Be Angry

And there was that look. One of those if looks could kill, Danny would be six feet under. He crossed his arms over his muscular chest. He stared down at Lacey from the top of the stairs.

If Danny didn't know better, he could of swore her nostrils were flaring. Kind of sexy. Of course at this point, Lacey could've been holding an axe with a sharp blade and Danny would think it was sexy. The angrier the beautiful -used to being in control- lady in front of him became. The more aroused Danny became.

Emotional overload didn't only include anger. He was a man now. And being a man, he'd been without the love of his life for five years. The few women he had been with for physical needs never came close to making love to Lacey. His body was ready to go. Even if he was angry. Did it really matter when it came to sex? So what be angry, just give him a little was Danny's attitude.

"Ummm. Tommy, let's go ummm check out Papaw's garden." Phoebe grabbed Thomas's hand. Daddy was about to get a smack down from Mommy. And not the kind that Danny wanted.

"Yeah, I can look for those nails." Samuel swallowed feeling nervous for Danny as he stood up and started to walk out of the house quickly.

Before either could get out the door as planned, Lacey had already began. "HOW DARE YOU!?"

Yep. The little lady of the house was mad. They'd seen her angry before. When it came to defending Thomas, her family, and her pride, Lacey Porter could make a serial killer look like a Bible peddler on a Sunday. Her pride was what she was defending now.

All heads turned to Thomas when he giggled loudly. He liked his mommy yelling at this new guy. Danny added a smirk filled grin to his face when his son laughed.

"WHAT IS SO FUNNY!" Lacey wasn't pleased with the smirk. She thought it was at her. The old cocky Danny of high school was shining through. The one that had her wilting at his simple smoldering look.

"You." Danny added fuel to the fire.

More laughing from Thomas as Phoebe swept him up in her arms. Danny gave Phoebe a menacing stare. Okay, not a good idea. That definitely wasn't funny.
Problems still with the fact everyone knew Thomas better than him especially Phoebe, who Danny remembered broke Cole's heart. Better hand the grandson off to grandpa. Yes, much better as Danny's face relaxed.

"My son can be held by who I deem fit. NOT YOU!" Now Lacey was following the cocky man up the stairs stomping as she went.

Was she intimidating Danny? Not at all. But Lacey was trying her best. Phoebe and Samuel finally made their escape. Thomas was still laughing every time he
heard Mommy's voice yell at the strange man in his home. If he could express himself, Thomas would be pumping his arms yelling. "GO MOM!"

Danny's smug look was making Lacey more furious as he continued to walk away from her as she yelled. And indeed, she was yelling. Words of anger, hurt, frustration. Danny was hearing it all. Lacey followed him right into the bedroom screaming about the audacity of the man just coming in and upsetting their harmony. It wasn't really harmony. But it was a normalcy all had come accustomed to.

"What!" Lacey's mouth dropped open as Danny stripped right in front of her. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Getting ready to shower." Danny stated matter of fact.

"I was talking to you." Lacey crossed her arms. She would throw a shoe at him. But she realized she didn't have any on yet. It was breakfast time after all.

"No. You were yelling." Danny walked up to her. He didn't care that he was standing buff naked in front of her.

Lacey was getting more furious each thing Danny did. She turned her back. She was making a point here. Seems, Danny was making his own point. NOT the same at all! He wasn't playing fair. Mmmm. Too perfect. Lacey closed her eyes. Don't peek. That would work. Danny stood behind her. His hands touched her shoulders.

"I'm mad!" She breathed out coldly. "And we are no longer together."

"So what. Be angry." Danny whispered huskily in Lacey's ear.

Lacey shivered at the hotness of Danny's breath on the outer core of her ear. "Don't touch me. I said I was mad."

"You lied." Danny prayed it was a lie any way. He'd prayed it all night as he lay in his bed thinking about Lacey being in the same house as him.

"Lied?" Lacey could feel Danny kneading her skin on her shoulders.

"You don't hate me." Danny's voice sounded pleading. Lacey caught that. Danny wanted to hear her say she didn't hate him as she had screamed to him earlier at that week at the medical center.

"NO." Lacey forgot she spewed that. That must of hurt him. She could never hate Danny. "I don't."

"You want me." Danny licked Lacey's ear slightly. Ever so slightly.

"Yes." Lacey said weakly. What could she say, she had needs and it had been over two years. Besides, Jeffrey was never like it was making love to Danny. Lacey figured it was because she never really loved Jeffrey. She had only got with him due to running into Rachel. "I'm still mad."

"Tell me why." Danny took his tongue on a taste test of sorts. A trail from earlobe to neck.

"You came back into my life thinking you could yell at us all." Lacey said. She was stiffening out her shoulder. She told herself. Don't cave to him physically.

"What else are you angry over?" Danny slid his hands to the front of Lacey's oversized flannel shirt. One button. Pop.

"You scared Thomas by trying to take over." Lacey quivered as the slightest touch of Danny's fingers to her skin.

Another two buttons. Pop. Pop. Three more… "What else made you angry?"

"You acted like we were all one of your employees." Lacey gasped as her shirt opened. NO bra. The shirt was oversized and it was morning.

Danny's thumbs slowly caressed the sides of Lacey's breasts. "Go on."

"You…you…" Lacey stammered. She swallowed. She had to remain in control. Why was she letting Danny touch her? "You told Thomas to clean up his mess!"

"Yes." Danny slid his hands under her shirt. He pushed it off her shoulders. It fell softly to the floor.

"Thomas was so difficult to carry. I almost lost him too many times to count." Lacey began to shake as Danny brushed back her hair with one hand. The other traced over her breast. Down her flat stomach to the button on her jeans. Pop. "I've been his only parent."

"What else?" Danny kissed Lacey harshly on the neck. A little nip here. A little tug of skin there.

He slid down to his knees behind Lacey. His hands pushed down her baggy jeans over her rounded hips. Down toned legs. He slid his tongue over the back of Lacey's thigh. Danny picked Lacey's foot up grasping her ankle. The left one. The right one. No more jeans.

"These are nice." Danny's finger slid under the red lace of her panties.

"I wear them all the time." Lie. Lacey wasn't sure why she put them on. Okay, she had an idea.

"Sure you do." Danny smirked. He'd seen the cotton panties in the laundry basket as he passed by it on the way to the shed.

Lacey cleared her throat. "I'm mad!" She gripped her fists at her side.

"Tell me why." Danny slid his tongue over Lacey's butt cheek. Then up her back slowly to her neck as he stood.

His hands gripped her hips as his fingers tore away the red lace panties.

"YOU LEFT ME WHEN I NEEDED YOU MOST!" Lacey screamed out the last reserve she had left. Even if Danny had no idea about her being pregnant at the time, she still felt he had left her for another woman. Lie or not. It still hurt deep inside her heart.

Danny clutched Lacey's face as he stood behind her. "Open your eyes, Lacey."

Lacey slowly opened her eyes. She stood facing a large floor length mirror that hung on the bedroom door. Danny stood behind her. Both nude. She breathed out in panted breaths.

"Who are you mad at?" Danny whispered staring directly at Lacey in the mirror.

"I'm mad at you." Lacet buckled at Danny's fingers touching her where she'd not been touched for over two years.

"Who are you really mad at?" Danny whispered while touching Lacey's skin.

Lacey's tears began to fall "For letting you go…I'm mad at me."