Hi guys, sorry that it's been a case of long time no see. I've had a mini writer's block of sorts. I've been busy writing away, but I haven't really been happy with the things I've written. It's a tough life, I'll tell you. hahaha. I'm finally somewhat happy with this so I figured it's best to get it out into the waiting world. Have to keep DL alive, you know? I feel like they're slipping away from me and there's no way I am going to let that happen any time soon. As promised, there's a bit of M-ish rated loving in this one. Like I said, I've been struggling with writer's block so it's probably not as explicit as what some I'm sure were expecting, but I wanted to go for sweeter so hopefully thats ok and you guys still enjoy it.
I'm right back at the first date and the first kiss, that couldn't wait because every moment meant so much; I couldn't let it pass. I'm right back where I first stood when I first knew that I would always love you. And you know, I've never looked back; and every time I try to tell you how I feel, I feel like that.
Jason Walker, I Feel Like That.
Lindsay looked over the rim of Danny's glasses with a smile on tugging at her lips. She folded down the corner of the page of the book she was reading and crossed her legs as she shuffled on the couch.
Danny meanwhile was sat cross legged on the floor with a guitar that they had found in the corner of one of the many living rooms within the log cabin. He'd adopted the guitar as his own and had been playing tunes and rifts for the past half hour. In all honesty, Lindsay had a sneaky feeling that he'd forgotten she was there. She could see that he was lost in the music, but when he heard her shuffle on the couch, he glanced up and instantly found himself rolling his eyes at her.
"Will you take those off?" he implored. "They're not good for your eyes, Linds."
"They help me see the text." She argued playfully. "The font is really small. See, look," she said, opening up the book at a random page and thrusting it in his direction.
"If you need glasses, we'll go and get you some kiddo," he smirked.
"Why get my own when yours are perfect?" She giggled as she took them off. "I miss you wearing these." She sighed absentmindledly.
"Yeah, you've mentioned that briefly." he rolled his eyes. "What is it with you and my glasses?"
"You look good in them," she smiled, fluttering her eyelashes in his direction. "You pull off sexy scientist geek well."
"That's a sentence loaded with oxymorons." He implored.
"Speaking of sexy," she lowered her voice to a playful lusty whisper, "I've gotta admit, listening to you play guitar is pretty sexy, Mr. Messer."
"Oh yeah, is that so?" he wiggled his eyebrows as she placed his glasses down on the couch before joining him on the floor. She sat, pulling her legs to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, just like she usually did but before she settled, she sighed and let go of her legs.
"What's the matter?" Danny furrowed his brow at her before turning his attention back to the strings.
"My stomach feels too swollen to have my legs pressing up against them," she frowned as she sat cross legged. "I'll tell you what, this is already hard. I think it's because I know what's coming and there's not a damn thing I can do about it."
He returned the frown and leant towards her, closing the distance between them as he pressed a kiss to her temple. "Just imagine the first time we hold him."
"I know, I know… it'll make everything worth it."
He winked at her before turning back to the guitar. "I think I might get myself one." He commented as he attempted a slightly harder rift than what he previously had been doing. "I've missed playing, I think Lucy would like it too. I mean, I already know that you do."
"We never really talked about this," Lindsay giggled as she shifted her body so that she was facing him. "I remember that case with the band and the promoter who was covered in glue… you said you played. You'd never tell me what you meant though."
"I was pretty mean to you," he smirked. "Didn't I totally leave you collecting the evidence for like an hour and a half by yourself?"
"Yep!" she agreed enthusiastically. "And I had to call you about ten times so that you'd come and get me with the evidence because you had they keys. I was so mad because you'd given me that tidbit of information and then you left me hanging and refused to elaborate. Jerk."
"Well, if you must know-"
"I must," she nodded.
"I played in college," he began with a shrug. "It was me and two of my friends. We played bars and open mic nights and I used to do vocals and guitar. During the first summer of college we even went on a road trip to try and get ourselves known, we drove all day, stopped in a town that looked lively, found an open mic night and played. And if we couldn't find an open mic night, we'd just stand on the corner of some random, busy street and see what happened. We were doing pretty good for a while but eventually we ran out of money and my Dad and uncle had to drive to North Carolina to get us. My dad was pretty pissed; my uncle found it hilarious which pissed my dad off even more. It was the next baseball season when I injured my hand and I couldn't really work the strings properly so we called it. It was just something else to add to the hit list, you know? Something else I'd failed at."
"That injured hand took a lot from you," Lindsay frowned. "Things could have been a lot different."
"Probably," he nodded. "But if that had worked out, we probably wouldn't be sat here right now. You wouldn't be pregnant and we wouldn't have Lucy. We wouldn't have our wedding rings or the years of marriage behind us, so yeah I guess it was a lot to take at the time, but things worked out for the best. I was meant to be a CSI and I was meant to be your husband. I can't argue with that."
"Neither can I." she smiled as she pressed her forehead against his. "I'm going to go make a drink. Want one?"
"Nah," he shook his head. "Thanks though."
She stood with a little help from Danny and padded through the cabin, enjoying the novelty of having hardwood floors underneath her feet. It really felt like she was back at home in Montana.
With the breeze filtering in from the opened window in the kitchen, Lindsay pulled down the sleeves of Danny's long sleeve shirt as she filled the kettle with water. The last two hours had been… beyond anything she'd ever imagined. She'd never felt so relaxed in her entire life; all thanks to her husband within the next room. She shifted again in the shirt she'd grabbed from the floor, rearranging the material; trying to make it a little looser where she needed it. She wasn't used to Danny's things fitting her snugly. She'd never really had that problem… but now, five months into her pregnancy; she was finding that things of his were already a little tighter around her tummy.
It's all for the greater good, she reminded herself as a button just over her stomach burst open. She rolled her eyes and cursed Danny for being so slim. Okay, well she didn't really mean that. She smirked to herself. She wouldn't take Danny any other way. He was like a perfectly sculpted God. Even if his six-pack had reduced down to a four-pack in recent years, she couldn't complain. Especially after that loving… She definitely couldn't complain about him.
Settling against the counter and running her tongue lightly across her lips, Lindsay could still taste the remnants of Danny's kisses on her lips. She could feel her insides tighten as she let her mind wander back to the bedroom where the honeymoon festivities had ended not so long ago. After they'd caught their breath and thrown some items of clothing on, they'd retreated to the living room for some cuddling on the couch, but when Danny had found the guitar, he'd been like a little boy on Christmas morning finding the one thing he'd wished for all year. That had left her with plenty of time to just watch him as he concentrated on the strings and tunes he was playing.
She collected up the kettle as it boiled and poured the hot water onto her tea bag before dipping it into the water a few times before throwing it in the trash can. She quickly made her way back to the living room and furrowed her brow as she saw Danny hanging up his cell phone with a smile on his face.
"Who was that?"
"No-one." He shrugged. "One of those automated telemarketers."
"What you smiling for then?"
"No reason." He shook his head before placing the guitar against the coffee table. He moved onto the couch and held out his arm, gesturing for Lindsay to come and sit next to him.
"I don't believe you for some reason." She said with arched eyebrows as she snuggled next to him and cradled her cup in between her two hands.
"Don't believe me," he mused. "You've had all your surprises now, Linds. I'm not plannin' anythin' else. Don't worry about that."
"I don't know how many more surprises I could have dealt with," she giggled. "I'm still adjusting to this one," she gestured around them to the log cabin. "This is so amazin'."
"It really is," he whispered in his accent that, over the years had slowly lost its New York distinctiveness. Their accents had slowly begun to merge into one. She'd taken on some of his New York twangs and sayings, whereas he didn't have such a strong accent anymore. Their accents had always been the one thing that never really merged. Their lives, on all accounts had merged effortlessly years ago. It seemed that now even the way they spoke was becoming one.
"I think it's finally sinkin' in that we're on our honeymoon together… did you ever think we'd get this far?" he asked, pressing a kiss to her temple.
"Did I think we'd ever get a honeymoon? I damn well hoped so!" she scoffed. "There were times where I thought you wouldn't make it and I'd be coming by myself though," she teased.
"No, not that," he rolled his eyes as he wrapped his arm a little tighter around her shoulders. "I mean two kids, tryin' to buy a house… all of that. Did you ever think we'd get there? Did you think we had it in us?"
"I hoped we did," she smiled. "On a good day I thought we would make it. But there were some days where I wasn't too sure. We didn't really know each other for a long time and we held a lot back. Hell, I didn't even know myself up until a few years ago; I don't know how I was supposed to let you know who I was when I didn't know myself. I think we were meant to be though; with so many obstacles that were in our way, the fact that we overcame them all tells me we are something special."
"You can say that again," he smiled.
"Speaking of the house I'm a little nervous," she said quietly.
"About what?"
"It falling through." She frowned. "I really loved it and we haven't heard anything for weeks. Surely we should have heard something by now."
"Maybe," he shrugged. "I just think these things take time, they know we were interested so I guess they're just trying to work things out. I'm not worried, babe. I have a good feeling about it."
"I just… I hope I haven't talked myself up to us getting it when there's a chance it might not happen. I mean in my mind, it's ours… when really, it isn't. Not yet at least."
"Hey, we don't know for sure, okay? Hell, the realtor could call us right now and tell us it's ours."
"Oh yeah, like that would ever happen."
"Hey, you never know… someone might be sat up there, writing out our story and thinkin' yep, they're gonna find out in three – two – one…" they both paused waiting for a ringing from one of their phones. "Okay maybe not…" Danny smirked as the silence of the Log cabin disproved his theory. "Or maybe there's a delay."
"Or maybe you're crazy." Lindsay wiggled her eyebrows as she took a sip of her drink.
"What does that make you then, you married me!" He flashed her a grin, to which she returned before sobering.
"I just… I don't know," Lindsay sighed as she removed the cup from her lips and offered it to Danny to take a sip. He obliged and sipped her drink before scrunching his face up and handing it back to her silently, trying to remove the taste from his tongue with his disgruntled faces; it was safe to say that he most definitely wasn't a fan of Lindsay's green tea. "In my head I've already decorated the rooms we wanted to do work on, and we've got that bathroom suite installed that we looked at. I just really want that to be our first proper home, you know? I see myself with you at that house when we're sixty. I see Lucy driving down the driveway in her first car on the way to school. I see our son driving up the driveway home for the weekend from college. Its little things like that that I've been imagining and I don't want to let go of those dreams."
"It doesn't matter where we live though Linds, we'll still have all those moments."
"I just imagine it at that house; raising our children in that house." She sighed, looking at him with unshed tears in her eyes. "I see us growing old together in that house… That's what I want."
"And I want it all in that house too, baby… but if it ain't meant to be there, then that means somewhere else is waiting for us to fall in love with it. Wherever we end up, it will be where we're supposed to be. The house we get will be our perfect home."
"How do you know that? What if we don't get this one and just make a mistake and choose a different house and things go wrong?"
"We won't," he whispered. "Whatever happens is supposed to be."
"How do you know though, Danny?"
"I just do… Okay, we were just talking about this; you know how I wasn't supposed to be in the major league. I was supposed to be a CSI. I was supposed to meet you. I wouldn't have done that otherwise. Look at how that worked out. I promise everything will be fine."
"You can promise me that?" she asked, holding out her pinky finger. "Even if you don't know for sure?"
"I promise." He smiled affectionately at her as he linked his pinky with her's. At that moment his face broke out into a huge smile. "Okay so, confession time… You know when you came in and I was hanging up the phone from the telemarketer?"
"Yeah," she nodded.
"I wasn't completely honest with you."
"What?" she blinked. He was grinning but telling her he'd lied. "What do you mean?"
"It wasn't a telemarketer on the phone." He began.
"Who was it? Was it your Mom?"
"No," he shook his head.
"Was it Mac?"
"No," Danny shook his head again. He pulled her right into his side and turned her on the couch so that she was looking towards him. Then, he shifted his body so that he was facing her and pulled her into his arms tightly. He then pressed his forehead against her's as he looked down at her. "Don't get upset-"
"Danny you're scaring me," she looked up at him with watery eyes.
"It was the realtor, Linds."
"What?" she blinked, her mouth slightly agape. "We didn't get it, did we?"
Danny smiled warmly at her. "Not exactly."
"They want more money? We were pressed with the offer we made as it was, we can't offer any more money."
"It doesn't matter babe."
"Of course it matters Danny. What did the realtor say?"
Danny took a deep breath. "They accepted our first offer, baby. It's ours."
The tears that had been brimming in Lindsay's eyes slipped over her lids and cascaded down her cheeks. "What?" she breathed.
"The house is ours." He whispered against her lips.
"We got the house?" Lindsay sniffled.
"It's ours. We sign all the final documents when we get back on Monday afternoon, we got it."
"But... I... I can't believe it… you're sure?"
"One hundred percent," Danny smiled.
"But I don't understand… we were just talking about it. I told you all those things I was worried about and… you knew?"
"I knew." He smirked.
"But-" she blinked at him. "All those things I said…."
"I knew." He smirked. "I just wanted to give it some build up and you played right into my hands. I didn't realise you were so worried about it, sweetheart."
"But… you told me I had no more surprises… did you plan it?"
"I'm good baby, but I'm not that good." He laughed. "Let's say I did though," he winked playfully. "We got it Linds; it's ours to grow old together in. We get all those things you've been thinkin' about."
"I could kill you!" Lindsay implored. "Makin' me all worked up for nothing!" She paused for a moment as he wiped her tears away. "But I might just kiss you instead."
"I think I'd prefer that." He licked his lips as she rose up from where she'd been sitting on the couch, she pushed him backwards onto the couch and slowly lowered herself on top of him.
"I thought you said sexy time was done for today." He chuckled, breaking away from the kiss.
"I lied." She whispered against his lips before pushing herself up so that she was straddling his waist. With an agonisingly slow pace, she began unbuttoning the buttons of his shirt she was wearing.
Sinking his teeth into his lip, Danny watched her breathlessly as she slowly revealed more and more of her skin to him. He'd memorised her entire body over the years and if he closed his eyes, he could envision what she was just about to reveal to him. But even though he'd spent a good two hours over the course of the day undressing her and showing Lindsay just how much he loved her; he was lacking in patience and couldn't deal with Lindsay slowly removing her clothing. He freed his arms from where they were pinned to the couch underneath Lindsay's thighs and secured his fingers around the lapels of his own shirt. He tugged firmly and the remaining buttons popped off his shirt effortlessly, leaving Lindsay in nothing but her bra and panties, with the shirt draping on her arms,
"That was a good shirt," she frowned down at him.
"It's an even better shirt now," he wiggled his eyebrows as he shoved the material down her arms.
"It's a useless shirt," Lindsay mused as she dropped it to the floor before taking her previous place, lying on Danny's chest. After fumbling around to get in position for a few moments, she sighed heavily and laid her head on his chest. "Is it just me or are we not as good at couch sex anymore?
"Well we don't usually have free reign of the house," he reminded her as he wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. "And usually, we've either got to be quick to fit it in, knock that smirk off your face, Montana-" he quipped as he saw her smile stretching across her face at his choice of words, "or the couch is usually out of bounds for sexy time,"
"We used to be really good at couch sex though," she pouted. "Before we were Mommy and Daddy. I miss couch sex."
"Well, stop pouting about it and let's see what we can do here," he licked his lips as he assessed the situation. "Alright, tell you what. Get up a second."
Lindsay obliged and sat cross legged facing him on the couch. He sat next to her before reaching for her and pulling her onto his lap so that she was facing him. She arched her eyebrows.
"Just trust me on this one." He winked at her as he tugged his wifebeater over his head and threw it into the room. He grabbed the remote for the stereo and turned on one of the various CDs within the CD player. He turned the volume down low before turning his attention back to Lindsay. "A little mood music?"
"Cute," she giggled as the soft sounds of a song she couldn't name filtered through the surround sound system.
"I try," he shrugged as his fingers worked their way around her back to unclip her bra. "You know, can I just let it be known that I told you not to bother putting this back on?"
"I know, I know," she rolled her eyes as she pressed kisses against his jaw. She felt Danny unclip her bra and he pulled the straps down her arms before removing it and flinging it behind her. She then stood and slowly removed her black panties, as he launched his boxers from his body.
She licked her lips and wiggled her eyebrows as she stood with her hands on her hips, just admiring Danny for a moment. Playing to his audience, he stretched out and placed his hands behind his head, oozing confidence and cockiness.
"Oh, do you know, sometimes you're too much," Lindsay shook her head as she settled herself on his lap again. "I swear, it's a good job you got me pregnant with Lucy because sometimes I think you're just too big for your boots… no one else would have put up with you like I do."
"Which is why I got you pregnant, I knew my outlook was bleak and I saw a weakness within you…" he smirked, before cupping her face with his hands and pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "You know that isn't true."
"I know, although I do have a weakness for you so…" she returned his loving smile. She returned the kiss eagerly, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him close. She could feel his arousal pressing against her and she felt the desperate need to relieve some of the arousal that was already building up in the pit of her stomach. She removed one hand from where it was wrapped around his neck and she wrapped her small hand around his cock and guided it to her opening.
"Somebody's not one for messin' around." Danny breathed against her lips.
She decided against replying and instead sunk her hips down onto his erection, letting him fill her to the hilt inside. They both let out a sensual moan against the other's lips as she waited to move her hips while she adjusted to him and he found a position where he could meet her half way. Out of the many positions they'd tried in the past, this was one that they hadn't really ever tried. The way they were both sat with Lindsay on top of Danny, had created a spark between them. The position allowed Danny to be buried deep with very little work, and in Lindsay's eyes, it was a winning combination.
She began to slowly rise her hips up from where she'd been pressed against his pelvis, and found that he was quick in meeting her half way as she sunk back down. She bit her lip as he thrust into her when she was still mid air. She moved her hands from where they were wrapped around his neck and instead, she gripped his shoulders for purchase and to keep her balance.
Together, they were quick in gaining momentum and soon the cries and screams of pleasure that had been prominent in the bedroom hours previous had resurfaced in the living room. The stereo was long forgotten, and Lindsay's cries and moans were the only thing that Danny could hear.
"God you're so sexy." He whispered against her neck as he pressed open mouthed kisses to the skin as she continually thrusted against him, meeting him half way.
"I love you," she whispered against his lips.
He wrapped his arms around her tightly and pulled her closer to his chest before cupping her face with his hands. He held her face so that her eyes were in line with his and she paused her thrusts for a moment, letting her hips meet his so that he was buried deep within her.
"I don't think I'll ever properly be able to tell you how I really feel about you," he whispered, looking her right in the eyes.
"I know how you feel," she kissed him softly. "You don't need to tell me, Danny. I just know."
"You don't," he shook his head. In response to his protests, she wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head against the crook of his neck, basking completely in the closeness that him being buried deep within her brought, accompanied with the words he was whispering.
"It hasn't always been perfect between us, but I'll tell you what Linds, being here this weekend has made me realise how perfect we are together. How much I love you."
Lindsay swallowed and reached for his dog-tags that were dangling down his neck. She laced her fingers through the metal necklace and twisted her body so that she was laid on the couch cushions and as she lowered herself down, she brought Danny with her. She had so much that she wanted to say to him on the tip of her tongue, but she figured that she could wait. He'd given her enough to think about for now. With their new, trusted position, Lindsay locked her legs around his waist and pulled him close as she settled on the cushions behind her.
He lowered his hips to meet hers and they began their rhythm once more… but, this time it was slower. They were moving in time to one another. Each time he thrust into her, her head knocked the arm of the couch, and after about the fourth time of watching her bang her head, Danny placed his hand in-between the arm and her head, taking most of the blow instead, and in watching him do that, Lindsay felt the pressure in her stomach build up just that little bit closer to her boiling point. It wasn't how he made her feel, because he always made her feel like she was utterly satisfied. It was moments like that, where he showed her by his actions that he cared. He cared enough to take the brunt of her banging her head against a cushioned arm because she knew he didn't want her to hurt herself. He cared enough to wrap his arms around her in a protective cocoon while he made love to her. He cared enough to arrange a simple but perfect honeymoon for her; just because he loved her.
He pressed a kiss to her forehead and whispered something she didn't quite catch. She could feel the beginnings of her orgasm and she tightened her grip of her legs around his waist, drawing him in further.
His fingers on his free hand that wasn't protecting her head from the arm of the couch travelled the well known path to her core but before his fingers made contact with their intended destination, her hand reached out and stopped him. Instead, she laced their fingers together as she held his hand tightly. Tonight, she didn't need any gentle nudging over the edge. He'd done a perfect job in getting her there himself.
She squeezed his hand tight and felt the breath catch in her throat as she felt the fluttering of her imminent release.
"I – I – I'm-"
Instead of her crying out, telling Danny how close she was, or what it was she needed him to do, he sealed his lips to hers, absorbing the passion in her kisses as she came around him. She'd lost count of the orgasms he'd inflicted on her today, but none of them had been any less than the one before it. It was intense and powerful, leaving her breathless; especially with the kiss she was currently tangled up in. She squeezed his hand tighter as her most intimate muscles mirrored her actions and tightened around him as he buried himself deep within her.
Suddenly, he froze against her as he made one final thrust into her core. He broke away from her lips and buried his head in the crook of her neck, exhaling a long, satisfied breath against her skin, sending shivers down her very content body.
She felt Danny relax against her as he pressed soft kisses to her shoulder, the small smile on his face tickling her delicate skin.
"What are you smiling at?" she asked, her breath still coming in bursts.
"I can't even remember how we ended up on the couch havin' sex." He chuckled.
"I can," she giggled as she ran her fingertips up and down his sides affectionately. "You told me we'd got our dream house, then you started being a smartass, then you were cute, and then I think you went on and sealed the deal by bein' all romantic."
"Sounds like a winning combination."
"It appears like it was." She whispered, her eyes beginning to flutter shut. "I don't know about you, but all of this sex today has me exhausted."
"It could also be the baby you're carrying around."
"It could," she agreed. "I can't move." She implored. "Take me to bed?"
He considered her plea for a moment. He wordlessly reached for the remote for the stereo and switched it onto standby before extracting himself from their mixture of limbs on the couch. He instantly then reached down and wrapped her up in his arms, holding her across his chest, cradling her close.
"You need anything before we go to bed?" he asked as he carried her through the living room, switching the lights off as they left the room.
"Nope," she shook her head. "Just you."
There we have it, another chapter done and dusted. I have a few more up my sleeve so don't go too far. I'll be back soon. Hopefully my writer's block will safely go and we'll be ready for another burst of chapters! Thanks for reading. I hope you guys liked it. Please let me know what you thought! :)
