*shoutout to @beverlyhillsgirl for totally inspiring this... yes, this is smutty.*

Linda Reagan was riding an emotional roller coaster, and she didn't understand why. She wasn't experiencing menstruation or PMS. Danny hadn't done anything idiotic, and the boys were perfect. It just wasn't her day today, and the family teasing her about a slip of the tongue she had made was not helping her mood.

After Joe had made yet another joke, Linda snapped, "I messed up, okay? So shoot me!" She threw her napkin on her plate and stormed through the kitchen doorway. She slammed the screen door that led to the porch, and slammed the one that led to the backyard. She stood beside the shed, her back to the house. She was so mad, and with her tears coming by the bucketloads, she didn't hear someone come out.

"Linda," Danny walked in front of her, only to have her walk a few paces in front of him. "We didn't mean to make you mad." He shrugged, "everyone makes mistakes... I ever tell you 'bout the time my TO told me I was the only one who could spell shit with two t's?" He couldn't tell if Linda sobbed or snorted, so he kept going. "I'm serious. Wanna know how I spell accord? A-c-h-o-r-d. I'd probably spell Staten Island like S-T-A-T-I-N E-Y-E-L-A-N-D." Danny smiled, that was definitely a snort that came from his wife. He still wasn't sure if her shoulders shook with sobs or laughs. "My Sarge says my paper work is a salad, and, Linda," he sighed, "Do you even listen at the table? I tease my siblings all the time, and vice versa."

Linda sniffed and looked over her shoulder. She bit her lip before she walked over to Danny. Without hesitation, she pressed her lips against his, the force knocking him back a step. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer.

Danny often wondered how Linda's emotions went from 'I want to die' to 'I want you now'. He had unintentionally backed them up against the door of the shed, the rough wood scratching his T-shirt. His hand found the knob as the kisses got more passionate. He backed them into the shed, closing the door by pressing Linda against it.

Linda pulled back, realizing where they were. "The shed?"

"Mhmm." Don't question it now!

"We've never done it in a shed... could be kinky!"

Danny grinned wickedly, before encasing Linda's lips between his. She slid her hands up his T-shirt, pulling it over his head. He did the same to her, letting her shirt fall to the ground on top of his. His hands traveled from her hips to the back of her bra, expertly unhooking it. (It was actually kind of funny, because Danny could hook and unhook it with a flick of the wrist, but Linda always has trouble).

Linda lightly purred when Danny started massaging her breasts, one in with his mouth, the other in his hand. She hoped no one came looking for them. That would be embarrassing.

Danny moved his free hand down to the button of her jeans. He pushed them down, letting them fall around her ankles. He ran his hand up and down the side and back of her lithe thigh, loving that the beautiful woman before him was all his.

Linda's baby pink nails lightly scratched Danny's shoulder, "touch me." She whispered, resting her forehead on Danny's. She sighed contentedly when he snuck his finger into her black panties.

Danny smiled as he blindly pleasured his wife. He watched lustfully as her bare chest rose and fell, her head tipped back. Sweat accumulated on her long neck, her short blonde hair hung free and loose. She moved in time to his rhythm, her arms behind her, gripping the shelf.

Linda moaned Danny's name, her insides knotting. She pushed her own underwear down, not wanting to get them wet, or rather, wetter. She felt Danny's lips pressed against her neck, on his favorite spot to suck. "Danny..." She panted; she desperately needed to feel him inside.

Danny smiled and quickly discarded the rest of his clothing. He picked her up, holding her against the only wall that wasn't laden with tools and nails and the like. He lined himself up, and their bodies interlocked.

Linda closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure. Her nails raked Danny's back, leaving small pinkish-red lines. She tilted her head back, her hair sprinkled with sweat.

Danny smirked as the beautiful, incoherent babbles tumbled from Linda's lips. He once asked her if she knew what she was saying, and she responded with, "I didn't even know I babbled!"

"I wonder where they went..." Erin mused as she washed the dishes with her brother.

"I bet ya ten to one they found some place to have sex." Joe took the dish from her. "They can't keep their hands off each other."

Erin nodded, "but where would they go? It's not like this place has an unlimited number of secret places."

"Garage, cars, eight unoccupied rooms upstairs, the shed." He rattled off, placing a plate in the cabinet.

"Okay, So you got me." Erin looked up and casually out the window. "Joe. Look."

Joe looked out the window as well, and saw his older brother and sister in law stumble out of the shed, looking disheveled as they fixed their clothes. He looked at his sister and smiled smugly, "see? What I tell ya?" He meshed the words together.

Linda ran a hand through her hair, stumbling to the porch steps. "We shouldn't have done that."

"No... but aren't'cha glad we did?" Danny smiled widely.

"I just hope no one notices."

"Linda, you're drenched in sweat. I'm drenched in sweat. They'll notice."

"We could just lie and say it's water."

"We just won't say anything." He held the door open for her. They made their way into the kitchen, where Joe and Erin faced away from them. "I take it we missed dinner?"

The brother and sister turned around, Joe's eyes bugging. "Where'd ya have it? The car? The shed?"

Linda blushed as she let out a breathy laugh. "What-What are you talking about?"

"Linda, we are under no obligation to tell him. Come on, let's see what's for dessert." Danny placed his hand on the small of her back, leading her out. Once through the kitchen doorway, he gave her backside a playful spank.

"Looks like they already had dessert..." Joe mumbled, turning back to the task at hand.

A/n

Did not mean to make it that long, but my fingers just kept typing. Lol, hope you enjoyed it anyhows