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The Second Dance
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Danny's hands had absentmindedly been tracing circles on my bare back, and I had been lulled into a peaceful state by them. Suddenly, I felt his hands tilting my head up to face his.
"That first time, our first dance, it started everything about us. I was so nervous, that you'd laugh in my face, and walk out on me. Then go and do that girl thing with Stella where you tell her about how awkward it would be around the labs with you and I working together." Danny began to ramble, signaling that nothing would stop him.
"But you'd winked at me the next day, and I knew everything had meant the same to you as it had to me. That the feeling I had, they were reciprocated, even if I wasn't sure they were exactly mutual. You made me so nervous Montana." He said, leaning down to my ear and whispering "You still do."
I giggled against his chest as Danny continued.
"But the second, our second dance… that was so much more." He said, as I leant up and kissed the side of his lips.
"Yeah,' I agreed softly 'yeah it was."
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We'd been on the rooftop of Danny's apartment building. The brilliant sun was setting in the distance; it was a rare night where the New York sky actually had stars. Add the stars to the lights of a thousand buildings that danced across the skyline, and the night, it had been magical.
Danny had made us a home cooked dinner. It was almost like our first proper date. Three weeks after the dancing incident, we'd finally managed to get around to it.
For hours we'd laughed and joked together in the mid summer heat, lost in our own little world, until a crack of thunder jolted us back into reality.
"Looks like a storm is coming." Danny had commented, and I'd laughed, replying "Not that I couldn't tell that for myself."
Neither of us had wanted the enchanted night to end, so we'd stayed on the rooftop until it was too late. The downpour had hit us suddenly; the only forewarning was that lone jolt of thunder. In the midst of running around, trying to salvage anything I could get my hands on, I had turned to see Danny smiling up into the rain.
Walking slowly over to him, he'd turned and pulled me close, speaking loudly into my ear, so to be heard over the rain and the wind.
"Dance with me Montana." He whispered as he pulled me close, wrapping my arms around his neck and them wrapping his own arms around my waist.
"But there's no music" I whispered a little timidly, unsure of where this whole situation was heading.
He laughed gently, before taking one of my hands in his own and kissing it gently.
"Sure there is. You're too literal Montana. Just listen."
Resting my head on his chest, I closed my eyes and tried to ignore how wonderful I felt having my body pressed up against his. Tried to ignore how my heart was pounding in my chest, and the shivers that were running over my body wherever Danny touched.
Instead, I focused on Danny's steady heartbeat, how it felt against my head. The rhythmic beating of the rain all around us. I focused on how right this felt, despite the fact we were dancing in the pouring rain. I focused on how I got butterflies in my stomach every time Danny said 'Montana' in his thick accent.
I smiled into is chest, then felt Danny move away slightly, and yell "What?" over the rain.
"You give me butterflies." I screamed happily up at him.
He'd looked at me strangely, before he broke out into a huge grin, and scooped me up in his arms and twirled me around and around in circles. Finally, he'd placed me down and immediately connected his lips to my own.
This kiss had been more urgent than our first. Danny had gripped my hips and pulled me against him, smiling into the kiss as he pulled away, leaving me wanting even more of his delectable mouth.
It was my turn to yell "What?" over the rain, as Danny grinned down at me.
I caught "You give me butterflies too" before his lips came crashing down on mine, and all rational thought was thrown out the window.
Honestly, who needs rational thought when they are making out with Danny Messer on a rooftop in the midst of one of the best summer storms we'd been offered in New York City?
I tangled my hands in his hair, half of which was matted to his forehead because of the rain. One of his arms stayed wrapped around my waist, the other held my head, pushing wet strands of my hair back behind my ear, and pulling me closer to him, as if any space between us was unbearable for him.
Danny moved his hips against mine, eliciting a groan from my lips.
"You're doing it again Montana" Danny groaned into my mouth, and I could only just hear it above the rain.
"What?"
"Making me not want to stop." He replied into my ear, then kissing down my neck as I arched into him.
"What makes you think…" I said, gasping as he sucked on a tender spot "That I want you to stop?"
Danny pulled his lips away from my neck and looked down into my eyes. In his eyes saw lust and desire, and I knew I felt it too.
"You saying you wanna continue this Montana?" Danny said gruffly.
"I think you know what I'm saying Danny." I replied, wrapping my arms tighter around his neck "You of all people know I'm not one to bullshit anyone."
"Something you've made fairly clear Montana." Danny growled as he picked me up quickly and ran towards the stairs down to his apartment.
I smiled into Danny's firm chest, at his eagerness, his happiness, his excitement. He was like a kid on Christmas.
And all it took was a little dance in a summer storm.
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AN: Hope you enjoyed part two.