tell me you're gettin' close."
"And finally, you give me exactly what I want. You open your mouth and…"
Click.
He hung up.