Author's Note: Merry Christmas all you Danny/Lindsay fans! And thank you to the characters of Danny and Lindsay for prompting me to start writing the stories that have been playing out in my mind since I was 9 years old! SJ

DISCLAIMERS: I do not own any of these characters. They belong to Jerry Bruckheimer and the wonderful writers for CSI: NY. Any resemblance to scenes from the episodes is included for clarity and continuity and I do not claim any of those as my own work. However everything else is mine.

Culmination!

When two hearts from disparate worlds finally come together as one,

The two worlds fall away, to born one melded being in all planes of mind, body and soul;

Such is the definition of true love!

- Sally Jetson

Once in the bedroom, he set her gently on her feet, and brushed his hand up over her stomach and teasingly began tracing a circle around one of her nipples through the fabric of her dress. He ran the other hand up under the back of her skirt, first skimming stocking, then bare skin and finally lacey underwear.

"Damn Montana, what the hell are you wearing under there?" he breathed raggedly into her ear.

Right then, she knew what she wanted to do. She pulled back from him and looked into his eyes, which had ignited into a lusty blue burn. She hoped she could hold out long enough to do this! Her legs were quickly turning to jelly, her insides literally dripping in desire for him and her head spinning under the intense caressing Danny was administering under her skirt.

"Just a second and I'll show you," she breathed, as her hands slid up under his jacket over his strong pecs, up and around the sensual curve of his shoulder and down along his sinewy biceps, pushing off his jacket in the process. This forced him to drop his hands from her body and she took a step backward, keeping a palm on his chest.

"Stay right there and don't move," she said breathlessly. Her eyes were like liquid pools of quicksand, sucking him into their depths, keeping him immobilized, but it was her heaving chest that caused the intense tightening in his groin, as the blood rushed from all over his body, to that center point, which was beginning to control all his thoughts.

" Montana," he growled impatiently, "the last time I did that, I saw my prospects evaporate into thin air!"

"I promise, it will be worth it this time!" she laughed a little more breathlessly, as she dropped her palm and took another step back from him.

"Okay," he agreed a little warily, "But I'm not closing my eyes!"

She giggled. "Don't worry… I don't want you to close your eyes for this."

She slowly pirouetted away from him and took a steadying breath. She methodically untied the straps around her neck and let her dress drop, like a whisper, to the floor. She heard the quick intake of his breath and knew she had hit her mark. Thank you, Stella!

His eyes hungrily traveled from the tendrils, now clinging damply around her neck, down along the graceful curve of her back which dipped into a slight hollow that rose outward towards a tiny waist. That tiny waist curved back out and down into the sensual roundness that was her hips and ass. God, she has such a great ass! He couldn't wait to get his hands on that ass. As his gaze reluctantly left her great ass, his eyes were drawn to the bare skin between her lacey white underwear and the lacey top of the thigh high stockings. Those stockings were driving him crazy! He wanted to slowly peel them down her legs, one at a time, trailing kisses, at each inch of exposed skin. She casually bent one knee so that her weight shifted into a more seductive pose, which highlighted the firmness of her thigh and calf on one leg and the swell of her hip on the other. Damn, she looked good enough to take on the spot!

And just when he thought things couldn't get any hotter, she reached up, pulled the clasp out of her hair and shook it down to her shoulders. Then she slowly turned and held his now feverish eyes with her own. He wanted to feast his eyes on her body, but was afraid, that it was all a delicious dream, from which he would wake, if he moved even an eyelash.

She licked her lips. Dammit all to hell, if she didn't say something soon, he was going to have to make a move on her, be damned with waiting for her consent.

Finally she throated, "Take a look, Cowboy, I'm all yours!"

Never sweeter words were spoken, as his eyes greedily drank in every detail of her luscious body. Her breasts were a handful, literally, he could tell. They curved gracefully into a natural tear-drop shape that peaked up into a pair of alert and rosy red nipples, begging to be caressed and teased by his hands and mouth, immediately! But he restrained himself, for a few more agonizing seconds, as he finished his visual orgy. The tight stretch of her stomach disappeared down into her lacey underwear, which hid the treasure for which he had been craving far too long, and in an instant he closed the distance between them.

His lips met hers in a fierce melee for instant gratification. Her hands quickly unbuckled his belt and slacks, pulled both his shirts out of his pants and deftly unknotted his tie and unbuttoned his dress shirt. His hands wound their way into her hair, just biding time until she got his shirt off and her arms out his way, so he could cup those luscious breasts. She was taking way too long with his shirt, so he bent his head between her arms anyway, took one nipple in his mouth and began alternately nipping and sucking at it. Her hands stilled halfway down his arms, her head lolled back as her eyes closed from the exquisite torture he was wreaking with his tongue. A hard sigh forced the air through her lips and across his cheek.

The sigh! That did it! Without ceremony, he hoisted her up to his waist, her legs wrapped compulsively around him and her arms clenched tightly around his neck, her mouth sucking intensely on his earlobe. He removed his hands from her body just long enough to yank his arms out of his sleeves, probably ripping the buttons off the cuffs in the process, and pull off his t-shirt. He crawled onto the bed, on his knees, and gently lowered Lindsay back onto the mattress. He settled his weight on her, being careful to keep the bulk of it on his forearms, which were resting on either side of her head. Her eyes were completely glazed over as he began a trail of kisses, starting at her lips, working his way across her jaw and down her neck. Each kiss, in this tortuous trail of pleasure, brought forth a small whimper from Lindsay, which only served to egg him on. Her hands clawed at the sheets on the bed, as he continued to her breasts, where he paused briefly to tweak each nipple to rapt attention, with his tongue, before continuing on to her stomach. The moans that came, from deep within her throat, when his tongue had worked at her breasts only aroused him further. But when he stopped at her stomach to twirl his tongue suggestively all around the inside of her navel, she threw her arms above her head, fisting the bed rails tightly in her hands and thrusting her hips instinctively upwards, in hopes of some release of the tension that was mounting all throughout her body. When this yielded very little release, she grabbed wildly at Danny's head trying to pull him back to her level.

"Dannnnnyyy!" she wailed softly. She knew she was begging, but she didn't care anymore. She needed him, now.

He peered up at her from his tortuous assault on her navel and saw the raw need mirrored in her eyes. With any other woman, this would have only spurred him to continue this slow burning torture, to see how much further he could drive it, before he gave into his own need and satisfied them both. But the look in Lindsay's eyes not only aroused him, physically, to a searing peak, but it spoke to him emotionally as well. Up until this moment, he had never been that concerned about meeting the needs of the other involved party… I mean, he never left them wanting, to be sure, but it was always on his terms and in his timeframe. But the overwhelming emotions, that were completely indescribable at this moment, were culminating in a burning need and desire to satisfy her completely. In short, he had never wanted… no, never needed, to become one with a woman in every sense of the word. He suddenly pulled off her and stood up beside the bed.

Worry immediately registered in her eyes. "What's wrong?" she stammered.

"Nothin'… I just need a sec." he rasped out, as he quickly dropped his slacks and boxers. It was the sight of his 'magnificent body' that drove her insides into a frenzy, but it was the look in his eyes that brought the tenderness to her face and her breath caught, as he settled on his side, beside her. Her hand laid along his jaw as he propped his head up on one hand while he slid the fingers of his other hand under the waistband of her lacy underwear.

"Call me crazy, Montana, but I think you're a little overdressed," he teased.

She barely managed a giggle, as he slid her underwear down her shapely legs and tossed them aside. He made quick work of her stockings and sandals as well. Then he allowed his fingers to caress first her inner thigh, then finally her wetness contained within the v of those delectable thighs. He bent his head and nipped the inside of her thigh and her head began to roll from side to side. She was losing touch with anything concrete, as her insides quivered again in extreme need of him.

"God, Danny… please… inside me… now!" she moaned and wailed simultaneously.

He started to slide a finger inside her, but she grabbed his hand away and pulled it up and across her body, effectively bringing his face up to hers.

"Not that way, not this time," she pleaded softly, "Only you!" she exhaled with monumental effort. She reached over the edge of the bed and pulled a condom from between the mattresses and held it up in front of his face.

He smirked at her as he said, "Yes ma'am." He deftly ripped open the package, donned the condom and positioned himself over her. His eyes, holding hers in silent question… until she slid her hands up his arms, around his neck and pulled his head down to her lips. Then he slowly slid down into her soft, drenched depths as both their moans combined into one as their lips melded together. She gave a small start at his hardness, he paused, she adjusted and he settled in as far as he could go. He broke the kiss to pull back and look at her face. He wanted to see her expression.

She sighed in immediate satisfaction and a Cheshire cat smile spread across her face.

"Ya like that?" he said a bit smugly.

"Maybe" she countered softly. "Let's see what else you can do," she challenged as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Oh god, Lindsay" he murmured as he dropped his face into her neck. He was trying to hang on here. She had really short-circuited his plan, when she had pulled out that condom. When he didn't move, she began to thrust her hips up against him rhythmically, clenching her inner thighs around him for leverage. Her hands were roaming down his back and when they cupped his ass, he knew, this was not the best position for him to be in, if he was to hold his own.

He quickly flipped over, taking her with him. She had a surprised look on her face momentarily, but then she slid her hands up his chest to caress his earlobes between her thumbs and index fingers, pressing her breasts against his chest and covering his mouth completely with her own. He groaned deep in his throat and she pulled back to an upright position and began to move on him. He clamped one hand on her hip and cupped the other around her ass causing intense pressure to build, as she rocked. Her whimpers became pants as the rate of her rocking increased and he felt her insides began to spasm and quiver. The deep moan that tore from her throat told him that she was close and he watched, in extreme satisfaction, as she finally began to slip over the edge.

"Danny…" she pleaded, as she fixed her burning eyes on him. The pleading emotion in her voice puzzled him, until she intertwined her hands around the back of his neck and panted close to his face, "I- want- you- to- come- with me!"

He never had someone care enough about him before… care enough about him, that they wanted him to come at the same time. Before he could even contemplate it, his body responded and they rode a wave of surging sensations that completely put them beyond consciousness, until their climaxes joined them completely as one. Totally spent, Lindsay laid her head on Danny's shoulder and pressed a kiss into his neck. His arms tightened around her as she caressed his lips softly with her index finger.

"What a ride, Cowboy!" she sighed softly, in extreme satisfaction.

"Well, ya know me… I aim to please!" he drawled as he slowly traced a line with his finger from her shoulder down to her hand, whereupon he clasped it and pressed her fingers to his lips. She raised her head and looked at him, the tenderness in his eyes matched, in intensity and feeling, by her own.

She shifted her weight slightly sliding off him and into the crook of his arm, molding her body along his, her eyes never leaving his. He pressed her hand to his chest.

"Lindsay, you are so beautiful… I… I swear, it has never been like that before," he said with a catch in his throat.

"Me neither, Danny… only with you," she whispered back, a tear sliding down her cheek.

"Aw, Montana, don't cry on me," he groaned softly as he wiped it away with his thumb.

"I can't help it; you say the sweetest things to me!"

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Author's Note: Well you'll never believe this... or maybe you will if you know me... but I actually have more story to tell! LOL!