Author's Note: alright, VincesAngelGirl, I'm writing a sequel… but just because I can't resist when a fellow Canadian asks me so nicely.
Danny laughed and considered their position. Lifting his hips a little, which caused both of them to gasp at the sensation, he was able to get his left foot out of the car. Lindsay ducked her head, taking advantage of her position to nibble on his neck, and got her right foot down onto the pavement next to his left. Danny wrapped his arms tight around her as she slid slash rolled off of his lap and out the door. Standing up, he finished the extrication and flashed her a triumphant grin.
"Alright, smart boy. You got us unstuck. Now stop standing there grinning like an idiot and lock the doors so we can get our horny asses upstairs."
"Y'know, Montana… this whole 'take charge' attitude of yours is kinda sexy. Think you can do it more often?"
"I swear to God, Danny, if you don't get into my pants in the next 30 seconds, I'm going to do you on the roof of your car."
"… Holy shit that's hot."
In actuality, it took them more like 90 seconds to get inside the door to her apartment, but she didn't really care that much. As soon as the door slammed, she was on him. She pushed him back against the wood, reaching around him to lock the door and pin him in place.
"There's no escaping me, Messer," she grinned before nibbling his neck again.
"Who's tryin' to escape?" he asked, pulling her blouse out from her trousers.
She started to work on the buttons of his shirt, "I'm just making myself completely clear. If you expected to get out of this apartment without having sex with me, I'm afraid you were grossly mistaken." Giving up, she took the fabric in both hands and ripped it open.
Danny pulled her shirt up and over her head and dropped it on the floor before moving his hands up her back to work on her bra clasp. "Trust me when I say that not having sex with you is the furthest thing from my mind, right now." He started backing her into her apartment, looking around for a horizontal surface to place her on.
Lindsay gave his wifebeater the same treatment he'd just given her blouse and then reached down once more to his fly. Sliding her nimble fingers inside the waistband of his jeans, she tugged him in the direction of her bedroom. "Bed. Now."
Danny nodded his agreement, too distracted by what her fingers were doing to really care where they ended up. He just knew that they needed to end up there soon.
Letting her bra fall on the floor of her hallway, Lindsay pushed Danny's jeans down over his hips as he did the same for hers. They attempted to kiss, walk, and shake off their trousers simultaneously and managed only to get tangled up in clothing and each other.
Neither of them particularly cared when they ended up in a heap on the floor.
Author's Note: what the hell, might as well make this a multi-chapter fic in earnest, right? One more to come… if you'll pardon the pun.