A/N: BACK, by popular demand… (Actually, I have to have you all thank DKM on this one… she's the reason I decided not to leave you hanging… APPLAUSE). This is where things get really steamy. Shield your eyes, children!

Note: I don't write condoms in… but I strongly suggest you use them. Or don't have sex before marriage. That is all.

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"D-Danny. I can't…can't…"Can't what, Lindsay? Speak? Breathe? Think clearly? Contain yourself? WHAT, DAMMIT?

Danny Messer's blue eyes sparkled as he moved his mouth inches away from hers. "Can't what, Linds?" One of his hands shifted from its place behind her head and moved downward slowly, swiping a trail across her throat and between her heaving breasts. He knew exactly what he was doing to her: it made him swell with pride (literally) to think that she was unable to function because of him. He watched as her mouth struggled to find the words to tell him her predicament. I don't think I want you speakin', sweetheart. The thought was so delightfully wicked that Danny had to grin at his own evil nature. He moved the hand to the right, until it was cupping one of the things he loved most about women.

HOLY SSSSHHHH… "Oh, My God, Danny," Lindsay whimpered softly, amazed by what such a simple action could do to her common sense. She should be pounding him for answers, not pounding…other things. She licked her lips and slowly opened her eyes to see that he was still staring at her, delight and wonder etched on his features. She twisted her fingers in his hair, gently pulling him closer. "I can't believe there's still this much clothing between us," she told him softly, like it was a secret only the two of them could know. He nodded an affirmative and, before he knew what had happened, she was playing with the elastic of his sweats. Soooo happy he didn't put his shirt back on, she thought to herself, as pretty soon the only thing keeping the tough New Yorker from being completely nude was his boxer shorts. Danny's brows knit together in consternation, as he looked from where the tent was forming in his underwear to the smirk on Lindsay's face. "Hey, now, you're a participant in this too, y'know."

Lindsay raised an eyebrow and kicked off her shoes, reducing her height. "I'm aware. You have yet to persuade me otherwise." Without further ado, she held up her arms expectantly, giving Danny a smoldering look that radiated lust. He obliged, pulling her t-shirt over her head to produce a sight that made him groan in desire. "Red? C'mon, this has got to be the least fair playin' field ever." His eyes never left the lacy red lingerie, and he softly ran a palm over one scantily clad nipple. The result was exactly what he had hoped for. Her head softly rested against the door behind her and quickly moved her hand until it was gently stroking his abs. Mmm, yes.

"Seriously, Montana. We gotta do something about this, um, uh, mmm," Danny's mind went blank as Lindsay's hand slipped slowly down the front of his shorts until she was palming his masculinity.

"Oh, quit your whining and find the rest before I'm forced to do something drastic." Lindsay's voice was breathy and shaking from the combined effects of cold air and Danny's hand. He traced a line down her stomach with both hands, resting at the waistband of her jeans. Lindsay's hands covered his and she pushed them towards the clasp, begging in one fluid motion. Danny didn't waste any time: the denim was gone in less than five seconds, and the matching panties were staring him in the face. Thank you, God.

As his eyes slowly ran over her body, Danny formed a conclusion. "Holy fuck, you're beautiful." He pulled her in tight for a hug, and Lindsay's breathing halted completely. Okay, we gotta find a bed. Like, now.

"Danny?" Gasp, gasp, pant.

"I'm goin', I'm goin'." Groan.

They collapsed on his bed in a flurry of arms, legs, and other members. At first he was confident that he would be on top, especially with the way she was moaning underneath him. But as he leaned down to kiss her, he was flipped onto his back and she was straddling his hips, a cat-caught-the-canary smile on her lips. He was about to protest when her hot center circled around him slowly, and he soon found that he didn't mind so much. "Linds, I'm loving the underwear, really. But it's gotta go." He unclasped the bra with practiced skill, throwing it to the floor. Her breasts were heaving from excitement and apprehension and her nipples stood erect. The sight of her made him smile and she was surprised to find that she wasn't at all ashamed. In fact, the hungry look in his eyes made her even brasher and she swiftly stuck her hand down his shorts, coming in contact with her new best friend. She fondled him gently with one hand while the other traced circles over his chest, around his nipples, and across his navel.

"SweetMarymothaofGod," the blasphemous praise fell fast from his lips as he grabbed both breasts in his hands, squeezing as she returned the favor on him. The pair of them thought the same thing at the same time. "You do yours, I'll do mine. Faster," the command from her was quickly obeyed as they both got rid of whatever article of clothing that was left on their bodies. She grasped him firmly in one hand and slid down slowly, enjoying the sensation swooping through her stomach. Her walls clenched around him reflexively, surprised by the length. "Danny. Holy wow."

"You gotta a point there, sweetheart," his voice was gravelly from the effort of not exploding and she sighed at the satisfaction of knowing he was just as ready for this as she was. Riding him passionately, Lindsay was in her own world of pleasure when Danny suddenly sat up, driving himself deeper within her. Stars flashed before her eyes and she hit rock bottom and bounced off the walls, whispering his name, digging her fingernails into his back. She realized, too late, that the scratches she was leaving in his skin were another way of marking him as her own. Still competing with the dead girl, are we? It was at that moment Danny decided to test her limits and stroked her clit slowly, experimenting. She bit his shoulder to keep from screaming too loud and felt him shake. Danny's head buried into the crook of her neck as he followed her into sheer happiness. Their breaths came in short bursts of air, and he carefully lay back, puling her with him. She groaned at the movement. Pulling from him slowly, she lay next to his still- panting form on the bed. He stared at the ceiling, trying to get his brain back in working order.

"Are you okay?" Her fingers on his chest, brought him gently back to earth, and he turned his head, smiling into her eyes. "I think there's a word for this. It's called perfect, or somethin' like that." His tease made her roll her eyes and Lindsay pulled the covers of his unmade bed around them, snuggling closer into Danny's chest. "Cute," she mumbled, twining a leg with his under the sheets.

In the darkness they lay, thinking their own thoughts until Danny propped up his head on one arm, and looked at Lindsay straight on. "Allie was my best friend in high school. She and I grew up next to each other on the same street on Staten Island. My brother Louie and her brother Mikey were the same age. Our moms met at the same parentin' classes and it was a mix of Irish and Italian heritages from the day of our births. The biggest hope of our parents was that me and Allie would get married, have kids, be the perfect couple. Then Louie got involved with Sonny, puling Mikey into Tanglewood right after their graduation. Allie hated Louie for it: I guess that's when we really would start fightin' a lot. But we never stopped being friends with each other. Mikey looked out for me and Louie would scare any Tanglewood Boys away from her, whether she knew about it or not." He smirked. "She wouldn't have had those guys anyway."

Lindsay smiled at his afterthought. "Sounds like she was pretty tough."

Danny nodded. "She was." He ran a finger up Lindsay's wrist, over her elbow, to her shoulder, and back. The goosebumps on her arm made him smile and he kissed her shoulder softly. "She was a lot like you, to be perfectly honest."

"You said that already, dummy." Lindsay stroked his cheek softly. "What I don't understand is why you were so reluctant to talk about her. And why you woke up yelling 'No'." Her deep brown eyes looked into his blue ones, searching.

Danny placed his hand over hers on his cheek, removing it and kissing the fingers. "If I tell you, will you promise me somethin'?" Lindsay nodded quickly. "Will you trade me a story for a story? I tell you about Allie, and you give me some hint as to why Montana's such a pain in the ass to remember. 'Kay?"

Lindsay's eyes held no hesitation. She had just had unbelievable sex with this man, and he was willing to open up to her. It was high time she did the same. "A story for a story. All right."

Gathering her in his arms, Danny kissed the top of her head, and began.

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A/N2: And that, my friends, is where we leave the present and scoot over into the past. I hate to leave it here, really I do, but I'm currently going somewhere without any Internet, so it will be a few days… plenty of writing time though!! Keep reading… peace and chocolate ice-cream.