*missing scene from the eppy where Danny wants an apartment for night shifts. Forget what that's called... mature content*

Linda chewed her lip as she put her suitcase in the car trunk. It had been a while since she and Danny had spent a dirty weekend in the city. In fact, it had been awhile since they were intimate. She couldn't remember the last time.

"You ready?" Danny asked as he put his bag next to Linda's.

"Yeah."

The car ride to the hotel was quiet, too quiet. Linda sighed and turned on the radio, immediately flipping it over to the CD. She turned the volume up and looked out the window. Danny smiled as Linda's favorite boy band came through the speakers.

A small noise from Danny prompted Linda to half-heartedly ask, "this okay?"

"Yeah. This is okay."

Linda chewed her dinner thoughtfully, lightly swinging her leg. She didn't know what to say to her husband. She wanted him to know she loved so much, but, for some reason, she felt words weren't adequate. That's when an idea dawned on her. She took her foot out of her heel, and started to move her foot up and down Danny's calf.

Danny almost choked on his meal when he felt Linda's foot. He watched her as she looked away, sipping her wine thoughtfully. He had to bite back the curse that nearly spewed out of his mouth when Linda's toes brushed the front of his pants.

Linda teased her husband with her foot until he started shifting very uncomfortably in his seat. She gave him an evil smirk. "You ready to go back to the room?" Her smirk became a wicked grin when all Danny could do was nod.

He payed for the dinner, and led Linda to the elevators. Once inside the elevator, he whispered, "you're gonna pay big time."

Linda bit her lip and swallowed, wondering exactly what that meant.

Danny wasted no time once they got to their room. His lips descended on his wife's hungrily, almost viscously. He let his tongue barely graze over her lips, sending tingles all through her body.

Linda opened her mouth to bite her buzzing lip, but her husband's tongue shot into her mouth. His tongue explored her mouth wildly, slowly pulling her dress zipper down. He slid his hands between the dress fabric and her underwear, letting them rest on her butt.

Linda nearly tore the buttons off his shirt as she furiously popped the small, white buttons out of the holes. She slid his shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

Danny slid the dress straps off Linda's arms, pushing the dress to the floor. He smiled widely when he saw that she wasn't wearing a bra.

"I can't wear a bra, because this dress is—" Linda stopped her explanation when Danny's mouth came down to her breast. She balled her hands into fists as he nipped her nipple. Without losing contact, she was led to the bed, where her husband's body hovered over hers.

Danny's right hand fondled her other breast, while his left hand trailed up and down her side, each time getting closer to her undies. He hooked his finger to the band of the panties, slowly pulling them off her. He left a trail of kisses behind while he pulled her panties down.

Linda moaned his name, gripping the sheets. She gasped when he kissed her inner thigh, so close to where she wanted him to be. He lingered there for a long time before his already tight pants became tighter.

Lips still on his wife's skin, Danny wiggles out of his pants and underwear. He grazed over the one spot that drove Linda nuts.

"Danny..." Linda moaned, the heat in the pit of her stomach intensify. He didn't do what she wanted, smirking when she practically begged him. "Danny..." She whimpered, weakly reaching out her hand.

Danny smirked and obeyed, sliding in two fingers. He smiled when Linda gave a contended moan. He stimulated her with his fingers, mouth, and tongue, making her have a high. He smirked wickedly and went faster, daring another high to come.

Linda convulsed with pleasure, hating and absolutely loving her husband at the same time. She hated how he made her come on the hotel's bed sheets, but loved how he did it.

Without any warning, Danny slid into Linda, repeating the familiar motions. He knew what drove her crazy- going agonizingly slow, then slamming into her always brought beautiful babbles out of her mouth.

"So," Erin asked Sunday dinner, "did you enjoy your weekend?"

Linda and Danny grinned at each other, "oh, yeah."