A/N: Ah, I'm not that confident in my smut-writing scenes, but this one's been in my head for a while, so I had to get it out. This could have been two chapters, but I figured I would put it all together and hope at least some of it was readable.

They spent the day seeing bits of New York you'd have to be from there to know. Even though they had no call to, they took the Staten Island ferry over and back because he wanted her to see the view he grew up seeing. He showed her the kiting park beneath the Verrazano bridge. He took her to an amazing noodle shop in Chinatown for lunch and showed her the best spot downtown to get falafel. The day flew by and they didn't realize it was rush hour by the time they were ready to head back to his apartment. The subway was packed and they ended up just inches apart, as were so many strangers trying to make it home. But strangers didn't lean into each other unnecessarily, and strangers didn't tingle at the touch. As the train pulled away from the Times Square station Lindsay was thrown slightly and ended up in Danny's arms leaning on his chest. She remained there for a few moments even after she regained her footing, just because she knew if she were being true to herself it was where she needed to be.

They stopped for groceries on the way back to his place and he told her he was going to cook her dinner. She didn't object as she had promised herself to spend the day free of the effort it took to resist him and her feelings for him. He poured her a glass of wine, taking none for himself since he was on call. She leaned against the counter watching him move effortlessly around his kitchen while never missing a beat in their banter. His cell phone rang and he muttered under his breath before answering it. She took him in while he spoke on the phone. She sighed out loud at how devastatingly good looking he was, all while being incredibly tender to her. She was immediately grateful he was still on the phone, and hopefully didn't hear her. He hung up while catching her looking at him and smiled out of the corner of his mouth.

"You gotta hold that thought there Montana." He said.

"Hmm?" She asked, snapped out of her reverie.

"It was Mac. I gotta go in. But it seems cut and dry, I should be home in a couple hours tops. Why don't you make yourself at home? And we can pick up when I get back." She agreed and he gave her far too detailed instructions on how to finish the dinner and poured her another glass of wine on his way out.

The case took more time that he planned, as they always did when he had something else to do. By the time he even thought about calling her he was afraid she may already be asleep. Although he expected it, he was disappointed to find his apartment dark and silent when he returned home. There was a note on his kitchen table.

Danny –

Case must have been more difficult than you thought. Dinner is in the fridge if you haven't eaten yet. I tried to wait but am so tired. I'm sorry, I hope its OK.

-Lindsay

He ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated with the lost opportunity. He took a few bites of chicken saltimbocca from the fridge, noting it was not yet chilled, he must have just missed her.

He padded through his dark bedroom and took a quick, cold shower. He considered turning on the game but decided to just go to bed hoping to capture a faint trace of Montana that may still linger there. He stopped short just in front of his bed noticing for the first time the small form beneath his sheets and the sound of a woman's deep breathing. He grinned to himself, she hadn't waited, but she hadn't left. He slid under the covers and eased his way gently to her. Her back against his chest, he rested his hand on her waist. He was satisfied to just lay near her and breathe in her scent. But unconsciously, his hand slid to her abdomen spreading his fingers as widely as possible, his thumb reaching her sternum, his pinky reaching below her navel. His touch was possessive, he wanted to claim as much of her as he could. She stirred under his hand and he felt a tinge of guilt for waking her. She edged away from his body and he instantly felt the loss of heat with the loss of contact. She turned to face him, bringing herself into his waiting embrace.

"Danny." She whispered, contentedly, simply announcing his presence in his own bed. A low moan escaped from the back of his throat. The sound of her voice so close to him in the dark of his own bedroom effected him. He kissed her temple, taking in the faint smell of apples and perhaps vanilla in her hair.

He wanted her to sleep and find peace next to him, but then she bent one knee and pressed it into both of his until he parted them allowing her to tangle her leg in his. He swallowed hard. Ok. He thought, not that bad, I can handle this. Then she pushed her midsection against his and placed a soft kiss on his neck. He felt his body react and he was sure as close as she was she felt it too.

"Montana, you keep doing things like that and I can't promise I can remain a gentleman."

"Danny" was all she said again, then pressing her lips to his. Her tongue in his mouth, his hand roamed up and down the curves of her hips and ribs. His thumb brushed against her breast and even through his tee shirt she felt the warmth from his fingertip and she gasped and tightened her hips. One hand was on the back of his neck, the other his hip each holding him to her with all of her strength. She slid her fingers under the rim on his boxers, she pushed them down his thighs as they broke their long hungry kiss.

"Danny, I want you." She whispered into the hollow of his neck. He slid his hand under his own tee shirt on her body and pulled it up as he ran his palm along her side. She helped him rid her of it, and they lay flesh to flesh. Each anxious and hesitant, waiting for the others next move. He leaned in and slid his tongue between her lips, then withdrew it nipping at her lower lip as he did. His hands guided her panties off of her legs and she immediately wrapped them around him again.

He eased her onto her back, one hand cupping her breast, his thumb finding and teasing her nipple. The other, he slid straight down her stomach, pausing when her felt her wetness.

"Lindsay are you sure this is what you want?"

She pushed her pelvic bone against his hand and moaned in response. Grasping his strong forearm she nipped his earlobe before answering in a husky whisper "God, yes."

He inserted his finger inside of her and then another, her fingernails digging into him, her neck arched away from him. She moaned under him and sought out his flesh with her lips and tongue. He moved the hand that caressing her breast up to her cheek and she turned toward it taking his thumb into her mouth and gently grazing it with her teeth and she moved it in and out. He moaned against her collarbone and quickened the pace of his wrist. She seized his forearm with both of her hands, again finding his ear.

"Danny, I don't want to come with you the first time this way. I want you inside of me." He froze as the ripples from her words rode through him. He dropped his back so her breasts pressed against the hard muscles of his chest. He kissed her cheek and nuzzled her neck as he withdrew his fingers from her.

His lips found hers. He was kissing her when he entered her so he felt her sharp intake of breath. Her fingertips curled into the firm flesh on his back. He moved to kiss and suck her neck as he thrust his hips back and forth, deepening and withdrawing. Her heels started at the back of his calves, but moved up in increments to offer him more and more access, finally resting on the backs of his hips. One hand on the back of his head, the other almost reaching his spine, her fingers clutched and released with their rhythm. He was so captivated by the reality that he was fucking Lindsay Monroe that he didn't notice when her gripping movements quelled. When he pulled away slightly he noted how tightly she had closed her eyes and was biting the corner of her lip. He moved one hand to her cheek and kissed the other gently.

"Lindsay?" He couldn't tell if she was holding herself back from climax for him or if she was regretting what they were doing. When she opened her eyes to meet his, he saw the tears threatening to spill over. "What is it?" His voice was warm and soft. She could feel his breath on her face and could see the concern in his eyes. He had stilled but remained inside her.

"Danny." She whispered, she couldn't face his gaze. She nuzzled against his cheek so that her lips were outside his ear, but her resolve was stripped and she could think of nothing else to say but the truth. "I'm trying not to say 'I love you'." She whispered.

Relief washed over him. He was afraid she was thinking of her past pain, he was afraid she no longer wanted him. When she spoke her almost childlike sentence, he let out a laugh. She felt embarrassment shoot through her and her heart threatened to break, he was laughing at her. She swallowed hard and her breath hitched as she inhaled. He realized what she was thinking. He shifted her with his shoulders so he was again looking in her eyes. He saw the traces of shame and fear there. He kissed her and hoped it would reassure her. "Its ok Montana, you don't have to say it for me to know. I'm probably not going to say it, and I love you."

She captured his lips with her own and raised her hips off the bed driving him deeply into her. He gently bit her lower lip as he resumed the action they had ceased. She broke the kiss to find his shoulder with her lips while arching herself so their bodies were flush. She moaned into his skin and filled her mouth with his bicep to keep from screaming. When she needed air she pulled away from him, resting again on pillows looking at his sweat rimmed face.

"Oh my God, Danny." He could tell she was close and the sound of her voice and the look on her face were all he needed.

"Come with Lindsay." It was more of question than a command but when he was answered with a loud moan he knew she already had. He felt the waves of her climax meet the warm rush of his.

He collapsed onto of her, panting beside her hair. She ran her hands up and down his back, not yet ready to stop clutching at him.

"Danny." She said and stopped.

He turned towards her and brushed the damp hair away from her face. He kissed her cheek and answered her before she finished, "Yeah, me too."

The End.