Title: He Confused Her (Part 7)

Author: Jen – privateradios (fanfiction and Livejournal – or weisy) – tuesdaymorning (talkCSI)

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Pairing: Danny/Lindsay

Rating: FRT

Summary: And there he stood.
A/N: Enjoy!

Weeks had passed and finally, Lindsay Monroe was off those damn crutches! It had been one hell of a time with them on, learning how to deal with everyday activities and successfully managing to. It had been hard, but she was a tough Montana girl and once the ankle itself was healed and the crutches had been taken away, she was back to her normal everyday self.

And to congratulate herself on this accomplishment, Lindsay decided to head to her apartment and relax for rest of the day. Nothing wrong with that! And so, Miss Monroe made her way home and camped out on her new couch.

There was a knock at her door and Lindsay groaned. She had been only home for at least ten minutes and now there was someone knocking at her door. "I'm coming." Lindsay called as she got up from the couch and walked over towards the front door. She then unlocked all the locks and pulled the door open, ready to come face to face with the person who was interrupting her 'relaxing' time.

And there stood Danny, his eyes meeting hers and though she would have made a sarcastic comment as to why he was there, Danny had moved closer, too close in fact, and his nose bumped against hers. She opened her mouth to protest at his actions and at that opportunity; Danny's lips were on hers, his tongue parting their lips before exploring her mouth. She pressed her hands against his chest to push him back but, he was stronger and he used that to his advantage by forcing them both inside, door closing behind them.

"Danny!" Lindsay said into his mouth as he pushed her up against the wall, fingers dancing across her bare arms.

He bit gently on her lower lip, hands sneaking up and under her t-shirt, flesh against flesh and Lindsay had made a mental note of how warm his hands truly were.

And at this point, Lindsay could have fought him back but with his tongue against hers and his body pressed into hers, she found herself unable to. She instead relaxed into his touch and let his body take control.

It was most definitely out of her nature to let a man take advantage of her like this but she couldn't find herself able to fight back. She instead caught herself giving in and letting her become a victim of his sexual crime.

Danny was pressed up hard against her and Lindsay gasped into his mouth, feeling his hard against her thigh. Surprisingly enough, Lindsay had always imagined with this would feel like with him. How Danny would taste, how Danny would feel and how perfect his body would be with hers.

His tongue danced along hers, taking in all that he could get from her as his hands reached far enough under her shirt that his thumbs hand traced themselves along the edge of her bra.

She felt shivers in anticipation as his lips moved from hers to the bare and exposed part of her neck, gently biting and tracing bite marks with his tongue. She knew that when tomorrow morning came around, she'd have herself one hell of a mark. And a good one in fact.

But then Lindsay began to think about the consequences that would soon follow this whole event and in a way that scared her. He had taken advantage of her weakness and the thought of him doing again was making her have second thoughts. This whole, well, thing felt as if it meant nothing to their relationship at all.

Not that she was hoping to or anything.

Again, she pressed her hands against Danny's chest and this time, she did push him back. "Danny…stop."
He opened his eyes to look at her before she grabbed his arms and pulled them out from under her shirt. The mood now? Totally ruined.

"Danny, you just can't come in and take me like this. Not like your other girlfriends." Lindsay told him, moving herself away from his grip and from the wall. Needed to get away from him. Needed to.

She flattended her shirt and ran a hand through her honey colored hair, her lips still burning from their intense kiss.

Silence had greeted them as Danny watched her from the wall, his tongue wetting his lips as he watched her pace across the room. Danny had come to the conclusion that something was bothering her and it was bothering her very much. Too much maybe.

"I don't know what to think." She finally told Danny, turning to face him. "I mean, yeah, I've wanted to do something like this for a long time but not right now. Wasn't really expecting it. Too early." Lindsay said, her voice dropping at the end of her statement.

He wetted his lips again and gave a small shrug, the only response he could entirely give her.

And that made her mad.

"What?" She asked, her voice rising. "Is that the only answer you can give me? Is that it?"

Danny swallowed hard, slowly becoming nervous as her sudden attack. In order for this not to turn into World War Three, he was going to need to do some serious apologizing and maybe starting now. "Listen, Lindsay –"

"-No," she said, interrupting him, "I think I already got my answer earlier. You don't need to explain anything at all."

He watched her from his position at the wall and sighed. This was not good. No, not at all. "Let me just explain."

She shook her head, strands of honey colored hair falling into her face as she collapsed onto the couch. "No, don't explain. Just go home. I can't even believed I let you take advantage of me like that."
He wanted to argue, wanted her to see and explain why he attacked her like he did when she opened the door but there was no point it doing that now. She wouldn't have listened to him. Finally caving into her request, he silently walked over towards her front door and opened it, ready to leave. As he stepped out, he stole one last look over his shoulder and sighed before shaking his head and closing the door behind him.

Once the door was closed and Lindsay was alone, she threw her head back and stared up at her ceiling, the cracks greeting her with a story of their own. She sighed and to herself, "He confuses me so much" was all that was said.

TBC.