AN Honestly I wish I could focus on one thing at a time, but this thing is just writing itself…I hope you like it.
"I don't beg Lindsay, take it or leave it, this invite isn't happening again."
Her arm reacted before she could stop it. She grabbed the door before it closed and stepped into the building after him. He smiled at her, "Good choice," He started walking toward the elevator, "I hate drinking alone."
Without even thinking she looked around his apartment as he threw his keys onto a table beside the door and headed into the kitchen to get some shot glasses. He came out and eyed her, "Let's play a drinking game." He suggested.
She shed her coat and followed him into the living room. There was a couch and a recliner in front of a modest coffee table. The back of her mind told her to sit in the recliner and refuse to play the game, it was safer. The rest of her, however, plopped down on the couch and looked up at him, "Ever play truth or dare?"
He laughed, "In college," He poured them each a shot, "I always got the weirdest dares." He handed her a glass.
She took it and smiled, "Then let's make this interesting," She shot back the drink, "Just make it truth."
His eyes ran over her before he followed her and shot back his drink, "You sure you want truth?"
She ran her tongue over her bottom lip and regarded him, "Amongst other things." She said boldly.
He burst out laughing, "Implying you want something else?" He threw his arm up on the back of the couch; his fingers touch her shoulder so he leaned forward a bit and topped up her glass.
She dodged the question and held her glass up, "So the rules; answer the question or take a shot."
He nodded, "Okay, also, you only get one question per round."
"Fine, and if the other person answers the asker takes a shot." She said, "You start."
He raised his eyebrows and licked his lips, "So basically we take a shot each round?"
"Yup," She nodded, "Okay I answered shoot it."
"Oh now that isn't fair!" He protested.
She pointed a finger at him, "Only one question, you asked, I answered," She leaned forward, "Shoot it."
He smirked and shot back the liquid, "Fine, your turn." He filled his glass.
She looked at him, "What's the connection between a Sonny Sassone and you?"
His eyes shot up wide, "Damn, you shoot for the jugular, uh…" He thought for a moment, "I knew him back in the day."
"That's it?" She asked.
He smirked, "That's two questions," He leaned forward, "Shoot it babe."
She smiled and shot it back, "Touché."
"What's the worst scene you've ever been to?"
Lindsay thought for a moment although it was taking a bit longer as the alcohol started to make its way through her system, "A massacre, more blood then I ever thought I could stomach, I couldn't get the look or the smell out of my head for months." She got lost in the thought for a moment.
Already Danny could tell that they were both going to be evasive with details in this game so he shot back his drink without prying, although the look in her eye made him want to know more.
Breaking her reverie she eyed him again, "Who's Cindy?"
"What's it to you?" He shot at her before he could stop himself.
"You can't answer with a question!" She protested.
"You answer me and I'll answer you, we both take a shot and the rules are covered." He offered.
"She showed up at the lab looking for you the other day," Lindsay said looking down at her glass, "Said she was your girlfriend."
He chuckled, "She was at one point," He put his hand on her arm, "If it matters at all she hasn't been since before Christmas." He raised his glass to her.
She smiled and tapped her glass next to his then shot it back with him. "So who's turn is it?"
"I guess it's yours again." He poured them more and tried not to spill, his coordination already affected by the strong liquid.
"Why'd you bug me so much when I first got here?"
"Cause you were new," He said with a shrug, "And honestly, friggin' cute."
She blushed and shot back her drink, "Thanks, I think."
Somehow in all the leaning forward they had managed to meet somewhere in the middle of the couch, the hand that had barely been able to touch her shoulder earlier could have reached up and run fingers through her hair. He smiled and topped her up, "It was a compliment. Who took you to the opera?"
It took her a moment to register what he was saying then she smiled, "I clean up nice." She said then gasped and put a free hand to her mouth. She was kind of disoriented at this point and wasn't sure if she'd said that out loud.
His smiled got wider and he chuckled, "Yeah you do, that didn't answer my question." He let that hand have its way and fingered some of her hair, "Although I gotta say it tickles me that you remembered I said that."
"My uncle Fred," She said in answer to his question, "I haven't been here long enough to get a date."
"You could have had a date the first day you started." He said with a wink as he shot back his drink.
She opted not to comment on that because it was taking longer for her to comprehend his words she was so fascinated with his lips, "Why'd you invite me in?" She asked quietly.
He regarded her then put his empty glass on the table. He gently took her glass out of her hand and shot the liquid back then got closer, "Why'd you come in?" He asked back as he brushed her hair out of her face.
She stared at him, not really sure what the right answer was, totally not caring that they didn't seem to be playing the game any more. "You're fascinating." She finally said.
He smiled, "Because I really don't like to drink alone." He said in answer to her question then got precariously close to her lips, "And you're fantastic company."
If she had been a hell of a lot more sober she would have thought through the repercussions of what they were doing. But she wasn't even close and didn't care at this point. This scenario had made its way through her conscious and subconscious since Danny had spoke to her that first day. Finally reciprocating she put her both of her hands on his chest, "Have we stopped the game?" She asked against his mouth.
He shifted his weight so she could get closer to him and was wondering if it was the alcohol that was making every touch under her fingers tingle. "Let's play a new one." He whispered.
She just nodded and forced herself to wait for him to make the final move although for all intents and purposes the move had been made.
AN Yeah I'd hate me if I were you...but in spite of that you still wanna review right? ;)