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Chapter 14

Lindsay woke up, and blinked several times. The apartment was dark, light was filtering the windows from the moon that had risen high into the sky. She suddenly became aware of the warmth coming from behind her, the arm around her waist, and the blanket covering them both.

Danny, she thought, and was surprised to realize how comforting that thought was. She settled into a slightly more comfortable spot against Danny, who in turn shift slightly in his sleep, moving his hand so that it rested directly against Lindsay's abdomen. Lindsay tensed slightly, she wasn't used to Danny touching her so intimately. Kissing was one thing, but touching…Lindsay relaxed, realizing how much she liked his touch. His hand was soft, which was surprising to Lindsay, she thought that they would be rough, seeing as how they wore latex gloves for most of the day. Lindsay's stomach growled loudly, she hadn't eaten anything since Danny had brought over brunch that morning.

"Hey, Sleeping Beauty…" came a sleepy voice from behind her, "I heard that."

"Heard what exactly?" Lindsay said as she rolled over to face him.

"I heard that you were hungry," said Danny, he hadn't even opened his eyes but he could tell that she was smiling, "Would you like me to make dinner or would you like to cook?"

Lindsay stretched beside him; he felt her shirt rise a little bit, uncovering his hand. She held that position for a few minutes, then returned to her old position, cuddled into him.

"What would you make me? Do you make food half as good as your uncle?" Lindsay asked teasingly.

"Who do you think taught me to cook?" Danny smiled, opening his eyes to look at her. I could get used to think, he thought to himself. "And what I make depends on what you would like and what you have in your kitchen."

Lindsay stared at him for a minute. She couldn't help but think to herself just how right this felt, laying down her in his arms, discussing food options. She closed the gap between them, bringing her lips to his, kissing him deeply.

She felt him pull her body closer to his. Her free hand soon found its way up into Danny's hair. She loved way his hair felt, soft and spiky all at the same time, as she ran her hand through it.

One of Danny's hands was rubbing her back gently, while the other hand pulled her left leg up over his so that he could rub the back of her thigh and pull her closer all at the same time. Lindsay moaned softly, and Danny found it incredibly sexy. He moved from her lips down to the spot right behind her ear. He placed small kissed there, trying to elicit another moan from her. He was successful. He moved from there down her neck, to a spot between her collarbone and her neck. His hand move from her thigh back to her stomach and was inching ever upwards.

Lindsay was enjoying the feel of his skin against hers, getting lost in the moment, when the phone rang.

"Leave it," Danny half growled, "You're not on call and it's not my phone." He then intensified his barrage of kisses on her, but was disappointed when he felt her move away.

"Danny," she said sadly, "I have to get it, it could be important."

Lindsay moved far enough to pick up the phone, before sinking back into the warmth of Danny and the blanket.

"Hello?" Lindsay said.

No answer.

"Hello?" Lindsay said again, this time looking at Danny.

Still, no answer came from the other end, but Lindsay could hear something like breathing.

"Look, I think you have the wrong number." Lindsay said finally into the receiver and hung up.

"No answer." She said to Danny, "Now where were we?"

Lindsay leaned back into kiss him, tracing his lips with her tongue before deepening the kiss. Danny's stomach grumbled. Lindsay pulled back and giggled slightly. She saw a hint of color rise in Danny's cheeks.

"Guess that means it really is time for dinner." Lindsay said smiling, as she pulled the blanket off of them. She stood up, and tried to help Danny up, who succeeding in pulling her back down on top of him.

"Danny…" she said as his lips met hers and his stomach growled again.

"Ok, ok" said Danny, doing his best pout and puppy dog eyes.

They got up off the couch and padded into the kitchen area. Lindsay started to open cupboards and pull ingredients out. Danny opened the freezer and pulled out some chicken.

"Do you have any spaghetti or angel hair pasta?" Danny asked as he started to thaw the chicken.

"Um..." Lindsay opened another cupboard, pulled out a box of angel hair pasta and handed it to him.

Danny in turn pulled Lindsay close to him and nuzzled his face in her neck, kissing and nipping gently at her skin. Lindsay moaned softly, he was turning her on so much. Danny started to whisper in her ear,

"Why don't you go take a nice long, hot, relaxing shower and when you get out I will have a fabulous dinner waiting."

His voice sent shivers down her spine.

"Ok" was her response. She was amazed that she could string that word together. As she walked out of the kitchen, she was feeling a little braver, "Same you can't join me…" and she disappeared from view.

Damn, Danny thought. If his stomach hadn't been rumbling constantly since they got off the couch, he may have taken her up on that offer. He heard the water start in the bathroom, and he figured that he have just over a half an hour to get dinner on the table. So for now, he'd have to think of very manly things to get him through, then maybe…

Lindsay stepped into the steamy shower and stood underneath it, enjoying the feeling of the water pelting on her skin. She didn't realize how tense she was, even with all of Danny's attention, until now. Danny had been right, the shooting range had taken a lot out of her today, but it had also taught her several things. Things like she was stronger than she thought she was, that she could now protect herself if she had to, but most importantly, that she wasn't like those people who murdered her grandmother, and that she could never be.

She washed her hair, and stood underneath the shower head, letting the water massage her scalp while it rinsed all the soap out of her hair. She thought of the nap that she had with Danny on the couch, how waking up with him next to her felt so comfortable and so right. She wasn't kidding when she teased Danny about joining her, even though she did kind of feel like it was a bit soon to take that intimate step. They had only been dating for what, 2 days? Lindsay applied crème rinse to her hair and worked it into her hair. She washed herself while she let the conditioner condition her hair, and then rinsed completely off.

She turned the shower off, and opened the curtain. She reached for her robe and realized that it wasn't there. She had left it in her bedroom this morning after she had taken her shower. She couldn't believe how long ago that felt. She stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel, and wrapped it around herself. It covered her, mostly, she thought looking in the mirror. She wanted to leave something to Danny's imagination, adding the afterthought of until the time was right.

She opened the door and stepped out into the cool hallway. She crept towards the kitchen where she could hear Danny humming. She stood in the entryway to the kitchen and watched him for a minute. He was stirring something on the stove and then he turned around and dropped the spoon he was holding.

"Wha--" Danny said, as he bent to pick up the spoon, "Is everything ok?" He could hardly believe that she was just standing there, in a towel. A small towel. He could see exactly how creamy her skin was and how her chest rose and fell with each breath she took.

"Yes," Lindsay answered him, "I just wanted to see what smelled so good." She said as she turned slowly, excruciatingly slowly, and headed towards her bedroom.

Danny exhaled slowly, all the calming down that he had done while cooking dinner had gone out the window and he was once again, riled and needing. He began to plate their dinner, setting it on the table and lighting the two stick candles that she had there.

Lindsay came out of her bedroom wearing silky boxer like pajama bottoms and a silky camisole top.

"Danny this looks so good" Lindsay said as she sat down when Danny pulled out her chair, "And look at you all gentlemanly like."

Danny sat down next to her and handed her a napkin. They started eating and chatting about various things. Danny was slowly opening up to her, and letting her know more about his life and that made Lindsay feel honored. She knew he was not the open book kind of person.

Danny set his fork down and took a drink. He looked her deep in the eyes and leaned over to kiss her gently; he took her hand.

"Lindsay," he started, "Can I ask you something that may be a little personal?"

Lindsay was a little startled at this question, she didn't know what to expect.

"Sure, Danny," Lindsay answered honestly, "Anything."

"What do you dream about?" It was a question that he had been wanting to ask her since this morning. He wanted to know what had her so scared in her dreams.

"What do you mean Danny?" she said, she wanted to know where he was going with this before she answered. She didn't want to just blurt out that she had been dreaming about him since she first met him and he told her to call Mac sir.

"You talk in your sleep." He said cautiously, "and last night and today, you acted like you were having a nightmare."

"Oh" said Lindsay, avoiding his gaze, "that."

There was silence for a few minutes. Danny kept looking at her softly, hoping to coax it out of her.

"They're just dreams Danny," She said finally, "they don't mean anything, just my conscious working overtime."

Danny let it go for now, so that they could enjoy the rest of their dinner. Afterwards, they both curled up on the couch to watch a movie, and before they knew it they were both sleeping again.

Danny was awoken by the sounds of Lindsay crying out yet again in her sleep,

"Stop – Make it Stop" Lindsay said softly.

Danny hugged her closer to him and whispered calming words in her ear. Please let me in Lindsay, he thought, Please let me in.