A/N: Something quick since I've neglected this story! Not my intentions whatsoever! I just need to be in a mood for this story. Enjoy! P.S. This is verrryyy rated M. So if you're uncomfortable with sexual content I suggest you don't read....

"Shit."

"What?" she asked, kissing his jaw, her arms moving from around his neck, hand slipping inside of his jeans.

"I don't gotta condom," he mumbled, watching her face fill with disappointment.

"Are you serious? You don't have any…like in your bathroom?" she asked, her hand emerging from his pants, and folding behind her back. She bit her lower lip, causing him to let out a frustrated groan. She was upset.

"I haven't exactly had time for dating and all that," he sighed, pushing his glasses against his nose, and rubbing his hand over his chin. "I've been so busy."

"Well…when was the last time you've had sex then?" she asked, raising her eyebrow.

"A while…"

"You!" she giggled. "Danny Messer has gone a while without doing it?"

"Well. I mean with some one else yeah. I mean… I just don't have the time or energy to, you know do the whole three date thing. It's easier to just grab some tissues and…"

"Don't finish that sentence," she shook her head. "We'll just…we'll do foreplay," she offered, shrugging. "Can you handle that, Detective?" she cooed, her arms snaking around his neck. Her fingers tugged at a long piece of hair on the back of his head.

"Probably not," he groaned. "But I guess I'll have to deal."

"Good," she whispered, her hands moving down his back and under his t-shirt. She pulled the white cotton shirt from his pants, and began to unbutton it, shrugging it from his body. He stood in a wife beater and jeans, his lips pressing against her neck while her hands wrapped around his back muscles. He unbuttoned her jeans, tugging them towards the ground.

"I've missed you, Alex," he whispered, watching her step out of the jeans.

"Stop getting all emotional on me," she ordered, pushing him into a wall, her hands on his stomach as she met his lips, their teeth clashing in an aggressive kiss. "And just make me call out your name, Messer," she spoke, her lips leaving his mouth, pressing against his shoulder blade.

"You know, If I remember correctly. I'm good at that," he grinned, grabbing her thighs, picking her up.

"Really good," she laughed, her head tilting back as he carried her to his bed. He stood over her, watching her eagerly pull her shirt over her head, a smile coming to his face. Her foot ran against the inside of his jeans, and lightly stopped at his erection. "Don't you wish you had a condom, detective?"

"Mm…yes," Danny moaned, undoing his belt, and pulling his pants to his ankles.

Now clad in light purple pinstriped boxers and a white wife beater, Alex gave him another grin. "Well we need to fix that frown, then," she spoke, sitting up. She undid the clasp on her ivory colored lace bra, and threw it on the floor. "What should we do about that, officer," she cooed, getting on her hands and knees, and crawling to the foot of the bed where Danny was standing.

"I swear you're more in love with that badge. You don't really like me, do yah, Reeves?" He asked her, grabbing her chin and pulling it towards him.

"I find it hot my little Danny is a cop now," she smiled, sitting Indian style. She looked up at him and shrugged, her brown eyes sparkling at him. "You never answered my question," she spoke, lying on the bed, her hands combing through her hair. "I guess I'll figure out something on my own," she sighed, her left hand resting on her left breast, and slowly gliding down her stomach, coming to a stop at her underwear line, her thumb hooking it. She lifted her pelvis up and pulled them down, Danny grabbing them when they hit her knees, and pulling them all the way off for her.

"I really wish I could fuck you right now, Alex," he groaned in physical pain, throwing her underwear aside. He pulled his beater over his head, leaving his boxers on. He'd satisfy her first, and then she'd satisfy him. He leaned over her, his lips connecting against her belly button. His right hand traced lazy circles around her kneecap as he ran his tongue in a circle around her belly button. And as he slid his tongue up her body, he ran his fingers lightly up her leg.

"Oh so do I," she spoke, her breathing getting heavy when his lips hit her left breast. "Shit, so do I," she sighed, clenching the sheets as he moved to her right breast, his thumb stroking the left as he did. She pressed her pelvis against his, his heart pounding at the feel of her wet hotspot against his clothed erection.

"Fuck," he sighed, her hand rubbing against his boxers. "Babe, you gotta stop. I'm gonna come before you even get to me."

Alex let out a giggle. "Sorry I'm so hot."

"More like wet."

"Oh Danny!" she shouted, gripping his sheets when he entered three fingers inside her suddenly. She slightly arched her back, a moan escaping her lips.

"That's the response I wanted," he grinned, pressing his tongue against her flesh, running it in circles, causing her to let out some more moans. "D... Danny."

"Alex."

She let out another moan, before squeezing her eyes shut, and indication she was about to reach her climax. "Go-od," she moaned, her hips twitching, and indication she'd just come. Danny looked up at her as she tried to catch her breath.

"How's that for making it up to you?" he asked her, pressing his lips against hers.

"Good," she panted, her arm wrapping around his neck. "I believe it's your turn though."

"I agree," he nodded his head. "You probably need to use the bathroom real quick though."

"I do," she nodded her head, standing up. "Don't go anywhere, Messer."

"Trust me," he laughed. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Good, good," she smiled, giving him a kiss before she disappeared into the bathroom.