A short Danny/Lindsay one-shot that came to me a little randomly while writing another Flack story of mine (that may actually get posted one of these days since it's actually gasp chaptered). Any mistakes we'll blame on my new keyboard but this isn't beta'ed or anything of the sort. But this is just my take on the two of them and their flirting ;) Enjoy!
She was evil. Evil in a way that was so good that it almost hurt. He sometimes hated catching her glancing at him from the corner of her eye. Because when Lindsay would catch him, there was that small little smile or smirk. And that one little smile or smirk had the ability to make him thing of about 100 ways he'd like to have her. Then he was stuck for the rest of the afternoon, really trying to think of everything possible that was NOT sexy or attractive. Danny would curse her in his mind, especially since he was usually trying to work and it was very hard to work when one had a hard-on. But as much as he cursed her in his mind, he loved the game.
On the other hand, Lindsay knew exactly what she was doing to him. She'd catch him looking at her when he thought she wasn't paying attention. Usually he was looking at her over the top of his glasses. Danny's eyes turned from a clear blue to one of a darker shade which made her wonder exactly what he was thinking about. Of course it didn't take a rocket scientist to guess but still, she wondered. Sometimes his eyes would narrow, then widen, as if he was dreaming while awake. She'd learned his game quickly as their flirting had intensified over the months. There were little touches here and there, inside jokes only the two of them understood. The drinks at the bar after work, dinner a few times. He flirted and she flirted right back just as badly as he did.
Lindsay secretly loved to catch him looking at her, especially when his eyes were that dark color that usually meant he was thinking of something very bad. But bad in the good way, of course. He always looked surprised when she caught him But, she would just smile at him and turn back to whatever she was working on. It was hard not to laugh as he squirmed and adjusted himself at his desk, trying too hard to concentrate on his own work. It was also hard to pretend that she wasn't feeling the same way he was.
The two of them secretly loved their little stare-and-catch game. No one else saw it or understood it if they did. It was Danny and Lindsay's alone. It also made the rides home from work interesting as they fought to keep their hands to themselves. Often it ended up with them tangled up with each other, Danny with his mouth attached to Lindsay's neck and her arms sliding down his back to untuck his shirt. They would stumble towards whoever's apartment they decided on, fighting to get the door unlocked before the clothes came flying off. The game would end sometime while it was still dark outside with soft, whispered words of love and affection.
And then, the game would start once they were back at work with a touch or a smirk. Each thought they won at the end of each night, but never would tell the other for fear of ruining what they had. After all, it was all just a game, right?
