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Rolling over in bed, Danny reaches for his cell phone, its buzzing having woken him from sleep. Groaning, he blinks against the glare of the phone's bright light. He'd spent the last couple hours tangling himself in his sheets as sleep eluded him until finally he'd gotten a respite from the insomnia, the rhythmic counting of sheep lulling him into a sound slumber. Having that disturbed greatly upsets him, his agitation made evident by the frown on his face.

His eyes adjusting to the phone's illuminated display, Danny checks his inbox, the downturn of his lips becoming a smile when he realizes who the message is from.

Are you awake? I can't sleep.

He taps out a quick response, sitting up to lean back against his headboard.

I am now.

Lacey's reply is immediate.

Sorry, one of my cousins is snoring and the other one keeps kicking me in the bed. I need you to distract me before I do them harm.

Lacey had been gone the past couple days, visiting her family in Pennsylvania for the holiday break. Danny misses her, disappointed that they've been separated for their first Christmas as a couple. He'd planned for them to spend the afternoon together, drinking hot chocolate and snuggling in front of the fireplace in his living room, mistletoe overhear. Unfortunately that couldn't be done with her miles away and preoccupied with her family.

I see. It's so nice to be needed.

His smile broadens as he pictures her lying in bed, head turned to glare at her cousin and fists clenched tight as she resists the urge to hit the young girl back.

Shut up :) You know I need you for more than just that.

He raises an eyebrow at her answer, his tongue moving to lick his lips as his mind wanders to all the possible meanings behind her statement.

No, I don't know. You'll have to be specific.

He hopes she'll be very specific, detailing exactly what she needs him for in the most explicit of ways.

Well, you're really good at carrying my books, and it's nice having you around to open all of my bottles for me.

Laughing aloud at her unexpected answer, Danny gazes at the picture of her he has on his bookshelf, wishing that she were home so that he could sneak into her room and make her pay for that remark. A sound tickling would be the perfect punishment.

Is that all I'm good for?

Being well-versed on his strengths, he knows that bottle opening and book carrying are at the bottom of the list.

No… you're also a very good kisser and know exactly what to do with your hands.

Arousal stirring in his belly, he leans further back into the headboard and pushes his hips forward as he removes the blankets from his lap. Unconsciously one hand drops to the front of his groin as the other types out his response.

Go on, tell me more.