A/N: This, I believe, is the much awaited chapter. ;)... I had fun writing it, and I hope everyone feels free to leave comments and reviews. I love hearing what you all think. This fandom is the best. There should be one more final chapter after this (maybe two, I'm obviously horrible at making these things short :P)
They kissed frantically, hands everywhere, Mindy tugging at Danny's hair, scraping her nails along his nape. He grasped her waist, pulling her forward on the counter, grunting in frustration at the restraint caused by her pencil skirt.
Impatiently, he tugged it down, lifting her slightly to free the offending garment, all the while barely breaking contact with her lips. He tossed the thing in the floor, pulling her knees apart, a smug little smile on his lips.
Mindy broke away from him, frowning. "Danny, don't throw it in the floor. That's a three hundred dollar article of clothing."
He looked back at her, panting heavily, a shade of neon pink lipstick smeared across his lips. Trying to process what she was saying, he shook his head. "What? Three hundred dollars?"
She smiled, pulling him back to her. "Yeah, I mean, that blouse you destroyed was on sale at TJ Maxx, don't tell anyone by the way, but that skirt was from Alexander McQueen's fall collection, you can't just throw it in the floor."
Danny grunted, still trying to process why she'd put things on pause, when it finally dawned on him, he shook his head, reaching forward to pull her closer. "Are you kidding me? You were just sitting in the floor. I think it'll be ok." Flush against him, the soft cotton of his button down brushing against her breasts, she gasped, a foggy look of desire settling over her face, skirt forgotten.
He pulled her into a slow probing kiss, stopping to look at her face after a couple minutes. She gazed back up at him with dilated pupils, lips parted involuntarily, her mind totally wiped. "Huh?"
She glanced at her hands, firmly grasping his arms through the fabric of his shirt. Frowning, she ran her thumb across the material. "How is it that I'm buck naked, and you're still completely clothed?"
Danny laughed, releasing her momentarily. He reached up and started unbuttoning his shirt. "You had a head start."
She shook her head, stilling his fingers, she brushed his hand out of the way. Palms flat against his chest, she smiled up at him deviously. "That's hardly fair. I had a little help." She fisted her hands in the material at her fingertips, yanking it apart, grinning as the buttons flew in every direction.
"Mindy!"
Danny wanted to be annoyed with her, but the satisfaction on her face was too much. He felt a matching smile slowly rising to the surface. "I guess we're even."
She slipped her hands beneath the open shirt, trailing her fingers along his ribcage, an open look of curiosity on her face. The smile she'd sported so recently fell away, replaced by dry mouthed desire.
He shivered under her touch, pulling her close once again, craving skin to skin contact. Her arms slipped around his back, fingers digging into the muscles along his spine as she pressed herself against him. Her lips found their way to his collar bone, trailing wet kisses up his neck. He felt his heart rate pick up, knocking against his sternum.
She pulled back slightly. "God, Danny, you're like a thousand degrees." Arching her eyebrow, she trailed her hand down his chest, stopping briefly at his navel before dipping down to unbutton his slacks. He was beyond aroused, and when she finally slipped her hand beneath the material, he let out a tortured groan.
Impatiently, he reached behind her, digging his own fingers into her ass as he dragged her against him, capturing her lips with his once more. He kissed desperately, trying to make up for all the times he'd held back. He could feel her panting against him, short labored breaths coming out between kisses.
Reaching down, he skimmed along the soft skin of her inner thigh, his hand hovering at the apex. She pulled away abruptly, her hand grabbing him by the wrist. "Wait." The word came out on a gasp as she shook her head, clearing out the fog.
His stomach dropped to his toes. "You don't…?" She'd changed her mind? He swallowed, beginning to pull back, but she didn't release his wrist. She was still staring at him, passion burning in her eyes, the flush of a clearly aroused woman on her skin, still panting slightly. He didn't understand.
"Hands."
He frowned at her. "What?"
"Wash your hands, Danny. I don't want, like, a UTI or something. You touched that door handle like five minutes ago." She smiled. "And, you're a sweaty mess. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's hot, but like, also, gross."
He was speechless, his mouth dropping open, suddenly feeling self-conscious about the sheen of perspiration on his skin. He raised his arm, swiping at his forehead. Mindy cocked her head to the side, suddenly reminded that Danny surprisingly took a lot of the things she said to heart. Reaching forward, she took his face in her hands and ran her fingers along the stubble at his jaw. She pulled him close, kissing him slowly. "I mean, mostly hot."
He sighed contentedly, reluctantly pulling away from her, turning to the sink. Laughter bubbled up, unbidden, his eyes crinkling as the sound bounced against the tiles. The humor of the situation struck him as he was rinsing his hands off. This was probably the least erotic thing he could think of right now. Washing his hands, and yet he still felt the anticipation in his chest, the need still coursed through him.
He turned to her, hands up, the way he did when he scrubbed in for surgery. He dropped a quick hands-free peck on her lips. She smiled, pulling paper towels from the dispenser next to her head and dried his hands, tossing the used up paper in the floor.
The mirth between them vanished, desire clouding Mindy's eyes, but she didn't release him. She held his hands in front of her, looking at them. "I've always like your hands." The confession was soft, unexpected. "They're strong, yet somehow graceful. Surgeon's hands." She lifted them, placing a feather light kiss on one palm. "I've always wondered, perhaps idly, how they would play across my skin. Would it be tentative, yet determined, like you play the piano?" She shifted to his neglected hand, dropping another kiss there. "Or firm and decisive, like when you're in surgery?"
Danny stared at her as she held his hands, his chest tight, a feeling he wasn't prepared to analyze washing over him. He gently extricated himself from her grasp, settling his hands on the smooth skin of her shoulders. Trailing down her arms, he brushed at her skin, squeezing here and there.
The trail slowed to a stop at her elbows, moving to her torso, he ran his knuckles along her ribcage, brushing the underside of her breasts with his thumbs. She jerked slightly, a gasping giggle escaping her lips. She looked up at him sheepishly. "I may be ticklish… or something."
Frowning, he began to withdraw his touch. "Oh, um, sorry."
Before he could remove his hands she laid her own over his, looking up at him with wide. "No. I like it." After a gentle squeeze, he shifted slightly to palm one of her breasts as he leaned forward, drawn back to her mouth. His other hand settled at her hip, fingers splayed across her smooth skin.
As before, when his lips met hers, it was as though switch had been flipped. A hunger inside of him pulled at her lips, and his hands were suddenly everywhere at once, sliding here and there, trying valiantly to eradicate all barriers between them. She giggled against him, her smile curving against his lips.
He found himself, once again, parting her legs, searching for the heat. He found it this time, slipping between the slick folds, catching the sigh issuing from her lips with his own. Her eyes fluttered shut, brow furrowing as she concentrated on the pulsating feeling within her. Her lips parted, no longer able to concentrate on kissing Danny back, she basked in the pleasure before her as his lips plucked at hers.
She shifted her hips to accommodate his ministrations, and he delved deeper, brushing his thumb against her clit as his fingers curled slightly inside of her, seeking out that illusive center of pleasure. She felt the muscles in her stomach contract as she clenched around him, the hypersensitive nerves responding immediately.
Laughter rumbled through his chest at her reaction. "Ticklish?"
Attempting a reply, little incoherent noises came out of her mouth. He caught the sound issuing from there with a kiss, relishing the vibration against his lips as his fingers moved diligently against her. She was lost to him, temporarily, unaware of her surroundings as she clutched desperately at his shoulders, her fingernails leaving uniform crescent marks on his skin. Her eyes fluttered open, as little shudders of pleasure began to course through her. She said his name over and over between pants.
He hadn't known it would be like this, that just seeing her lose control would be very nearly enough to send him over the edge. He was desperately close. She let go of his shoulders, slipping her hands up his neck, threading her fingers through his hair. She blinked rapidly, trying to regain control of her ability to think. There was something she wanted, needed, urgently. Finding the words proved to be nearly impossible, as he moved expertly against her, applying pressure in the exact right spot. "Danny, wait….. I want…" Her eyes rolled back a little, a whimper escaping her as a second wave of pleasure crashed over her. She could still feel it building within her, that final dam hadn't broken yet. She squeezed her eyes shut, concentrating. "Damn it, Danny…. I need you closer… I need more of you."
Seeing her struggle to articulate her desire for him, pushed him up to the precipice. He wanted her as close as possible before taking his own pleasure. He knew feeling her against him, being inside of her, would send him spiraling into the abyss, and he didn't want to leave her disappointed. When he didn't immediately make a move to shift his position, her eyes flew open, lit with impatience.
She reached down, grabbing his wrist tightly as she narrowed her eyes. "Danny!"
He withdrew, reluctantly, making short work of his fly, freeing himself. Grunting as he pushed into her, a spasm shuddered through him, his abdominal muscles clenching briefly. He paused, savoring the wet heat against him. He clutched at her hips, briefly wondering if he'd leave a bruise. He pulled out and thrust into her again, a little more roughly than he'd intended, but he'd already began to lose control.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in the hollow beneath his ear. He could hear her little moans of pleasure, sounding out in time to his thrusts. He held on for dear life, hoping that she would find her release before he was finished. Finally, the moans in his ear shifted to a sharp cry as her legs tightened around him, the muscles inside mirroring the action. He thrust into her one last time before shuddering against her.
Echoes of their labored breathing bounced off the tiles around them. Mindy dropped a kiss on his shoulder where she'd pushed his shirt down a bit, not minding the slightly salty taste of his sweat drenched skin.
Danny pulled back enough to look at her, resisting the urge to cup her face and drop light kisses on the corners of her mouth, the bridge of her nose, her temples. Instead, he stared at her, his eyes full of questions, his hands still gripping at her hips. She looked back at him, in a languid state of post-coital bliss, completely unaware of his inner conflict. Her half lidded eyes and smug smile telling him exactly how satisfied she was. He swallowed, making a concerted effort to step back from the unexpected feelings engulfing him.
She looked like that cat who caught the canary, so happy with herself. He felt the corner of his mouth twitch up. Slowly a full blown smile crept across his face. "Looks like your man-trap worked."
She let out an indignant huff, eyes narrowing. "Danny, I told you—"
He stopped her words with a kiss, this time giving into the urge to cup her cheeks gently, one thumb caressing her skin. "I've been trapped for a while now, Lahiri."
