mature content up ahead*
It was the worst argument Linda and Danny had ever had in their entire relationship, and it had been going on for days. By the time Valentine's Day rolled around, the couple had forgotten the original argument. By February 14, they were just arguing for the sake of arguing.
Linda angrily slammed the door in Danny's face, and headed to the kitchen.
"Why the hell did ya do that for?!" He yelled.
"You know why, Danny! Cause you're such a jerk!"
"Me?! You're the jerk!"
The married couple started yelling at each other, not really paying attention to the words coming out of their mouths.
"Linda!!" Danny yelled over his wife.
"What?!"
They looked at each other for a moment, and before they knew what happened, they were in each other's arms, passionately kissing. This always happened to them after huge fights, but every time they seemed surprised.
Danny deepened the kisses as his wife fumbled with his shirt buttons. She successfully unbuttoned all of them, and slid her hands up her husband's toned chest. He moaned, shooting his hands up her cute sweater.
Linda put her hands on Danny's shoulders, and guided the shirt to the floor. Danny pulled the blonde's sweater over her head and dropped it near the kitchen table. He lightly ran the tips of his fingers over her bare back, beckoning soft moans and sharp breaths from her soft lips. He unhooked her bra, and she wiggled her arms out of it.
The detective threw the black bra, not caring where it landed. He picked up the nurse and sat her on the kitchen counter.
"Danny!" Linda gasped as he fondled her left breast. As he enticed his wife, both their breathing became quicker. When Linda was able to form logical thoughts, she slid her hands to Danny's belt. She unbuckled it, and dropped it to the floor.
Danny moved his hand to the top of his wife's leggings, putting his fingers in between the fabric and her sides. He lifted Linda off the counter, and forcefully pushed her leggings to the floor. Linda stepped out of them; as she nibbled Danny's ear, she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pushing them to the floor with just as much force as he had used.
Their lips met again, the nurse's hands rapidly moving up and down the detective's toned chest. Danny licked his lips as he fervently kissed his wife. He traced the edge of her cheeky underwear, and pushed it down.
Linda moaned loudly, letting her hand travel to the front of her husband's boxers. She grabbed him, enticing a moan from him.
Danny grabbed Linda's butt, bringing her closer to him. She nearly gagged when he stuck his wanting tongue in her mouth. He led her back to the counter, making her sit on the cold marble.
"Danny!" Linda moaned as he teased her with his mouth and fingers. She felt chills all over her already-sweaty body. She tilted her head back, continuing to moan and call out the detective's name. With her feet, she was able to push Danny's underwear to the floor.
Linda climaxed at least three times on the kitchen counter top, and that was even before her husband entered her.
Danny smiled as he picked Linda up again. He led her to the wall, and propped her up against the cool plaster. He started out slowly, gently kissing Linda's neck. Then, out of the blue, he went fast, coaxing screams from his wife.
"Danny!" She yelped loudly, about ready to climax. When she came down from her high, she rested her forehead on her husband's.
Danny smiled as he climaxed quickly after her, kissing her lips. Forgetting about their discarded clothes and the mess they had made, the detective carried the nurse upstairs to their bedroom. They fell asleep, the argument completely forgotten.
