*mature*
Linda looked out the window, watching the world go by. She chewed her lip, wondering what her husband was thinking. He had been quiet ever since he found her tied to that bedpost. She looked to the detective, his eyes set squarely on the road in front of him. She reached over and took his hand in hers, smiling when he looked at her. "I'm okay, I promise."
"Good," he turned into their driveway, "what do you wanna do?"
"I just want a long, hot bubble bath. Then I want to see the family."
"That can be arranged." He held the door open for her, "you know, we can skip dinner, if you want. Just relax..."
"Danny, I'm okay," she hung up her jacket, "I promise. Just a little shaken, y'know? It's alright. The bath does wonders."
Danny followed her up the stairs and straight to the en-suite. He watched as she started filling the tub with hot water. He watched her as she took off her watch, placing it on the counter.
Linda could feel Danny's stare burning into her, and it took all she had not to snap at him, telling him to stop staring. She kicked off her jeans, and peeled off her shirt. Her underwear came off quickly, and she unclasped her bra with one hand, easily sliding it off and into the hamper. She was about to step into the tub when she heard Danny's "hold it."
Danny lightly touched the bruise that had formed on her shoulder blade. He searched her back for any more cuts or bruises, then turned her around. His hands roamed her body, finding every little cut and bruise imaginable. He heard the gasp come from his wife's lips as he skimmed his thumbs beneath her breasts. She bit her lip, closing her eyes, and that's when Danny had an idea.
Linda felt the detective's hands push her breasts up and together, giving the nipples a hard pinch. His hands quickly moved to her torso, trailing her rib cage, then to her hips. His thumbs brushed her hips, before his hands slid down to her butt. He squeezed it, getting a moan out of his wife.
"No more scrapes or bruises?"
"No... I wanna... wanna thank you for... finding me." Before Danny could say anything, Linda grabbed him by the tie, forcing her lips onto his. She pulled his shirt out of his pants, then quickly and easily removed his belt. She pushed his pants and underwear down in one swift move. "You know... that tub's pretty big."
Danny smiled and kissed his wife, so happy she only had a few scrapes and bruises.
Linda let out a little scream as Danny's hips made contact with hers. She gripped his shoulders as he thrust into her, harder and harder each time. "Tell me... a-again... babe."
"You're... a- a vixen. A- a complete... vixen," he mumbled into her neck.
"Yes," Linda breathed, "Danny..."
His lips moved to her ear, talking dirty to her, something he had discovered about her about the time they found out they were pregnant with Sean.
"Ohh... D- Danny." The blonde arched her back, digging her nails deeper into Danny's biceps.
Danny grinned, so happy that he had the love of his life in his arms again- right where she belonged.
