Author's Notes: WARNING! Smut-fest ahead. If you don't care for M-rated fic, or are under the age of consent in your locality, steer clear of this chapter. I promise, you won't miss anything important. It's pretty much PWP and can be summarized as "They kiss and make up".
APOLOGY: I truly apologize that this took so long. First, my laptop died. I had backups of all my chapters and notes, but it was two weeks before I got the laptop back. When I got the laptop back, I had to concentrate on catching up on work. It's that pesky wanting money for food and rent thing! Lastly, I like to have two chapters finished before I post one. And chapter 5 is really driving me crazy. I've never done a WIP before and I'm running into continuity issues already! So I'm going against my own rule by posting Ch. 4 before Ch. 5 is ready, but I don't want to keep my lovely and loyal readers waiting any longer.
THANK YOU! Finally, a big thank you to everyone who has reviewed or put this on their alerts. You keep me going.
And now, on with our story…
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Full headers and disclaimer in Chapter 1
Title: A Father's Heart, Chapter 4 - Smutermission (completed 05/10/2009)
Chapter Rating: M
Word Count: 3,111
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Lindsay awoke the next morning and went in to check on Lucy, who was happily kicking in her crib; awake, but thankfully not fussy. After a quick change, Lindsay took her into the kitchen. She set up the coffee pot, then sat down to give the baby a quick feeding. When the coffee was done, she put the baby in her play gym and fixed some tea for herself. She had been truthful when she told Danny she liked the tea, but that didn't mean she wasn't looking forward to the day when she could drink coffee again.
Danny wandered in, sniffing the aroma appreciatively. He bent down and scooped Lucy up from the play gym, holding her high above his head, then bringing her down to blow kisses on her belly. She giggled, then dribbled milky spit down Danny's chest.
Lindsay smirked and grabbed the small towel she kept handy for just such emergencies. Wetting a corner, she began by wiping the baby's face clean, and settled her back in the play gym. Then she proceeded to wipe her husband's chest.
"I think I warned you about doing that right after she's been fed. I don't make all this milk just so she can spit it back up, you know!"
Danny grinned. The spit-up had dribbled all the way down to the waistband of his pajama bottoms, and he was waiting to see just how far Lindsay would take her cleaning efforts. Last night they had kissed and held each other close, both of them glad that they had been able to talk things out. But make-up sex had never been part of their equation. He didn't have to be at the lab until ten, so maybe…
Lindsay paused as she reached his pants, then looked up, a sly grin on her face, as though she'd read his mind. Tossing the messy towel into the sink, she pulled the elastic waist of his pants and peered down inside, watching the remaining spit-up travel lazily down.
"I think you're going to need a shower, Mr. Messer."
"I thought you were going to finish cleaning me up?" Danny said in his best crestfallen tone.
"Never said you'd be takin' that shower alone!"
She released his waistband, allowing the elastic to snap back. Then she took off running for the bathroom.
"Ooh…you're gonna pay for that one, Mrs. Messer!"
Danny took off running after her, but nearly tripped on his slightly too long sweatpants. Before he could catch her, Lindsay had shed the oversized t-shirt that she used for a nightgown and stripped off her panties. She was bending over to start the water, her tight little derriere wiggling invitingly. Suddenly, Danny couldn't breathe, couldn't think.
Satisfied that the water temperature was just right, Lindsay wondered what happened to her husband. He should have caught her by now. She stood and turned around to find him standing in the bathroom doorway.
"Danny? Is something wrong?" She was beginning to get concerned. Maybe he wasn't completely ok with some of the things they'd discussed last night.
"I…You… I just can't believe sometimes… You're so beautiful."
Lindsay stepped toward him, her hips swaying provocatively. She placed her hands on either side of his waist, stood on tiptoe and kissed him.
Her tongue teased his lips. He opened to her, his own tongue gently tangling with hers as his arms went around her, taking some of the weight off her toes. He brought one hand back up to cradle her head, his fingers tangling in her curls, his thumb gently stroking her ear.
She stuck her index fingers into either side of his pants, working them down over his hips until he stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. Pulling back, she took his hand and led him into the steamy shower.
Grabbing the soap, she worked up a lather and began washing his chest, making sure all traces of the sticky residue were washed away. Then she moved down to wash the area below his waist. Again, she worked up a lather in her hands. First she applied the suds to the area just around his navel, then down into his pubic hair. With that done, she used both hands to gently work the lather up and down his erect member, circling it with her hand and twisting slightly as she moved up its length. The soapy lather eliminated most of the friction that would otherwise have quickly stimulated his release, turning the activity into slow, exquisite torture.
She passed the soap to Danny, who worked up a lather of his own and began to gently apply the suds to her breasts, using his thumbs to swirl around the areole, tickling and flicking her nipples. He'd gotten used to the little spurts of milk that would sometimes result from his attentions. He hadn't gotten up the nerve yet to ask if he could sample her breast milk.
"Danny?" Lindsay had moved to working the lather around his balls, jiggling and caressing them gently, but she stopped suddenly, standing up to face him. The sudden change of mood made him stop as well.
"Hmm?"
"Does that… gross you out?"
Danny shook himself. Sixty to zero in point-two seconds wasn't easy on a guy. "Wh…What? Does what gross me out?"
Lindsay looked down at herself, then looked back up, her soapy hands waving just under her full breasts. "This, when the milk comes out. Does that gross you out?"
Danny couldn't believe his ears. "What?! NO! No. It's not gross. It's…. amazing."
"Oh."
Danny touched a finger under her chin, tipping her face up to look at him. "What is it, sweetheart?"
"It's just, you touch them, but you don't ever… suck on them… anymore. I miss that. But I figured maybe you didn't like the idea of getting milk in your mouth. It's ok if you don't. It's not like I'll be lactating forever."
Danny bent over, his soapy hands grasping his knees as he nearly hyperventilated trying not to laugh.
"Danny?"
"Oh, Montana!" Danny straightened back up, cupped her face in his hands and smiled. "I thought you would freak out if I did that. I've been trying to work up the nerve to ask if it would be ok! I wasn't sure how you would feel about me sucking… you know… where the baby does. But truthfully, I been dyin' to try it!"
Lindsay giggled and shook her head, causing water droplets to fly from her soaking wet hair. "Belly up to the bar, Messer!"
Danny smiled and kissed her. "I know they're kinda sensitive, so you let me know if you want me to stop, ok?" He bent down and gently stroked her nipple with his tongue, swirling it around, listening for any sounds of discomfort.
"Mmmmhh," Lindsay hummed. She renewed her soapy stroking of his cock. She could barely reach him, since she needed to stand straight to allow him access to her aching breasts. They would have to move this to the bed, soon.
Gratified by his success thus far, Danny took her nipple in his mouth and began to suck. Lindsay moaned, reveling in the attention. With one hand tangled in her wet hair, he sent the other down to tease and stroke her clit.
At first, Danny thought Lucy must have been very hungry that morning. He'd sucked a few drops, but nothing more. Then, suddenly, a small spurt of warm liquid was in his mouth. He swirled it around. It certainly didn't taste like milk from the grocery. It was a bit sweeter, with just a hint of saltiness. He didn't think he'd want to put it in his coffee, but it wasn't bad.
He was amazed that he could think of his little baby girl, while having hot, steamy shower sex with his wife. He'd have thought it would put an instant damper on his enthusiasm. But it didn't seem to bother him at all. If anything, it put him in mind of having more children, of seeing Lindsay blossom again, heavy with pregnancy. And even though he knew they weren't ready for another baby just yet, it was still a big turn-on for him. He made a mental note to ask her sometime if she wanted any more children, and if so, how many. He wasn't forgetting her declaration in the hospital that Lucy would be an only child. He was hoping that was just the too-fresh memories of the birth talking. It surprised Danny to realize that, while he'd never thought of having children before, he found himself wanting a large, boisterous brood.
Lindsay was moaning in earnest now, and seemed to have forgotten all about washing anything. Her hands were braced on his chest and she had thrown her head back. Danny increased the pressure on her clit, stroking it with his thumb now as he slid two fingers in and out. He felt her inner muscles spasm as she cried out his name.
"Danny, Danny, DANNY!"
Danny stilled the movement of his thumb, knowing that his wife's clitoris would be hypersensitive for a few moments as she came down from her orgasm. He slowed the movements of his fingers, gently stroking as he felt the muscular contractions that fluttered around them.
Lindsay sighed heavily, opened her eyes and looked up at her husband. "Danny, rinse, towel, bed, NOW!"
Chuckling, Danny quickly rinsed himself off, and made sure that all traces of soapy lather had likewise been rinsed off of Lindsay. He turned off the water, and grabbed the clean towel that had been conveniently placed on the toilet seat. Snapping it open, he wrapped it around both of them. More than a simple bath towel, this was an enormous bath sheet, nearly seven feet long. Made of incredibly soft Egyptian cotton, and ridiculously expensive, he'd invested in two of them after discovering his wife's penchant for starting things in a shower that ended in a bed. He wasn't crazy about wet sheets.
Lindsay had recovered from her shattering release and together they stepped out of the tub, and made their cocooned way out of the bath and into the adjoining bedroom. It was a bit awkward, but it allowed them to keep the connection as they each took one end of the towel and briskly dried off. Danny tossed the towel on the ground and wrapped his arms around his wife, kissing her tenderly. As the heat rebuilt between them, the kiss turned fiery, their tongues dueling. Danny moved to nuzzle Lindsay's neck as she pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed. Breaking contact, she moved to kneel in front of him, her intent clear.
"No, Linds. Not this time," he said as he glanced at the clock. He raised her back up as he stood, one hand hooking under her knees to lift her into his arms. "Sorry babe, but I gotta be at work in 45. I wanna make sure we have time for a proper finale."
Lindsay wrapped her hands around his neck, turned her face into his chest to muffle her giggles. "Geez, Messer, you never let me have * any * fun!"
Danny grinned a devilish grin and tossed a screaming Lindsay into the middle of their queen-sized bed. Growling low in his throat, he climbed up and caged her with his body, arms and knees on either side of her.
"Forgive me if I misinterpreted, but I think * you * had your fun in the shower, Ms. Monroe!"
"That's 'Mrs. Messer' to you, Mister," she squirmed, wriggling to lie comfortably amid the tangled sheets and blankets, "but there's fun – 'getting' and fun – 'giving' and I was looking forward to having a little fun giving."
"Have no fear, 'Mrs. Messer'," he said, lowering himself to resume nibbling her neck and moving up to lightly stroke her ear with his tongue, something he knew would render her nearly comatose with need, "I plan to make sure you give as good as you get."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Danny's eyes fluttered open as he lay on his back. Snaking one arm under Lindsay's shoulders, he drew her into his chest, holding her tightly. He glanced again at the clock, noting that he had just 25 minutes to dress and get to the lab. He'd have to take the bike. No way he could make it in time on the subway. Reluctantly, he kissed the top of her head and gently moved out from under her, pulling the blankets up to keep her warm.
"I guess you gotta go, huh?"
"Yea. I wanna make sure I stay on Mac's good side. You know how he is about bein' on time." Danny ducked into the bathroom. He didn't have time for another shower, so he grabbed a washcloth and gave himself a quick wipe-down. With luck, he'd have time for a more thorough shower in the locker room sometime during his shift. He walked back into the bedroom, where he found Lindsay sitting up in the middle of the bed, the sheet pulled around her back. Her knees were drawn up to her chest, her arms clasped lightly around her legs.
"Danny, what should I tell Mrs. Wells if she calls?" Lindsay followed Danny with her eyes as he quickly gathered clean clothes and began to dress.
"Mrs. Who?" he asked, pulling a tank top over his head.
"Mrs. Wells, the lady from Child and Family Services. She said she'd call today to arrange a visitation."
"Oh, right." He finished buttoning his shirt and reached for the slacks he'd tossed onto the bed. Thrusting one leg through, he looked up as he got his balance on one leg so that he could finish putting his pants on. "I don't know, maybe we should meet the kid. I gotta admit I'm curious what Melinda was about, y'know, puttin' my name down as the father." He pulled his slacks the rest of the way up, latched the hook and zipped them up, wriggling a bit to make sure that everything was comfortably situated.
"And you figure if we go along with things we can do a little investigating and get more information?"
Danny looked up and smiled as he grabbed his belt and began to run it through the loops around his waist. "Exactly. A lot of the girls I went to high school with weren't too smart, but Melinda wasn't like that. She had a pretty good head on her shoulders. It doesn't make sense that she would pull a stunt that had no chance of succeeding. There's something more going on here, and I want to figure out what it is. Maybe I can talk to the kid, see if he remembers his mom sayin' something that will point to who his real daddy is."
"Danny!" Lindsay's jaw dropped, and her eyes widened in shock, "You cannot interrogate a 3 year old boy! Especially not with a social worker watching you!"
Danny chuckled, "Give me some credit, Montana. I'm not going to * interrogate * the kid. I'm just gonna have a conversation with him." Grabbing her robe from where it lay on a small chair by the window, he wrapped it around her shoulders. He kissed her sweetly and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. "Go ahead and set up a time. I won't be home until at least eight or nine, so tonight's probably not good, but I got the next two days off, unless something big comes up."
Lindsay shrugged her arms into the robe. Danny reached out a hand to help her up out of the bed and they walked out of the bedroom, his arm drapped around her shoulders as she wrapped the robe around herself. Danny stopped and turned toward her, placing his hands on her shoulders. "You ok with this, Linds? 'Cause if you want me to just drop it, I will."
She looked up and smiled at him, her arms unfolding so that she could put her hands on his waist. "No, I'm fine with it Danny. I'm kind of curious myself to find out more about this. It's all just so… so unbelievable." She caught the look in his eyes and was quick to add, "Not that I don't believe you, because I do. I do. It's just so bizarre that a woman you never slept with would make a claim like this."
Danny smiled sheepishly. "Um… just so we're clear, Lindsay. I didn't say I * never * slept with her. I did. But it was ages ago, back in high school. Matter of fact, Melinda was… well… she was the first."
"Really?" Lindsay was intrigued now. "Now I'm * really * interested," she teased, "So Melinda got your cherry? Any chance she's just been holding a torch for you all these years and this is all just part of an elaborate fantasy she built up around you?"
"Nah… I don't think so." Danny took her hand and moved into the kitchen. He wanted to kiss Lucy goodbye before he went to work and he really needed to get moving if he was going to be on time. "Like I said, she was pretty level-headed, even back then. Had all kinds of plans to get out of that neighborhood and make something of herself."
They had reached the play gym, where Lucy was happily lying on her back, reaching up for the squishy toys that dangled just above her. Danny released Lindsay's hand and bent down to pick up his daughter. He rubbed noses with her briefly, "You take good care of Mommy, today, Princess," he told her. He pressed a kiss to his little girl's cheek, then whispered, "And thanks for being so good and lettin' your ma and me have a little playtime this mornin'."
Danny cradled his daughter in one arm as he gathered Lindsay in with his other arm. They walked the last few steps to the front door, where he paused to give his wife one more lingering kiss before settling Lucy in her arms. "Be sure you lock the door good. Let me know if the CFS lady calls. I'll call you when I get a break."
With one final quick kiss, he turned and started down the stairs.
"Danny!" Lindsay called to him, "be careful, ok?"
Danny stopped midway down the first flight of stairs, turned and winked. "I always am, babe. I always am."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~