This one has smut and is longer, and was inspired by the same person who inspired this book!*
Linda sighed mentally as she watched her husband eat. It had been a tough two weeks for him. He had been working a case relentlessly, always coming up empty. It was a case where an ex-cop went psycho, kidnapped his wife, kid, and grandkids. Danny had tried so hard to negotiate with him, but had lost in the end. The ex-cop had killed himself, his wife, his kid, and grandkid.
Linda knew cases like that always dug down into her husband's skin. She knew he was always a little bit agitated and jumpy after cases like these. She looked down at her hand when he squeezed it tighter.
Linda smiled and leaned over. She planted a kiss on his cheek.
Danny offered her a sort of sad, but loving, smile. He squeezed her hand tighter.
After the kids had retreated to their rooms to finish last minute homework, Danny poured himself some whiskey and retreated to the basement to work out his frustrations.
Linda followed him about thirty minutes later, claiming she was doing laundry. She folded the clean clothes, and watched her husband hit the punching bag over and over again. She knew that he wasn't seeing a punching bag in front of him- he was seeing all the lost cases, all the men and women who had outsmarted him.
Linda couldn't help her eyes as they followed Danny's muscles- his shirt long since discarded. Her eyes followed his right arm as he hit the punching bag. She lustfully stared at him, biting her lip, as she scooted to the edge of the chair.
Linda's breath caught in her throat, causing an audible gasp, when Danny took his gloves off.
"I thought you were doing laundry?" He asked, his chest rising and falling.
"Dryer's still running..." Linda watched him as he drank the last of the whiskey, her eyes glued to his glistening chest.
Danny smirked as he saw his wife staring. "Wanna try?"
"Huh?" She snapped back to attention.
"Wanna try?" He repeated, pointing to her gloves. After she had gotten shot, Danny insisted she take self defense classes. He was teaching her a little extra defense at home.
Linda nodded, swallowing the lustful lump in her throat.
As she tugged on her gloves, Danny said, "if you get five in the center, you'll get a kiss."
Linda's lips curled into a smile. "You'll kiss me even if I miss!" But she hit the bag, dead center, five times. "My kiss?"
Danny smiled and pulled her closer. He kissed her lips, wanting her. Wanting to forget all those lost cases, all those people who outsmarted him.
Linda tore off her gloves as Danny deepened the kiss. She needed to feel him under her fingers. She gripped onto his shoulders as his tongue went wild inside her mouth. She ran her nails up and down his back, leaving tiny red lines behind. She tilted her head back as Danny's lips rapidly touched her neck.
Danny quickly pulled Linda's thin pajama shirt off and threw it to the floor. She moaned loudly as Danny worked his magic. He couldn't take it anymore- he had to feel his wife. His hand slipped down into her pajama pants and quickly into his wife.
Linda's moans filled the air as Danny smirked. He moved up to her lips, his tongue and fingers working together. With his other hand, he pushed her shorts and his sweatpants down to the floor. He backed up Linda to the first sturdy object he could find.
Another moan escaped her lips as she felt the vibrating dryer behind her. Still lip-locked, the couple pushed down their underwear, hungry for each other.
Linda and Danny's moans drowned out the laundry machine as they went faster and faster. Linda reached her peak one after the other.
She and Danny collapsed on the small couch, tired and spent. Her head was on his chest as she listened to his rapid heartbeat.
Kissing her head, Danny whispered, "thank you."
Linda wasn't sure why he was thanking her. He never thanked her after sex before. "Why?" She looked at him, laying a hand over his heart.
"For being a wonderful wife who is always there for me when I need her."
Linda smiled and kissed his lips. "I'll always be here for you. Don't you ever forget that."
"I won't." He kissed her again, hugging her tight.
After a comfortable, loving silence, Linda spoke up, "I suppose we should head upstairs."
"We could sleep down here." Danny shrugged.
"Yeah, and how embarrassing would it be to have the kids find us down here, me lying on you, completely naked? Remember when Sean nearly caught us?"
Danny chuckled, "you're right. We'd better head upstairs."
Linda pushed herself off Danny and tugged on her shorts and top, forgetting her underwear on the floor. Danny pulled on his pants, also forgetting his underwear.
The happy couple walked upstairs together, hand in hand.
