Author's Note 1: Big thanks to MariaLisa for the support, the encouragement, the beta and for trying to understand my sometimes unorthodox verb usage!

Author's Note 2: Special thanks to Rouge989 for reading through this and giving me honest and supoortive feedback.

Rated: M for Erotica and one four letter word!

DISCLAIMERS: CSI:NY characters belong Jerry Bruckheimer and the wonderful writers for CSI: NY. However everything else is mine!

Whisper To Me

Whisper to me

Your little absurdities

And your solemn thoughts.

Whisper to me

Your soaring highs

And your gloomy lows.

Whisper to me

Your treasured secrets

And your darkest fears.

Whisper to me

Your innermost needs

And your heart's desires.

Whisper, whisper to me

And I'll whisper to you

'I love you'.

- Sally Jetson

It was late in the evening by the time Lindsay's shift ended. She had not talked to Danny since he had dropped her at the ferry and the empty feeling that had been haunting her intensified into one of bereavement. Once she reached the quiet interior of her apartment, she bolted the locks into place and leaned her forehead against the door as a lone tear trickled down her cheek at the realization that she would most likely be spending Christmas Eve alone.

At least I'll get to see him tomorrow.

As she wearily pushed herself away from the door she gasped in surprise as two strong arms snaked around her; one around her shoulders, the other around her waist, pulling her back against a solid chest.

"Merry Christmas, Montana," a familiar voice whispered into her ear. Her heart pulsed in sheer elation as his warm, spicy scent enveloped her senses.

"Danny!"

She tried to twist around in his embrace but he held her fast as he pressed an open mouth kiss into the crook of her neck. She allowed her head to drop back against his shoulder as his kisses blazed along the ivory smoothness of her neck to that sensitive hollow behind her ear.

"God Baby, I've missed you so much," he growled softly into her ear. I don't know how I've managed to be apart from you for this long."

"How did you handle it?" she teased, as she slid her hand up around the back of his head to angle it so she could singe his lips with her own. His lips parted against hers and their tongues thrust and swirled in an effort to penetrate and reclaim each and every crevice that had been neglected for far too many days.

"S'not important," he muttered, as he broke the kiss to caress his stubbly chin against her cheek, sending a delicious chill to tickle its way down her spine. "All I know now is that I am going to spend the entire night doing all the things to you that I've been fantasizing about since we've been apart."

"Mmm… what about my fantasies?" she throated, as she circled her cheek in turn against his chin.

"Was this in your fantasies, Montana?" he whispered, as he cradled the perfect swell of her breast in his hand, the tip hardening instantaneously on the gentle upward sweep of his thumb.

"How did you know?" she sighed in quiet satisfaction.

"Because it's in my fantasies too."

"How about this?" she returned, as she sensuously ground back into him, delighting, in the hardness she felt.

"Damn, Linds," he barely choked out, as he bent and nipped her neck.

"Owww, not fair" she squealed softly.

He whirled her around to face him, one hand tangling in her silken tresses, the other skirting down her back to cup her rear end and thrust her hips firmly against his.

"Does that level the playing field?" he murmured huskily.

"Considerably"

She smiled mischievously and held his eyes with her own as her hands deftly freed his shirt from his jeans, gliding her fingertips over the latticed abs that clenched at her feathery touch. When she reached his back, she lightly raked her fingernails upwards, dragging his shirt along until she reached his shoulders. He promptly lifted his arms and hefted his shirt over his head and let it drop to the floor.

All his thoughts became focused on her tongue as it swirled and licked its way around his well-muscled pecs, until she centered in on his nipple with a quick nip which sent a sharp tingle deep into his groin….fuck!

He lost no time as he pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the far corner of the room. His arm secured her against him as he trailed one finger down between the gentle swell of her breasts. Her forehead pressed against his as his finger slowly traced underneath the lacey edge of her bra, tantalizingly grazing the firm nipple. At this she arched back, her fingers digging into his shoulders. His hand impatiently brushed aside the fabric, relishing the goose bumps that rose on her skin as he alternately blew and licked her nipples to a puckered tautness.

Her hands were on his belt buckle in an instant as she unbelted, unbuttoned, and was well on her way to unzipping them when he caught her hands and secured them behind her back with one of his hands.

"Not yet," he murmured into her ear.

He quickly unbuttoned and unzipped her slacks then slid his hand all the way around her waist, pushing her slacks down and over her hips in the process. She quickly kicked free of her slacks and shoes.

"But what about you?"

He fingered her wetness through the crotch of her panties, quickly turning them from damp to drenched.

"Baby, my turn's comin' but right now this is about you."

He hooked his finger around the fabric convincing it to slide down her legs and join the pool of clothes gathered on the floor. As he glided a finger gently over her hot moist folds, a tremoring sigh escaped her lips

He lifted his head to look into glassy eyes that regarded him through desire laden eyelids.

"But I want it to be about us," she breathed as he continued to caress her, circling closer and closer to grazing that bundle of nerves that would obliterate any logical thought whatsoever.

"It is about us…the us that you believed in when I couldn't see my way clear."

And at that moment she couldn't see her way clear to protest, only to surrender as he finally stroked that sensitive spot. She sank her teeth into his shoulder.

"Ouch, Montana…" he chuckled. "I take it that that hit the spot?"

She nodded dumbly, strands of wavy hair catching on the glistening beads of perspiration forming along her forehead and delicately pinked cheeks.

"Hands, Danny… let go of my hands," she finally managed to plead.

He released her hands and they automatically wound around his neck, her lips pressing hot, mouthy kisses along his jaw. He hitched her up to his waist and carried her to the big arm chair that easily held the both of them and nudged it closer to the wall with his knee. As he knelt into it he set her up on to the back of the chair, his hands resting possessively on her knees while her hands caressed the back of his neck.

For what must have been the thousandth time in their short relationship, but certainly not the last, he sat back on his heels admiring the perfection that was Lindsay Monroe. She was a contrast in vision: creamy skin framed by russet waves and punctuated by rosy lips, tips and cheeks, while gentle swells and curves nestled between delicately honed muscles. Her emotions: serenity masked passion, determination clad vulnerability and closely held love mesmerized him. He was a complete slave to her and her femininity and he was going to worship her the best way he knew how.

She was no stranger to the erotic elicitations of Danny's tongue but being above him like this not only gave her the heady thrill of being utterly adored, but it placed her at a vantage point to observe every small maneuver on his part. She knew this was going to push her over the edge in record time.

His eyes met hers, and as she bit her lip in anticipation, he licked his in response. She gently removed his glasses and balanced them on the rolled arm of the chair. While he worked his way down her body with burning kisses, he slid his hands up her inner thighs until his thumbs buttoned into the little hollow at the crotch line. He knew just where to place his thumbs to hit the nerve that drove the pulsating tingle into her very center, causing her hips to arch out toward him.

And that's when he captured her in his mouth.

She was both sweet and pungent; her own unique scent and taste of which he would never tire. He inhaled deeply through his mouth, causing a shudder to reverberate throughout her body. Her fingernails raked across his scalp as his tongue delicately laced though each hot, swollen, moist fold. He released her thighs and shouldered them; his arms looping around the outside of them to grip her hips, holding her flush to his mouth as he finally swirled his tongue around that hard little nub that held the key to her eventual descent in utter and complete release. She gripped the back of the chair and thrust wildly against his mouth as the sensations overtook her.

"Daannyy…," she moaned, as her thighs vised around his head signaling the onslaught of her climax.

Damn, Montana! You're gonna squelch the breathing life outta me but at least I'll die a happy man.

As her thrusts smoothed and elongated in time with her deep throated moans, he drank in her release, gently lapping and sucking until her movements subsided into whimpering pulses and finally sated tranquility. He placed a soft kiss on her inner thigh and grinned up at the climatic induced smile gracing her features.

"Ya definitely needed that, Montana."

She sighed fully, running a caressing hand through his spiky hair.

He disentangled his arms from around her thighs allowing her now limp body to slide down into his lap. He cradled her against his chest as he turned in the chair and settled them comfortably into its deep cushions, stretching his legs lazily across the ottoman. She tipped her head back so that he could place a tender, lingering kiss on her lips. She dipped her head back down, her fingers curled snugly around his neck while her other hand buried itself between the cushions and his lower back, languidly stroking his taut muscles. He adjusted his head comfortably back against the chair, winding an arm around her waist and hooking the other into the crook of her knees. His breathing deepened and her languid stroking gradually stilled as the shadows lengthened across the room when the moon rose, full and bright, casting an ethereal glow upon the sleeping lovers.

Much later, Lindsay awoke to a numb nose, fingers and toes. Danny had relaxed his grip during their peaceful sleep allowing her to extricate herself carefully from his embrace. She wrapped her arms around her chilled, nude body, as she walked into her bedroom and slipped into a red, silk kimono robe he had bought for her on one of their ventures into Chinatown.

As she walked back into the living room, she smiled in recollection of his reasoning for buying her the robe, "Red looks hot on you, Montana," he had growled, but then he had added almost casually but not quite, "besides, red makes your eyes sparkle." That was Danny on the cusp of raw emotion and sweet contemplation.

She stopped beside the chair. His arms had dropped to his side, palms face up, his face posed in total relaxation. She knew he needed his sleep given all the turmoil that had occurred in the past several days and she wanted nothing more than to curl back up with him again and gain some precious sleep of her own, but her mind was churning. She could not put off breaking the news to him much longer. If she did, she'd be on her way to Montana for the trial of Laurel's murderer and he'd have no time to adjust to her absence.

She sighed as she brushed the back of her hand along the stubble of his jaw; she loved that sensation against her hand. She loved it along her cheek, in the crook of her neck and across her abs. She loved everything about him and she wanted him to know that.

"I love you, Danny," she whispered half hoping he was awake but half relieved when he didn't stir.

Maybe this wasn't the right time to say it. She didn't know what Montana held for her or what was going to happen with his family. Maybe it would be better not to complicate the situation.

She dropped her hand and walked around the ottoman to stand at the window staring reflectively at the moon. It had been full and bright during its ascent but now it was waning as it made its customary descent from the sky and she shivered.

"Ya cold, Montana?" Danny whispered, as he slid his arms around her, pulling her back against his chest.

She nodded silently as he nestled his chin into the crook of her neck.

They stood in silence for several minutes.

Finally his weight shifted slightly as his arms tightened around her.

"Did you mean it?"