A/N: Once again, thank you so much for the reviews. They just keep pouring in, and I am overwhelmed by the words of encouragement. Thank you so much!
I am so glad that people were so positive about the little interlude at the beginning of the last chapter. I was very nervous about putting that in - not sure how it would go over. I have included something like that, this time from Danny's perspective. Let me know if you like it or not!
Danny and Lindsay don't belong to me. They belong to each other. Oh, and CBS.
Danny smirked as he tossed his squirming wife onto their bed. He stood over her and savoured the way she looked up at him with a playful little smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She had one leg draped off the end of the bed, the other bent at the knee, her delicate foot resting on their soft bedding. Her arms were spread wide out at her sides and her hands reached out and grabbed fistfuls of the comforter. She was a vision of loveliness. She was everything he'd never known he'd always wanted, rolled up in a beautiful package.
He couldn't believe what she had done for him tonight. He had been so beaten down with tiredness and stress when he had left the office and begun his journey home. But finding that his wife had taken the time to plan out this amazing night for him, simply because she wanted to cheer him up, made his heart melt.
She had thought of every detail - the teasing at the door, the lighting, the music, everything. Her sexy little dance had driven him absolutely wild, and it was something that he had always wanted to see, but had never had the courage to ask her to do for him.
The cheerleader outfit was definitely a keeper. He was going to ask her to hang onto that one. And the dirty talk. Sweet lord, he loved the dirty talk. For such a shy, quiet, unassuming country girl, she really had a mouth on her at times, and he was forever grateful that this was a side of herself that she felt comfortable enough to share with him.
And he hoped that tonight meant that she had gotten over her fears of pleasing herself in front of him. He hoped that she knew now that he wasn't threatened by it and didn't see it as competition, but as a way for her to express her trust in him. He hoped that she realized what a turn on it had been to see her bring herself to her release, that he had been in complete and utter awe of her the entire time, and that the sounds she made and the way she moved would be burned into his memory forever.
Besides the events of tonight, there were two other nights that stood out in his memory as the most memorable sexual experiences in his life. The first had been his very first time with Lindsay. They had both been dancing around each other for months, aware that there was something there, some chemistry between them, but not sure if they were brave enough to explore it further. The night that they had decided to take the plunge had been one of wild, sweaty, passionate lovemaking that Danny would never forget. He had needed to get his pool-table re-covered after that night, but it had been so worth it. Anything was worth it if it meant being closer to her.
The second perfect night had been only a few short months ago. He had recently started to recover sensation in his legs and had been cleared by his doctor to walk with the aid of a cane. It had meant that at the end of the day, he was tired and sore, and usually grumpy. But he was out of the wheelchair and that was what mattered most to him.
Lindsay had been his shining beacon of hope during those difficult months. She had stood by him, encouraged him, and made him feel special when he had felt anything but. They had fooled around while he was first confined to the wheelchair, and later he had gotten tremendous emotional satisfaction from bringing Lindsay to orgasm using his fingers and his tongue, even though there was no physical satisfaction for him at the time.
One night, he had made his way slowly to their bedroom to see Lindsay standing on her side of their bed, wrapped only in a bath sheet, wringing the excess water from her hair with a smaller towel. And he had felt it... the urge to touch her, to feel her, to love her.
She had looked up, feeling his eyes on her, and smiled at him.
"Hey baby, you almost ready for bed?"
He had let his eyes run up her body, starting at her toes and ending at her beautiful brown eyes. Then he had said, very simply, "Lindsay, I want you."
She looked at him, a confused expression on her face. "You want me to what, sweetie?"
"I want you, Lindsay," he repeated, making his way over to the foot of the bed and sitting down. "Just you. I want to make love to you."
She discarded the small towel she had been using on her hair into the laundry hamper in the corner of the room and moved to sit down beside him.
"Are you sure?" she asked tentatively.
"I am so very very sure," he said, swallowing the nervous lump that had formed in his throat and turning to look at her, cupping her cheek in his hand. "You are so wonderful, and I love you so much, Linds. I just want to be able to feel you again."
Lindsay raised her own hand and placed it on top of his and turned her face so that she was kissing his palm, keeping his hand in place with her own.
"I want to feel you again, too, Danny," she murmured into his fingers, "but I don't want to hurt you."
"Linds, I promise that I'll tell you the second it gets too much. But please," he pleaded, "let me try."
And he had made gentle, sweet love to his wife that night. Finally able to join himself with her again, he had felt whole for the first time in months. He had been terrified that it wouldn't feel the same, that he wouldn't feel the same to her. But it had been a night where their love had been expressed through tender caresses and gentle touches, a night that had made them both aware of the depth of the connection that they shared. And what they could have lost.
It was that revelation, more than the sex itself, that had been seared into Danny's memory. It was the night that he had realized that he had found his soul mate.
As he looked again at the woman staring up at him from the bed a slow smile spread across his face.
"What are you thinking about, Mrs. Messer?" he asked.
"I'm just thinking that I like what I see, Mr. Messer," she shot back. As the words were leaving her mouth, she stretched her leg out and ran her toes up the inside of his thigh until she came to the fabric of his button-down shirt that was hanging down covering him from her view.
"But I think that you're a little overdressed, babe." She tangled the loose fabric in her toes and slid the bottom of his shirt upward, her heel brushing against his leg as she pushed the material out of her way.
"There," she said as she admired his still semi-erect cock, her foot still resting on his thigh, "much better."
"You know Lindsay, we've talked about this," said Danny teasingly. "When you want something, you really need to remember to use your words."
He moved his hand to the foot that was pressed against him so that he could run his fingers softly from the tips of her toes down to her ankle.
Lindsay took in the perfect specimen that was her husband. There really was no more wonderful sight to her than Danny standing over her, his eyes filled with longing. Unless, of course, that longing was replaced by that predatory glint he sometimes got in his eye.
He wanted her to use her words? Fine.
"Lose your shirt, Messer," she said in a quiet but firm voice.
"And what if I don't?" he asked.
She moved her foot swiftly from his thigh to his groin, pressing against him and slowly moving her foot up and down along his shaft, feeling him harden at her touch. Danny moved his fingers from the top of her foot to gripping her ankle, guiding her motions.
She stared up at him, listening as his breathing became harder. She held his gaze as she continued to massage him with her foot. She felt Danny's fingers gently moving from her ankle and up her shin, swirling his fingers around in a gentle motion that was driving her crazy. She watched as he closed his eyes to let the sensation of her touch wash over him.
The moment his eyes closed, Lindsay pulled her foot away from him and placed it once again down on the bed. She fought - and lost - to suppress a giggle at the shocked expression on Danny's face as he opened his eyes to look down at her lying on the bed.
"Hey!" he said, "I was enjoying that!"
"I know you were, cowboy," she giggled, a playful smile forming on her face. "That's why I stopped."
Danny stared at her, his mouth gaping open for the umpteenth time that night.
"You done teasing me, Montana?" he asked.
Her playful smile widened into a mischievous grin.
"Never," she replied. "Getting you all riled up is way too much fun."
"You better watch what you say, babe."
"Or what?" she asked innocently.
"Or I might have to make you pay."
"I'd like to see you try," she huffed at him.
"Oh yeah? We'll see about that," said Danny, stepping forward to kneel on the foot of the bed, his knees on either side of her legs.
"Will we now?" asked Lindsay as she attempted to wiggle her way up to the head of their bed, away from him. Her progress was stopped as Danny grabbed her ankles, pulling her back down to him, her legs spread wide.
"Oh yes," he said quietly. "We will."
He leaned forward and rested his forearms on either side of her face, trapping her in a cage made from his body. She made another feeble attempt to escape, but was stopped by the Danny's strong hands.
"You've been such a good girl tonight," he growled into her ear, "why did you have to go and ruin it by being so naughty?"
She could feel his erection pressing on her hip. She arched herself up toward him and ground her lower body into his, eliciting a low groan from Danny. He lowered his head and began sucking aggressively at the joint between neck and shoulder, his right hand moving from up by her head to the hem of her sweater. Her eyes closed as his fingers explored the skin just underneath the edge of the fabric, tracing soft, intricate patterns.
He kissed his way up to her earlobe, tugging it gently between his teeth and rolling the soft skin around, licking and sucking. As he did so, his hand ventured further north, sending shivers down her spine as he inched his way up her body.
His left hand joined his right as they explored Lindsay's toned stomach and sides under her sweater. Danny suddenly stopped. His mouth disappeared from her ear, and his hands from under her sweater. She moaned at the loss of his touch against her skin.
Her eyes snapped open in surprise as she felt her sweater lifted gently and Danny slid his head underneath the fabric and was now licking and sucking the taut skin on her stomach, concealed from her view. She gasped as his tongue flicked into her belly button, then sighed with contentment as he placed warm, open-mouthed kisses to the skin just above, making his way slowly, so very painfully slowly, up to her breasts.
"Danny," she panted.
"Hmmm?"
"You're going to... Oh!" she lost her train of thought momentarily as Danny nipped at a particularly sensitive patch of skin just below the underwire of her bra.
"I'm going to what?" Danny asked. She couldn't see his face, but she knew that he was smirking at her.
"You're going to stretch out my sweater," she finished.
"So?" he asked, nipping at her yet again and making her yelp.
"So? If it's all stretched out," she explained, "I can't wear it anymore."
She had never seen Danny move so fast. His head popped out from under the shirt in a flash and she could not help the laughter that escaped her as she looked at how his hair stood up in crazy little spikes all over his head.
"Huh?!?!"
"Danny, I don't wear clothes that don't fit me," she explained logically.
"What?" he asked, crestfallen. "It's not ruined is it?"
She reached her finger out and tapped the end of his nose.
"No, I don't think so, babe," she said. "I think we caught it just in time."
"Oh good," he said, clearly relieved. "Because I definitely want you to wear this again."
He reached down and gently helped her to remove the sweater, placing it reverently on the floor beside the bed. She watched with a smile on her face, reaching around behind her to undo the clasp on her bra.
Danny reached down to help her remove her bra, throwing it over his shoulder carelessly. He sat back on his heels to take in his wife's beauty. Her perfect breasts rising and falling with each breath. Her toned stomach still glistening with his kisses.
He leaned down to her and pressed a kiss to her forehead. He then kissed each of her cheeks, her nose, her chin. Finally, hovering just above her lips he looked into her eyes.
"I love you, Lindsay."
"I love you too, Danny," she replied, smiling up at him. She gently caressed his face with her fingers, running them down from his hairline to his chin. "Make love to me," she said as she pulled his face down to hers for what was going to be a deep and passionate kiss.
A/N: I'm sorry, I know it's horrible of me to leave you hanging like that. I really am a shameless tease. But hey, it worked for Lindsay! I only hope that there was enough smut in this chapter to keep you satisfied for a few days until I can update again.
As you may or may not know, I'm off to visit friends who live in the stone age and have no internet. I know! What are they, savages?!? So, I will not be updating until probably Tuesday or Wednesday next week - whenever I manage to make it back to civilization!!!
As always, please read and review!
