Third Installment! Follows Coming Unglued!!

Coming Unraveled

She was doing it. She was actually doing it this time. She was going on a date with Danny. They were going to dinner and to watch a band play. He was picking her up, he'd insisted.

"There's no way you're standin' me up this time Monroe. I'm going to see to that." He warned her before telling her he'd be outside her door at 7 to pick her up.

"Wear jeans. I like how they look on you." He told her when she'd asked what to wear.

She hated how one silly little comment like that had sent her racing to her closet for her favorite pair of jeans.

Thirty minutes after she got home, she was dressed in faded gray jeans and a clingy pale green sweater. She wore her favorites soft brown pointed toe boots. She'd run a hand through her curls and freshened her make up.

She glanced at the clock. 6:55. What if he stands me up…? What if he's trying to teach me a lesson?

She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard a knock at her door. She felt her heart slam against her rib cage. She strode to the door, glancing at herself in the hall mirror as she went by.

She drew the door open and her throat went dry. He was wearing dark denim jeans with a tight black sweater and his leather jacket. His hair was slightly mussed, his smile small and teasing.

"Glad you're here, I was afraid I was going to have to hunt you down." He joked as she grabbed her coat and purse.

An hour later, they were seated in a small restaurant, sharing a bottle of wine. "See, spending time with me isn't terrible. I'm good company when you allow me to be." He told her.

He knew he was pushing it. He still wasn't entirely sure of what she wanted or expected out of this, and truth be told, neither was he.

Lindsay studied her dinner partner under hooded eyelashes. He was certainly fun to look at.

"Stop starin' at me. It makes me nervous." He told her, not even looking up from the steak he was cutting.

"Sorry, hard not to." She replied, then slapped her hand over her mouth once she realized what she'd said.

"Never knew you were so blatant there Montana." He said as he stuck a piece of steak in his mouth, grinning like an idiot around his mouthful of food.

"I just meant because it's part of the job to analyze…" She stumbled, hoping that made more sense coming out of her mouth than it did in her head.

He just laughed. "It's OK Montana. You can stare if you want to. I know I'm hot. Just no picturing me naked, not until you have proof to back it up." He teased, secretly delighted when she turned bright red at the implications.

But, once again, she surprised him. "I dunno Danny… My fantasies are pretty… 'generous' in that area… You may not be able to live up to it…" She trailed off, taking a bite of her pasta.

Danny nearly choked on his steak. He started coughing and began vigorously beating on his chest. She just smiled and handed him a glass of water.

"You need to cool off Messer, you look a little flushed." She whispered as the glass passed between them.

That supposed to help?! Making comments about fantasies and cooling off…That's supposed to help?!

They managed to finish dinner without embarrassing each other too much. The check arrived and Lindsay made a grab for it but he swatted her hand away.

"Are you crazy Montana?" He asked as he slipped his credit card into the pouch. She smiled.

"Danny. I asked you out." She pointed out.

He held up his finger. "Technically, you didn't. You told me you wanted to go out with me. I actually asked you out. Let me pay." He insisted.

"But I stood you up." She protested.

"You like reminding me of that don't you? I really don't wanna think about that." He told her as she stood and followed him to the door.

Half hour later, they made it to the small club Danny's buddies were playing at.

It was loud, the beat was vibrating off the wall. Danny paid their 5 dollar entrance fee without question. She attempted to protest but he clamped a hand over her mouth.

"Not going through that again!" He yelled over the music. He pressed a hand to her lower back and guided her to the bar, ordering drinks for them before pulling her over to a small booth tucked in the corner.

They settled in, despite the tight quarters. Truth be told, he was glad for the small space, her whole left side was pressed against his right. A moment later, she exhaled and relaxed.

Finally, she doesn't seem so tense. They were silent as they listened to the music, took it in. "Like it?" He whispered in her ear.

She practically jumped out of her skin when she felt his lips brush her ear as he asked if she liked the music.

She nodded and turned to him. He leaned in to hear her. "It's different but I like it." She said into his ear.

That was all he needed to hear. He put her drink on the table and took her hand. "We're going to dance." He told her, tugging at her.

As he expected, she tugged back. "I don't dance." She yelled over the music.

"I don't care." He returned, trading her hand for her shoulder, knowing he'd have better leverage if he had something besides an extremity.

He was right. He steered her (against her will) out to the floor. "Nobody cares if you can dance. It's about the music. Just move your feet. Here, just follow me." He told her.

Luckily the music was a mix of a rock/pop beat and fairly easy to move to. He started to move, keeping his moves simple. She kept up pretty well, but only if she was staring at her feet.

He had to laugh. "Montana. You can't spend the whole time staring at your feet." He said after watching her watch her feet for two straight songs.

"I can't do it if I can't watch." She protested.

As if on cue, the band announced a break and the music switched to Top 40 and 'SexyBack' started over the speakers. Just as she tried to exit the floor, he grabbed her waist and pulled her back.

"You can do it. Without watching the floor, I promise. This time, you look at me. In my eyes. I don't want to see your eyes go any lower than my face." He instructed, his mouth brushing against her ear.

Lindsay shivered under the feel of his breath on her face but nodded her agreement. "Don't freak out on me, OK?" He suggested. She nodded again, not trusting her voice.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close to him. She let her arms come around his neck, it was the only place she felt comfortable putting them.

They started to move to the beat of the thumping music. Slowly at first, holding her close, guiding her moves with his hips.

She swallowed hard, feeling his body move against hers. She allowed her eyes to meet his and her throat went dry. The intensity of his eyes was burning a hole into her.

They said nothing, just moving to the beat. He took a chance and decided to grind his hips into hers. Surprisingly, she returned the pressure and pushed herself a little closer.

He gazed down into her eyes and was surprised when he was met with her gaze. Her dark brown eyes were even darker, and her lids were lowered slightly. She ground her hips a little harder against his. "How am I doing?" She whispered in his ear, this time her lips brushed his ear.

Danny tightened his grip on her hips, clenching his teeth. "Good. Very good. So good we're going to try something new." With that, he moved his hand to her arm and spun her around and pulled her back to his chest in one swift motion. "No looking down." He whispered in her ear and pressed the gentlest of kisses to her neck.

She barely felt his lips against her neck as she reached back to grip his belt. His hands slid forward, over her hips, and applied pressure, pulling her against his hard body.

The feeling of her body against his, her smell invading his senses. He knew he couldn't keep this up. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to her ear.

"Wanna get out of here?" He asked.

Now or never Linds.

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