Prompts: 08. kiss, 24. desire
They were walking through central park, searching for this dog statue that Lindsay had always wanted to see. Danny had no idea where they were going, and he would never willingly admit that they were lost. He didn't know what this dog statue was, but he wasn't about to tell her that.
"I think it's this way," he said, pointing in some arbitrary direction. Whether or not it led to the dog statue was another matter entirely.
Forty-five minutes later, no dog statue, and dark clouds were beginning to gather overhead. Danny glared at the sky. Lindsay looked at Danny.
"Are we lost?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No," he said, glancing around. They were about to be caught in a torrential downpour, and there was no place to hide.
"Danny."
He didn't get the chance to respond, because there was a loud rumble of thunder and the sky opened up. Lindsay shrieked and looked around for some cover. Danny grabbed her hand and took off running. Eventually, they had to come across something. But they didn't find anything until they arrived at the zoo. Danny pulled her under the archway of the entrance.
"I'm soaked!" Lindsay said. Danny glanced at her and immediately wished he hadn't. Her shirt was drenched and completely see-through. She was wearing a bra, but it wasn't hiding anything. He could clearly see her nipples through the material, and he suddenly felt very warm. He licked his lips. She glanced up at him, and his desire must have been written all over his face, because she smiled almost shyly and looked away.
"Danny," she said, "we're in public."
He licked his lips again and advanced on her, backing her up until she was pressed against the brick of the archway. "Yeah, and no one's around."
She shook her head, but he could tell that she was just as aroused as he was. He glanced down. That couldn't just be because of the cold. Her breathing hitched as he leaned towards her. "Danny..."
He brushed his lips across hers gently, teasingly, a light caress. He kissed her once, twice, three times, and then pulled away. She grasped the lapel of his jacket and pulled him to her once more, their lips meeting in a much more passionate kiss. He moaned into her mouth as she parted her lips for him, and he accepted the invitation by stroking his tongue out to touch hers. His hands slid under the soaked fabric of her shirt to get closer to her warm skin, but she pulled away. She gripped his biceps hard enough to bruise and giggled.
"What?" he asked, suddenly self-conscious.
She smiled at him. "This is where we first met." She laughed again and slid her hands down his arms to twine their fingers. "Kind of fitting, don't you think?"
He brought their clasped hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles. "How so?"
She stretched up on her toes to press a light kiss to his temple, and he shivered. "Because," she said into his ear, "I've wanted to kiss you ever since."
