Aimless

Disclaimer: Don't own anything.

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Danny/Flack

Part 2: Heaven and Hell

I was really quiet as he slowly began to stir. It wasn't as if I could pretend to hide when he woke up, but my body stilled by itself, frozen in time, waiting for attack or recognition from the warmth exuding from his frame. He was on his stomach, luxuriously spread over the bed, limbs nude and barely covered by the dark blue sheets. I stared him down and then rolled over searching for my boxers, my mission proved successful but as soon as I rose from the bed, his hand grasped my wrist. My body froze again.

"Don't leave."

I turned around, looking lost and very much disoriented. I figured he wouldn't want to speak to me ever again aside from necessary work dialogue. Goose bumps spread through my body as his hand traveled to my back, fingertips lightly caressing my feverish skin, I thought twice of recoiling, however it felt too good to fall away from responsibility and repercussion and just let his hands lull me into another mind numbing orgasm.

"I thought you'd be strangling me by now."

I admitted, and finally decided to turn around, facing the gorgeous blue-eyed seducer with much anxiety and slowly disintegrating willpower. His hand messages my collarbone, slowly making its way down to my chest, caressing with softness and deliberation.

Flack smiled, his eyes deepening and lashes protecting their mischief. His fingers circled my nipple and I leaned in, the touch so feather light I thought I was imagining such a good morning. He lulled me perfectly back to bed, his other hand emerging from under the midnight canopy and going back down again, circling my happy trail.

"How could I possibly let you go?" He asked seductively, but I could no longer be attached to this reality, my mind had slipped away into an abyss of passion and at the same time distraught, because I knew his words were empty, spur of the moment, and lust filled.

I closed my eyes, allowing him to take control of my body completely. My spirit seemed to agree with my physical state, and though I cannot describe the things I was feeling at that moment, passion and love could only be the tip of the iceberg. It was then that I realized how deep I'd fallen and how mindless I have been. Flack might have painted on a picture of perfection and toughness. His passion for the right of law was always with him, and yet I knew that he was a greater manipulator than I could ever be or anyone for that matter.

His magnetic cobalt gaze, paired with that lithe but masculine body, and the intelligence hidden behind his actions were all indicators of the kind of man he was and the kind of pain he can inflict on me, and even as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear I knew eventually he'd be the wounded one again and I would have to be the guilt ridden participator.

Sometime later when a couple rain clouds gave up and the sun poked through the horizon of New York City I left my bed and walked into the kitchen. It was 7 in the morning, I changed the filter in my coffee machine and settled on waiting a couple minutes for a cup of heaven, rather than succumbing to my need for shut eye and retrieving to my simultaneous heaven and hell.

No farther had my thoughts gone, was I interrupted,

"We have work today." His lean body sliding against the doorframe, his tussled dark hair and three days worth of stubble all left me slightly weaker than when I first entered the kitchen half rested.

"Wanna play hooky?"

I let myself believe for a second that I either one of us-workaholics-could allow ourselves the luxury of blowing away a day of responsibility for another round of meaningless sex.

"As appealing as it sounds, I'll have to take a rain check." I leaned up to get another mug out of the cupboard, and felt his hand suddenly on my hip, in a possessive way almost.

"A rain check would be actually doing it some other time. Just admit you have a problem and we'll try to work through it together."

I stopped preparing coffee for a moment, feeling extremely lightheaded from the last word he spoke.

Together.

Ah, what a crock of shit.

TBC…