Soft lips press a kiss to the corner of my mouth and then continue under my chin and down my throat. Hot swipe of a tongue along my collarbone and that feels so good. I can't quite bite back a groan and it makes the hovering presence above me chuckle softly. I don't need to open my eyes to know that he's smirking, laughing inwardly, the glee of being able to get to me like this making his eyes sparkle along with their usual mischievousness.

I crack one eye open and watch Danny lower his head again, ducking down to nip at my neck, oh shit, he's better not leave too big of a mark. If Aiden would happen to notice, it's all be over, we'd never hear the end of it. Danny soothes the sting caused by his teeth with his too hot tongue. I need more, and when I move to try and kiss him, he just shifts out of the way. He shakes his head before smiling that hungry way (like yesterday in the lab, which I think might be my favorite Danny smile now) and I can only guess at what's going on inside his head. It should scare me that I trust him this much that I'm not afraid at all about what he's thinking, but after last night's epiphany, I'm thinking that I'd trust Danny with my life, so this is nothing. Well, not nothing. This is great. Beyond great.

Danny turns my chin to the side and begins to suck on the side of my jaw and if I was concerned about a hickey before, I definitely should be worried now. I open my eyes (didn't even know they were closed) and the first thing I focus on is the clock on the beside table.

"Jesus shit!" I sit up, throwing Danny off me and almost off the bed. "It's 9! Shit, we've gotta go interview the widow and get back to the city." And it should concern me that I'm selecting work over sex because that's really not like me. And the look Danny's giving me says the same thing.

He peers up at me (more like squints because he still doesn't have his glasses on), and licks his lips. "We have time--"

I flop back into the bed. "Danny, look. I really want to get back into the city. Mainly because I don't want Mac to get suspicious and/or kill us. Plus," I add, "these beds aren't the most comfy. Rather continue this someplace more... comfortable."

I know Danny knows I'm right (but does he have to look so disappointed?). He also knows that I'd really rather stay in bed all day with him, but we have to shower and talk to the widow and get back to the city and find out who killed this kid. Sex, unfortunately, has to wait.

Unless we can manage to multi-task. Sex and shower at the same time. And really, why didn't I think of that earlier?

I grin at the thought and it's really not that far-fetched. Danny's looking at me expectantly, wondering why I'm smiling all of the sudden. I climb out of bed and hold out a hand to help Danny up. I'm thinking he'll think my plan will work.