"So how are we doing?" Danny wondered, walking up to his wife, who had a wine glass in her hand.
"You tell me." She sort of grumped.
"I never stepped out of bounds, Linda. I ain't that guy."
"I know." The blonde looked down, a little ashamed.
"Do you?"
"Of course. Just... I know the Danny Reagan from when we first met. Running around the city all hours of the night... More girlfriends than I had shoes."
"But when we got our thing going, I never looked back, did I?"
"No. But... sometimes I wonder. Maybe you miss it?" She smirked a little, "I mean, it sure is more exciting than sleepy Staten Island with me and the boys."
"Says who?"
"You mean that?" Linda smiled a little bit.
"Yeah, I do."
"I love you."
"I love you." They shared a kiss, but Linda couldn't help wondering one thing...
They had parted, locked up the house, and headed to bed- much to Danny's dismay. Linda quietly got dressed for bed, her question still on her mind.
Danny frowned when he saw Linda curled up, her back away from him. He sat down on the bed, "something wrong?"
"Just tired." She lied, trying not to dwell on her unasked question.
"Linda..." he lightly chided, knowing there was more on her mind.
"It's just..." she sighed and sat up. Shaking her head, she said, "never mind."
"Linda, what's wrong?"
"Nothing. Forget it."
"Fine. Don't tell me." In a very bad German accent, the detective said, "we have wayz of making you talk." He tickled her middle, bringing out her infectious laughter.
"Okay! Okay! I'll tell you." She fixed her hair, sighing. "Do- do you think I'm hot?"
"What?"
"Hot! Do you... think I'm... hot?"
"You're beautiful."
"That's not what I asked!"
"Linda-"
"I knew you didn't think I was hot. I'm just... a frumpy... old... person!" She threw the covers off and walked to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
Danny frowned and followed her. He stood in the bathroom doorway and looked at her as she examined herself in the mirror. He watched as she sighed and looked down, obviously hating her reflection. He walked up next to her, grabbed her arm, and turned her towards him, crashing his lips onto hers.
Linda's eyes widened with surprise, but gave into the kiss quickly. She barely heard Danny say her name.
"Linda?"
"Mmmyeah?" Her eyes were still closed, swaying a little.
"You're very hot. And I'm gonna prove it."
"... what?"
Danny easily picked her up, her legs immediately wrapping around him. His tongue penetrated her lips, fighting for dominance in her mouth. He walked the few steps to the counter, and set Linda down. Rubbing her bare thighs, he started kissing her neck, working his hands up to beneath the T-shirt she wore.
The cool counter always felt so good on her skin, lighting up her nerves as Danny suckled her collarbone. She gripped his T-shirt, tipping her head back, knowing he was leaving multiple marks. The cold air prickled her skin with goose bumps as her shirt was lifted over her head.
Danny dropped Linda's shirt, stepping back a little so she could discard his shirt.
She rested her hands on his chest as she kissed his jawline. She slid her hands to the hem of his shirt and easily pulled it over his head, dropping it next to her shirt. She suddenly stopped, looking at her neatly trimmed nails resting on his chest.
Danny cocked his head, studying his wife. She's sitting there, half naked, just staring. Why? "Linda? What's the matter?"
"I don't know." The blonde shook her curls slightly, "it's just... it doesn't feel right."
"Doesn't feel right?" He repeated, completely dumbfounded. "Why the hell not?"
"I don't know." She slid off the counter, "I'm sorry. I know you wanted this but-" she picked up her shirt and walked to the door. Don't look back, don't look back... she could feel the confused stare burn her back, making her feel guilty. She looked over her shoulder, hell. Before she knew it, her arms were around her husband, her lips crushing his.
The force of her kiss and the sheer surprise made Danny step back and into the counter. Her hands were hot on his face as her firm tongue fought for dominance. The bathroom quickly filled with the sounds of hot and heavy kissing, the rest of their clothes soon discarded.
The floor was hard and cold, but, at the moment, neither of them cared. It had been awhile since they had had a night of passion like this, and, as they were cleaning up, they hoped to be doing it more regularly.
