WARNING: Adult content… sexual stuff… beware. Don't say I didn't warn you, but you DLers will like it.

Love and Showers

The water was cool and comfortable as it hit Lindsay's sticky skin. She felt herself sink to the floor of the shower as the water ran down her back and pooled around her toes. She didn't hear the bathroom door open, but she did hear his voice.

"Hey, Lindsay… umm…" Danny was standing not 5 inches from her on the other side of the thin curtain.

She held her breath for a long moment as the silence thickened.

He took her silence his way and she heard him slip his pants off.

She fought the smile that started to spread across her lips as she stood. Before she knew it, Danny was up against her his breath hot on her now cool skin.

"I figured I could join you."

She smiled and kissed him. "You're bold, ya know that?"

"Yeah, well… you didn't say no, and it's fucking hot out there."

"It's getting hot in here." She giggled at the pun. "Damn, Danny. Just do it."

He'd never received an invitation like that before and he took it for all it was worth. He pressed himself against her and she slid her arms around his neck. He lifted her slightly off the floor as he put himself inside of her.

It seemed to surprise her, cause she lurched in his arms. She pulled at his hair trying to remain silent. For what reason, he didn't know, but she seemed to feel better that way. However, he wanted to hear her.

He pushed harder and further and she put her feet on the ledge of the tub, still quiet.

She was difficult. He stopped for a moment to get a firm hold on her hips. That's when she gasped. A tiny, small sound, but a start. He thrust hard inside her and stopped again. She moaned. She was twisted.

"Think I like you Montana."

She whispered in his ear. "I… I've only done this once."

He grinned wide. "Well… I'm a pro." He brought her down to lie on the floor of the tub. Gently, he spread her legs apart with one hand as he let his fingers slide across her stomach and along her breasts.

She moaned again, this time lifting herself to him, wanting him to come back inside her. "Oh Danny!" She gasped loudly eliciting a smile from him as he put his whole weight onto her.

Don slid the small plastic key card into the door, opening it for his wife and their sleeping daughter. The fans were all on and there were two sandwiches placed on the table with a note from the delivery boy: "I didn't want to disturb you… enjoy your sandwiches… I hope they're not bad by the time you get out." A happy face was drawn next to the name.

"Disturb…?" Stella eyed the closed bathroom door warily as Don fished the sweaty shirt from the bed.

"Umm… Should we leave or listen?" Don asked with a raised eyebrow.

Stella glared at him as she tucked the sheets around Jordan. She kissed her softly and took Don's hand. She tiptoed to the bathroom door, pulling him with her. She strategically placed a hand and her ear against the cool wooden door.

She heard more than she planned on hearing. A moan, grunts, splashes, panting. Far too much information for her, but Don seemed to be enjoying himself. She playfully smacked him and than cupped her hand across his mouth to keep him quiet.

Silence ensued on both ends of the door. Don couldn't resist. "Sorry!" He yelled.

He and Stella collapsed in fits of laughter on the floor.

It wasn't long before Danny and Lindsay both stumbled out of the bathroom. Lindsay was flushed with an embarrassed red, but Danny looked content.

Don was sitting with his back against a wall, Stella's head on his lap… both conversing quietly.

Don smiled. "Don't worry, Lindsay… we enjoyed it."

"I'm… uh… oh God." Lindsay stammered as she slid down to the ground, still embarrassed.

Stella sat and pulled her toweled friend into her arms. "You made me smile. That means a lot to both of us. AND you love each other… you just hadn't told each other yet. It's all good."

Don laughed. "Hey, we're in Vegas, let's marry em! I mean… get them married!"

Danny shook his head. "That's bs, Don, they only have fake weddings here."

"Not according to Cath. She told me countless people are officially married in chapels and strip clubs throughout the city."

Danny cocked his head to the side. "And how would she know? You said back in the day that she is a cop … right?"

Don nodded. "Yeah, but before she did that, she was a stripper." There was a subtle pride to his tone and Danny winced as Stella's hand hit the side of Don's face.

"Knock it off."

Danny sighed. "Okay, point is, I sexually molested my co-worker and Mac's gonna have a fit."

Lindsay stared him down. "Maybe I enjoyed being molested." This time she let a small laugh through. "Okay… I enjoyed it a lot."

Stella Took her hand. "Nothing to be embarrassed about. It's good to love, and knowing you and Danny, Mac won't even give it two thoughts."

"Are you sure he isn't gonna split us up or something… for the good of the lab?" Lindsay was genuinely worried.

"I've known Mac for a LONG time, dear, and in my experiences, Mac feels nothing is more important than a solid relationship. Friends, family, lovers. Just don't jeopardize the lab, the department, the city or the state and he'll be fine with it."

Danny scooped his new lover up into his arms and carried her into the adjoining room. "Well, in that case" he was saying "I think I'm going to make some more love."

The door shut and Don watched a tear fall from his wife's eye. "Babe…?"

She slid herself onto his lap and leaned against his strong chest. "I'm so scared, Don. Help me." Her body was shaking ever so slightly and he paled in fear. She must be in pain from the first set of treatments she had received before leaving New York.

"Damn, Stella." He cried into her soft hair. "Hang on, baby… I'm here with you. I'm not going anywhere. We'll get through this one way or another."