A/N: I'll warn everyone now, this is an M chapter, for sure. Some might even call it smut. I know there are some that aren't into that kind of thing, so fair warning. I'll be changing the status of this fic. I liked writing it though. I've realized I don't write much M stuff really. I think that needs to be remedied. As always please feel free to leave any comments or reviews that you feel like leaving. I greatly appreciate it when someone stops and takes the time to tell me what they think (really though, i do).
Danny stood by the window, looking out across the sparkling lights of downtown Boston. There was a part of him that couldn't comprehend how he came to be here, sharing a fancy hotel room with his not so platonic friend. He couldn't figure out her angle.
She'd been like a giddy teenager, running off to get their coats, but when she'd come back they'd ridden the elevator in silence. It wasn't a comfortable silence either. It was the kind you could feel. A palpable tension that was just begging to be shattered. Sexual tension?
He reached up and unbuttoned the top three buttons on his shirt. He felt warm, stuffy even. He took a deep breath and leaned forward, unlatching the casement windows and swinging them outward. The cool night air blew in, relieving his discomfort somewhat. The air was jarringly brisk, a late fall Massachusetts breeze carrying the faintest hint of wood smoke. He stood there with his eyes closed, inhaling deeply.
Just as he was beginning to feel somewhat normal again, there was a light touch on his shoulder. Mindy was standing at his side, poking her head curiously out of the casement. "Oh, wow. This is really beautiful, Danny."
He looked down at her. She was wearing a bathrobe, carelessly tucked around her body, slightly falling open at the front. "Yeah, it is." He swallowed hard. What the hell was she doing? The charade was over. He didn't know how she wanted him to respond.
He stepped back from the window, back from Mindy, and sent a cursory glance over their quarters. The hotel was very nice, and Ama had been extremely generous with their room. It was almost a suite really. There was elegant furniture grouped in an alcove adjacent to the sleeping area. "So, I guess I'll sleep over there, and you can have the bed."
He looked back at her, searching her face for a reaction to his words. She frowned and glided over to the giant bed, sitting on the edge of it, turning back the duvet. "This is a California King. I can't sleep on this while you're curled up on that sofa." She gestured toward the furniture. "It's smaller than a love seat, Danny. Be practical." She patted the bed in a motion of invitation.
He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, settling on the back of his neck. Hearing her last words, he paused. There was something odd in the tone of her voice. Something contrived? He peered at her. She had a scheming expression on her face. If there was any doubt about her intentions left in Danny's mind, it was quickly eradicated.
He made his way over to the bed, stopping briefly to kick off his shoes before sitting down on the edge beside her. "Practical?" He leaned close to her, invading her space completely. "So it's practical to share a bed with a colleague, in a state of… undress?" He reached forward and slipped his hand between the folds of the robe at her neck, once again resting his thumb on her pulse.
She closed her eyes involuntarily. This wasn't what she expected. She'd anticipated having to coax him over to her way of thinking. She hadn't been entirely sure he would continue to play along. Perhaps she'd underestimated how their kisses might have affected him as well.
His touch on her skin was warm, and he moved closer. She parted her lips in expectation, but was left waiting. Danny had leaned forward but paused. "Mindy… what are we doing?"
Her eyes flew open. She was tired of this game. With every touch, every glance, her desire had been building from the outset, and now it was becoming something in and of itself. She couldn't wait any longer. She reached up and slipped one hand behind his head, fingers threading their way through his hair as she pulled him forward. The other hand anchored at the collar of his shirt. She dragged him to her, angrily kissing him. This is how she'd wanted that first kiss to go, hot and messy.
She pulled back for a second, gasping for breath. "This. This is what we're doing. Got it?" She began unbuttoning his shirt, pausing after every other button to return hungrily to his mouth.
Danny sat motionless for a millisecond, a ghost of disappointment briefly passing through him. He shrugged it off. This is what she wanted? Fine. It's what he wanted too. He'd give it to her. He responded the way she wanted him to, greedily devouring her, before swatting her hands away from the buttons in impatience and making quick work of the shirt.
He stood up, dragging her with him, yanking off the robe and tossing it to the floor. For a second he stood motionless, his momentum briefly interrupted by the sight before him. He'd imagined it before, an embarrassing number of times, but he still felt a surprising catch in his breathing. She was wearing delicate white laser cut lace lingerie. The contrast between her skin tone and the material was beautiful in a way entirely new to him.
She reached up to unhook the bra, but he reached forward and stayed her hand. "Leave it." The two words came hoarsely. Danny was never a man of many words, but right now he couldn't even form full sentences.
He reached for her, yanking her none too gently into his embrace. She reached down and tugged at his belt. Before she could even begin to unthread it from its loops, he had removed it completely, divesting himself of all other garments in a matter of seconds. His slacks and boxers joining the shirt on the floor.
Mindy was slightly taken aback. Ok, so Danny wanted to be in charge. That was fine, actually it thrilled her, sending a shiver of up her spine. She hadn't expected this, but she wasn't going to question it, not when she was just beginning to realize it was exactly what she wanted.
He pulled her onto the bed, pressing her down on the mattress, nudging her legs apart with his knees. She dug her fingers into his arms, relishing the feel of his biceps under her fingertips. It was something she'd thought about doing dozens of times. She let out a sigh of satisfaction.
He bent down to her, kissing her as his hands traversed her body, settling in those currently pulsating erogenous zones. He slipped his fingers dexterously under the lace of her panties, cupping her gently, delaying the gratification of a full invasion. She whimpered and arched her hips forward in a silent plea for more. He gave her what she wanted, delving into the wet warmth, brushing against her most sensitive spot before slipping further in.
He released her lips and pulled back to gaze down on her face. Her eyes were closed, brow furrowed in concentration. Her lips parted ever so slightly, the inarticulate sounds of half formed words coming out in panting breaths. He continued his persistent ministrations, noting each time her face contorted with pleasure, and returning to the thing that had elicited it.
She was about to shatter into a million pieces. That was the only coherent thought in Mindy's mind. She knew she wanted something, but waves of pleasure cascading across her body every few minutes prevented her from catching the elusive thought.
Danny dipped down and started trailing kissing down her neck, across her collar bone, on down to her breasts. Catching the lace of her bra in his teeth, dragging it down enough to expose the soft flesh beneath, laving at her while his free hand cupped her other side. The fingers of both of her hand were threaded through Danny's hair, holding him tightly to her.
Danny could feel the rhythm inside her building to its inevitable crescendo. Her panting evolved into incoherent words moaned at odd intervals. "Danny… wait, I… I want… just…" She couldn't get out what she needed to say. "Wait. I…. I want you."
She didn't need to say anything else. He raised his head from her breast and caught her in a kiss as she moaned into him. Needing no other encouragement he positioned himself between her thighs. Not bothering to slip of her panties, he moved the scrap of lace aside and pushed into her, clutching desperately at her hips as he tried to reign in the ferocity with which he slammed into her.
She wrapped her legs around him and wound her arms around his neck, encouraging him with every rocking motion. He felt himself climbing to the pinnacle of no return and hoped she was with him. Just as he was riding the final crest of passion he heard hear cry out then clench around him. It seemed like all the muscles in her body were contracting. She arched her back and clung desperately to him, her fingers digging mercilessly into his shoulders.
Suddenly it seemed very quiet, their hard breaths echoing across the room. Mindy still reeling from the residual aftershocks of her climax unwound her arms from his neck and flopped back onto the pillow, a fine sheen of perspiration glistening on her skin.
Danny followed her motion, coming to rest lightly atop her, their breathing syncing as they touched. He bracketed her face with his hands. Looking at her closely. She had the lazy and sated expression of a well-loved woman, eyes glazed over in the aftermath of her endorphin rush.
He gently kissed her, brushing his thumb along the side of her face. She looked back up at him in wonder. "Oh, God, Danny. You really should have said something earlier." Her eyes were sparkling.
He frowned slightly. "What are you talking about?" Suddenly he was unsure of himself. Had he confessed something in the throes of passion? He didn't recall uttering anything, but he couldn't be sure. Words had chased in and out of his mind.
She smiled up at him. "All these years, and we could have been doing that instead of arguing." She sighed. "I intend to make up for lost time, just so you know."
Danny rolled off of her, a little stunned. His heart was in his throat. His world had been turned upside down, and he still had no idea where they stood. She slipped off her bra and panties, tossing them to the floor as she pulled the blankets up over them. He pulled her to his side, cradling her to him as she drifted off to sleep, her head tucked perfectly under his chin.
Danny felt strange. There was a sense of contentment hovering close to him, but a niggling apprehension at the back of his mind held it at bay. He shrugged it off, wanting to at least enjoy this moment while he had it. If this was all he got, well, he'd take it. It was better than nothing. He'd deal with possibility of her tiring of it when the time came. There was no reason to dwell on it now.
He involuntarily held her tighter, and in response she snuggled into him. Aw, hell. He was a goner.