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Lindsay stood in her kitchen, waiting for her Danny to wake up from their monthly night out with the team. Danny had far too much to drink that night, and since Lindsay's apartment was the closest, she volunteered to put him up for the night. Don't get her wrong, she enjoyed dealing with Danny most of the time, but when he is drunk he gets a little handsy – not that she didn't enjoy it. It was harmless really, Danny was a happy drunk, and tended to just go straight to sleep whenever he was horizontal.

Lindsay flicked the radio onto an old smooth music station; she swayed along with her favourite Elvis tracks, and concentrated on making her breakfast. Lindsay assumed her newly acquired roommate would not be up for a while, and even when he did get up, he wouldn't want anything to eat, so she resumed by getting the ingredients for breakfast for one. Lindsay stirred the bowl vigorously, being careful not to make too much noise. Occasionally, she popped her head around the door to check on sleeping beauty. Of course, Danny was out cold to put it nicely. He would not be available to the living realm for at least an hour, or so Lindsay presumed.

"Wise men say…" Lindsay sang in hush reverent tones, so not to disturb Danny.

The sound of Lindsay's dulcet tones woke Danny from his slumber, and he just lay there listening to her sing, not daring to move for fear she may hear him and stop. The voice started to grow closer, and in a moment of panic, Danny closed his eyes and turned over while Lindsay peeked in once more. The thought that she was watching him was strangely satisfying to Danny, almost as though it was an everyday occurrence for them, or a little game they play.

Danny took a deep breath, and finally pulled the covers from him. He had obviously taken off his jacket and shirt when he got in, but the real mystery was the whereabouts of his missing clothes. Danny toyed with the idea of greeting Lindsay in his wife-beater and jeans, but he did not want her to get the wrong impression. On the other hand, he had a valid reason for his lack of shirt, and whatever impression she did get, Danny was happy. For a while now, he had been planning to ask her out, but the right time never arose as yet. Lindsay wasn't just a girl you could call and ask to dinner, he felt compelled to make the effort in the attempt. Everything must be perfect. What was more perfect than waking up to the girl of your dreams singing love songs and checking on you. It was settled, Danny knew he had to ask her that morning.

Danny toed around the door, and walked out in the lounge. Lindsay was just behind the wall that separated the living room and the kitchen. His heart was racing a thousand miles a minute and his palms started to sweat. Never before had Danny Messer been nervous about asking someone out on date, it was almost a regular occurrence for him now.

Danny took one last deep breath, wiped his hands on his jeans, and entered the kitchen. The door was silent, that Lindsay didn't even turn when he stood in the doorway. Lindsay was standing in front of the grill, watching her pancakes sizzling away intently. Danny crept up behind her, taking in every moment he was able to stare at her without her knowing. In a matter of seconds, he was only inches away; Lindsay was still humming along to the music, now the song was "Love Me Tender". Words occasionally escaped breathlessly, sending Danny's mind racing. Without hesitation, Danny wrapped his arms around Lindsay's waist. Lindsay, however, didn't tense. She just let him hold her for a moment; actually, she fit perfectly into the curves of his body. Danny could feel her relax against him after a second of him holding her. Danny waited before he said anything, for the moment, he just wanted to feel her in his arms, memorise the scent of her hair. Lindsay moved slightly, and her top moved with her; electricity passed through Danny's fingers as he was touching her skin ever so slightly. The position didn't feel wrong or awkward, if fact they both wondered why they had never stood like this before. It was literally amazing.

"I love you, Montana" Danny thought aloud, mentally cursing the afterthought.

If he hadn't had been so relaxed, the thought would have stayed in his head. Of course, he was now a vibrant shade of red, and he prayed Lindsay didn't turn around. He prayed harder that she didn't hear it. But that was inevitable; he practically whispered it right into her ear.

Lindsay moved her hand ever so slightly, and rested it upon his hand. A second of silence felt like a lifetime.

"I know" Lindsay turned around to face him, and said with a slight smirk. She briefly kissed him, not lingering, it felt like it was over all too quickly for them both, "I love you too"

Now, Lindsay went back for another, and this time, took her time to enjoy. And to make sure Danny enjoyed it too.