A/N: I know it's on the short side, but hopefully the content makes up for it!


Mindy's body was on fire. Every hair was standing on end, every breath shallow, electricity shooting through her veins. Danny's lips were soft, like before, but this time, there was something different behind them. A need, a want.

Danny's hands found their way to the small of Mindy's back, pressing her into his chest. She let out a small oomf!, as she landed, loving every second. She pulled him close by his belt loops and wove her hands through his hair. He moaned, angling his head to kiss her more deeply as she backed up into her apartment. The door shut with a bang.

Danny, taking that as a signal, moved them over to the counter where he lifted Mindy up and onto a stool. His eyes were black with desire, breath coming out in huffs. They crashed into each other, much less careful now. Mindy gasped and ran her thumb along his jaw. She drew circles on his back with the other hand, right between his shoulder blades. Danny closed his eyes and leaned into her further. Teasing her, he started planting a trail of kisses along the neckline of her tank. Mindy took a second to thank god that she had changed into one of her sexy bras instead of the one with the pizza stain on it, then reached up and grabbed Danny, bringing him back to her lips.

His hands began their dance again, rubbing up and down Mindy's back. She squeezed closer, wrapping her legs around him. She could feel his muscles stretch as he touched every inch of her. Danny stopped for a second, a smile in his eyes. He kissed her gently on the lips, so light that Mindy could barely feel him. Then he returned to the very important task of exploring Mindy's neck.

Danny was testing the sensitivity of her earlobe when her phone started to ring. "Voicemail," he growled, voice deep and full of lust. Mindy ignored it, attending to the area between his neck and shoulder. The phone continued to shriek, demanding to be answered. Mindy groaned, mentally cursing her love for catchy ringtones. "Why don't you have a landline?" Danny asked between kisses. "Who even has a landline anymore?!" Mindy replied, incredulous. Danny stopped and looked at her like she was crazy. "Landlines are important. Not all of us are attached to our phones at the hip. And what if there's an emergency and your cell phone is dead? You –" Mindy ended his ramblings with a kiss. The phone finally fell silent, both parties too preoccupied to care.

A few seconds later, Danny's phone started to buzz in his pocket. He groaned, trying to ignore it. Mindy let out a frustrated huff but continued her appreciation of Danny's magnetic lips. By the fifth straight minute of ringing, however, Danny couldn't take it anymore.

"Hello?" his voice was gruff and he was panting. The room was quiet enough for Mindy to hear the person on the whispering to someone else other line.

"Hey Dr. C, it's Morgan." Mindy and Danny froze. "Are you hanging out at the dog park? It sounds like you've got some heavy breathers there!" Morgan laughed. Mindy quickly covered her mouth with her hand, refusing to exhale. "Anyways, I know you never gave me your home number, but I went through the entire phonebook and called every Castellano in there. I was wondering if I could get a ride? I'm stuck at my pottery class out in Brooklyn, and I made a new friend Muriel who can't drive because her license expired 15 years ago. So if you could pick me up, I'd really appreciate it. In exchange, I will let you have the masterpiece I made in class today." Danny sighed, listening. Mindy stared at the phone, waiting for his answer.

"Yeah, Morgan, I'll grab us a cab." Danny relented. He looked up at Mindy, tortured.

"Thanks, Dr. C! You're the best. Really. You've got such great bone structure – " Danny snapped the phone shut, cutting Morgan off.

"So." He glanced at Mindy.

"So." She replied, straightening her blouse. "You've gotta go. Can't keep Muriel waiting."

"Listen, Min, about what just happened –" He gestured between them. He wasn't sure what it meant, but he knew he wanted it. Whatever It was. Danny grabbed her hand, trying to look her in the eyes.

"Don't worry about it." She refused to meet his gaze. Danny dropped his hand. So maybe it was just some random hookup. Maybe she was just feeling lonely, and he was around.

He sighed. "I should-," "Yeah," Mindy interrupted, still not looking at him.

"And it would look weird if you came with me, cuz –" "Mhm, definitely." Mindy glanced up. "Don't wanna raise any suspicion at the office. Conflict of interest and whatnot." The corner of Danny's mouth twitched. Mindy crossed her arms, toeing a corner of the stool.

"So, I, uh, guess I'll call you later?" Danny asked.

"Yeah, sounds great." Mindy replied, still looking down. Danny thought he heard disappointment in her voice. Could he be imagining it? He reached out to her, but Mindy pulled away, brushing the tangles out of her post-makeout hair.

"Okay." He leaned back, hastily shoving his phone into his pocket. He'd lost the moment already, he didn't wanna lose Mindy too. But he wasn't gonna stick around if she didn't want him. He ran his hands through his hair and turned towards the door.

Mindy walked him to the elevator. Folding her arms against her chest, she put on her best face. Danny, knowing she was feeling much more than she was showing, leaned in and kissed her cheek. He didn't want to be a jackass, but she wasn't giving him much to work with. He got in the elevator, nodding goodbye as the doors closed.

Mindy sighed and walked back to her apartment. She firmly shut the door and turned all the locks, crawling into bed.