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BTW: did anyone else notice during "Luck Be A Lady" that during the "classroom" scene when Woody asked Jordan whose side she was on, Danny got in the line "Mine!" right before Jordan started talking? I definitely just noticed that as I was watching the ep. again and thought it was hysterical.

Crazy Sexy Beautiful World

Despite the tremendous wait to get into the club, Danny made sure that they took their time and enjoyed a leisurely dinner. He was enjoying Jordan's company way too much to be rushed away from their table. The only thing he could think as he stared across the table at her was that he didn't want her to leave. She was interesting and spirited, smart, beautiful…everything he looked for in a girlfriend. He had found women who met his standards before, but there was something different about Jordan. The more he saw her, the more he wanted to be with her. He didn't like the idea of her going back to Boston…at least, not without him.

People might not expect it of him, but Danny liked to be attached to someone. There was a certain amount of comfort that it brought. As the evening wore on, he only felt more convinced that he was about to play right into Jordan's plans. If she thought that strongly that she could find a relationship with him, who was he to argue?

After nearly two hours, Jordan noticed that some of the people waiting for a table were starting to glare at them. She suggested that maybe they better leave before they ran the risk of being accosted in the parking lot. Danny took her hand to help her out of her seat.

"We don't really have to leave just yet, though," he said, slipping his arm around her waist.

"Whatever do you mean?" Jordan asked jokingly.

"You, me…live band. Bluesy rock music," he said, bringing his mouth down next to her ear. "Enjoy the nightlife a little."

Jordan's skin tingled as his warm breath landed against her jaw line. She actually felt nervous allowing him to pull her out onto the dance floor, her heart speeding up as she realized just how incredibly sexy he was. The sultry lighting in the club didn't hurt, either. Danny wrapped a strong arm around her waist, instinctively drawing her close against his body. Jordan dropped her head onto his shoulder, her face turned in towards the curve of his neck. She closed her eyes and drank in his presence. And for the briefest of moments she thought of how many times she'd shared this with Woody…and she didn't miss it.

Her heartbeat slowed comfortably as she relaxed against Danny, and she smiled proudly to herself at the thought that she had succeeded…she had moved on. She was considering a relationship with another man. A caring, thoughtful, loving man who wanted her. Not some ideal. Her. As if she needed any more proof of her attraction to him, her nerve endings sprang to life as Danny's hand trailed dangerously low down her back. She smiled, biting her lip.

"McCoy, are you trying to seduce me?" she quipped.

"That was the general idea, yeah," he said, chuckling. The sound reverberated through her body. Danny glanced down at her. "Did you know that dancing is considered equivalent to foreplay?"

Jordan bit back a juvenile giggle. Sometimes, she absolutely loved his sense of humor.

"If you think this is getting you off the hook later, you're wrong," she replied.

"Damn it," he swore in mock seriousness before smiling down at her. His dark eyes searched hers. "So you're staying the night this time?"

Jordan gave him the same smile she had when he proposed she take the next plane to Vegas, and backed slowly out of his arms.

"Why don't you find out," she said, raising a suggestive eyebrow. Danny stared after her with an obvious look of want, amused at her teasing. Oh yes, this evening was going to turn out just fine.

Jordan kept frustratingly out of his reach until they reached the door to his high rise apartment. He had had just about enough of that game. When she stepped aside to let him open the door, he simply looked over at her. A few seconds passed before Jordan realized that he was staring at her. She looked up at him with an expression that said 'What are you waiting for?'

She had just enough time to see him glance down at her mouth before his lips found hers, and her world reeled. Two months had done very little to fade the memory of his kiss, and she was not disappointed. Danny backed her up against the door, holding her to him with one arm while the other hand cradled the back of her head, tangling in her dark curls. Jordan moaned softly as his lips toyed with hers, his tongue darting into her mouth and dueling with hers. She slid her hands up his arms and around his neck, pleased beyond belief at the sculpted muscles she felt beneath his work clothes. She felt his body reacting to hers and pressed against him. Danny groaned.

"God, Jordan," he breathed. "We should take this inside."

"Hey, you started it," she smiled, bringing her lips to the skin just below his ear. He tightened his grip on her at her contact.

"Yeah, unfortunately I have a neighbor who wouldn't be so pleased at us getting down to business out in the hall," he said with a hint of disappointment.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the key, unlocking the door and holding it open for Jordan. She reluctantly detached herself from him and walked into his apartment. What she saw made her eyes widen. She had no idea that he lived in such a gorgeous place. It was definitely a bachelor flat, worthy more of Manhattan than Las Vegas.

"Man, I've gotta get a job at a casino," she deadpanned as she heard the door click shut behind her. She felt his hand come to rest on her waist.

"Sounds good to me," Danny whispered in her ear, pressing a kiss against her cheek.

Jordan swallowed at the realization of what he meant. It struck her for the first time that he was serious about this. About them. She had hoped that he would be, at the very least, open to the idea of a relationship. She hadn't quite expected him to fall right into place in her crazy plan.

"You want a drink?" he asked her.

"Um, yeah," she stammered, shaking her head a little to clear her mind.

Danny disappeared into the kitchen, leaving her to look around. She glanced over the living room before walking towards what she assumed was the bedroom. Her jaw dropped a little at the view. Two walls of solid glass. Not bad. She walked over to the windows and stared out into the night sky, practically deprived of stars from the glow of the city.

"Hey, where'd you go?" he called from the other room.

"Back here!" she answered, her eyes never leaving the view.

She turned around when she heard him walk into the room. His coat and tie had vanished, leaving him in his slacks and a white button down shirt.

"Nice view," she commented, barely hiding the double entendre in her voice. He shrugged modestly and handed her a glass of champagne.

"Wasn't really my pick, but who could turn down a place like this?" he said.

"Who indeed," she said almost to herself, taking a sip of the still bubbling drink. She wandered past him and started looking at his CD collection. "Do you mind?" she asked.

"No, play whatever you want," he told her with a smile as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

Truthfully, he just wanted her back in his arms, but he was willing to let her stall for a few minutes. Fortunately, Jordan Cavanaugh was more full of surprises than he would have thought. A few moments browsing, and Jordan found what she was looking for. She put her champagne glass down and popped the Maroon 5 CD into the player. Turning to face Danny with a smile of pure certainty, she hit play and the opening strands of "Secret" escaped from the speakers.

Danny felt his mouth go dry. She was definitely more than he had bargained for. Jordan practically sauntered over to him and stared down into his eyes, taking hold of the collar of his shirt and slowly beginning to unbutton it. He reached up to cup her face as he brought her mouth down to his, losing themselves in each other. Jordan reached his belt line and had to tug the rest of his shirt from beneath his pants to finish what she had started, easily sliding the shirt over his strong shoulders. Once free of the shirt, Danny brought his hands to the hem of her blouse, expertly slipping his fingers underneath the fabric and pulling upwards, sending her hair into a cascade of curls as the shirt went over her head. Returning his hands to her bare skin, causing her to shiver in delight, he slid them up and brushed against her breasts with his thumbs before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her down onto the bed with him. He rolled them over so that she lay beneath him, her arms thrown lazily above her head. Looking down at her, he found pure contentment on her face.

"God, you're beautiful," he murmured, tracing the frame of her face with his fingers. She smiled shyly at his compliment. He almost didn't want to ask his next question, but he had to, for his own conscience. "Are you sure about this?"

"Positive," she said without the slightest hesitation, the look in her eyes reaffirming the sureness in her voice.

Danny paused for only a moment to drink in the willing look on her face before claiming her lips again, letting the music finally lead them to a world they had both wanted to get to for what had seemed like an eternity. There were three little words missing when Jordan called out his name and dug her fingers into his back…but Danny guessed that he would have plenty of time to work on that. And for the first time in weeks, Jordan no longer felt hollow as she drifted into sleep, curled against his side.