A/N: Thanks again for your wonderful reviews, they are so greatly appreciated!
A/N2: I still don't own any of them and should be able to return them tomorrow when I'm finished. Second last chapter here, hope you enjoy!
SPOILERS: Through and including Snow Day
Passion and desire. It had started with that single kiss in Montana and culminated several months later in one steamy night spent on a pool table.
How had she ever let him convince her to go shot for shot in a game of eight ball; 'and tequila no less?' She shook her head at the idea. All of her thoughts and expectations had built an anticipation in her that couldn't be denied any longer. He had stupidly bet against her again and when he couldn't pay up she had demanded payment in trade. She marveled at the fact that she hadn't blushed to the tips of her toes upon requesting he provide "something better", 'Ah well, tequila makes me do strange things,' She had thought.
Nothing in her dreams could have prepared her for what transpired. The scorch of his touch, the heat of his lips and warmth of his breath across her body was magical. She was so obsessed with her conquest they weren't even able to make it to the bedroom, he had taken her right there on the pool table; and she had let him.
Pink tinged her cheeks with every touch, kiss, and whisper. Heat pooled low in her belly and spread out quickly, to every extremity making her wanton in her response. He had been unable to control himself as well. His groans had come louder and faster with every touch of her hands and lips; his passion stoked by every sigh whispered in his ear.
That was well over a year ago now but the craving they each felt for the other had yet to die down. As the memories continued to assault her senses she felt her eyes cloud with the prick of tears.
"Lindsay Ann Monroe," Stella sighed. "Please, stop crying, we're going to have to do your makeup yet again if you don't."
Lindsay quickly changed the path of her thoughts as Stella came in and made sure every curl, wisp, and bang in her complicated up-do was arranged perfectly, fluffed her dress once more and hugged her like there was no tomorrow.
"Stella, if you don't stop hugging me I'm going to start crying again," Lindsay choked out through a suddenly constricted chest.
"Oh, right, sorry," Stella quickly dabbed at her own eyes before stuffing the tissue back down the front of her dress. Cocking her head to one side she confided, "You know, the guys aren't having it any easier. I thought Flack was going to need a whole box of tissues all to himself."
That created the desired affect and caused a smile to grace Lindsay's face. "I just hope Danny knows how very much I love him."
"O honey, I'm sure he knows," Stella replied rubbing her hand up and down Lindsay's bare arm. "Are you ready, sweetie, its time to go?"
Lindsay took a deep breath, pasted a smile on her face and nodded. They moved out of the small room and were met by Lindsay's father, Samuel.
For the first time ever, Lindsay saw tears gather in her father's eyes. "Oh dad," she wailed as she gripped him in a bone-crushing hug.
"Lindsay-bear," he replied with an equally large bear hug, "you look so beautiful."
Stella threw her hands in the air shaking her head as Flack came around the corner to see if she was ready. Upon seeing Lindsay with her father he too teared up and Stella quickly grabbed his arm spinning him around while whispering, "Suck it up girlfriend," back to Lindsay.
Lindsay and her father quickly stiffened themselves and tamped down the wave of emotion they were both feeling and approached the sacristy of the church.
Candles graced every pew and flowers were placed on those reserved for family. The florist had never heard of adding daisies to bouquets of orchids but she had complied and they looked lovely. The music was playing softly in the background. Instead of the traditional "Wedding March" on the organ, Lindsay had opted for "The Pachebel Canon in D" on a single violin. The hauntingly beautiful piece soared to the rafters of the large church and resonated delicately around the two hundred and fifty three guests.
Mac, Peyton, Sheldon, Adam, Sid and several lab techs were in attendance as was Danny's entire family and most of Lindsay's. Grandma and Aunt Ruth had stayed behind in Montana. Grandma was too frail to travel and Aunt Ruth volunteered to stay with her.
As they passed through the entryway, Lindsay felt every eye fall upon her but she didn't care, her chocolate brown eyes had met and locked with the deep ocean blue of the man standing in front of Father Garrity.