Missing scene from when Linda's car catches fire. Forget what that one's called... this is smutty*
"Actually, Jack, I think it's my fault," Erin apologized, "I asked your Dad to help me out this week."
"I told her our situation." Danny explained lamely.
"You're pregnant?" Henry wondered.
"What?" Jamie looked up.
"Grandpa!" Erin scolded.
Jack and Sean talked excitedly at the same time, "we're gonna have a baby?!"
"No! No," Linda talked over the family, "no one's pregnant."
"In my day, that's what we called a situation," Henry justified his reasoning.
Days later, when Danny was finally back to the normal work hours, he sat in bed, reading a book. Remembering the conversation that Sunday dinner, he started chuckling. "Y'know," he looked to his wife, "I wouldn't be opposed to another baby."
"Danny," Linda placed her book on her lap, "how are we gonna afford another kid when we can't afford the ones we got? Much less ourselves."
Danny sighed, "you're right."
"But that doesn't mean I'll be..." Linda paused, looking for the right word, "objective to the process of making a baby."
The detective grinned wickedly, meeting his wife's gaze. She threw her book aside, and swung her leg over Danny. She cupped his face in her hands, and nudged his nose with her own. She nipped at his bottom lip, coaxing moans to come out of his throat. She slowly ran her hand down his torso, then up his tshirt.
Linda lifted Danny's shirt over his head with ease, tossing it aside. She nipped his bottom lip again, gently pulling back, stretching the lip. Her lips moved to his ear- her favorite spot to nibble.
The detective closed his eyes and gripped his wife's hips a little tighter. Her hot breath always served to send heat immediately south. He felt her lips on his stubbled jaw, her tongue adding dizzying sensations.
Linda migrated south, kissing Danny's chest. Her tongue followed the dips and curves of his toned torso, getting more moans to come from his throat. With her warm tongue, she spelled out, LINDA ROSE O'SHEA REAGAN LOVES DANIEL...
Linda furrowed her brow, Fitzgerald... F-i... F-I-T... "how do you spell your middle name?"
"What?" Danny asked breathlessly.
"Your middle name. How do you spell it?"
"Uh... how the hell do you spell it?"
"It's F-I-T-Z..." she smiled at him and bent her head back down. "Great," she mumbled, "I lost my place. Guess I'll have to start over." She shrugged, and incredibly, agonizingly slowly, started over. LINDA ROSE O'SHEA REAGAN LOVES DANIEL FITZGERALD REAGAN.
Danny had no idea in the world where Linda got the idea of spelling things on his chest with her tongue, but wherever she got it, he was glad it existed. He breathed out a relieved sigh when she put her fingers on the band of her underwear.
"Oh, you're not getting off that easy," Linda said against his skin. She raised her eyebrows, realizing what she had said, "actually... you just might."
"You're a mean bitch, you know that?"
The blonde laughed weirdly, then giggled at her husband's confused face.
"What the hell was that?"
"I was mocking your sexy laugh!"
"I don't do that!"
"Yeah, you do!" She smiled widely, showing her teeth, "whenever someone makes an innuendo or something having to do with sex, you laugh this weirdo laugh." She mocked it again, "I can't even do it," she nearly wheezed.
"When have I ever done that?"
"You do it all the time! Now do you wan' me to finish or what?"
"Finish."
"Gladly." Linda picked up where she left off, only to set her head on Danny's torso, giggles coming from her mouth. "I'm sorry, it's just..."
While Linda laughed, Danny shifted positions. His hand moved from him hair, down her back, and to her butt. He ran his hand over her nice ass, then swatted it.
Linda yelped, but still laughed. It was going to be an interesting night...
