DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN CSI:NY OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS. I DO HOWEVER OWN SAMANTHA ROSS
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P.S.: Please read the song. If that's not a song for our Sammie, from our Flackie, I don't know what is.
Girl talk/boy talk
"She's sun and rain, she's fire and ice
A little crazy but it's nice
And when she gets mad, you best leave her alone
'Cause she'll rage just like a river
Then she'll beg you to forgive her
She's every woman that I've ever known
She's so New York and then LA
And every town along the way
She's every place that I've never been
She's making love on rainy nights
She's a stroll through Christmas lights
And she's everything I want to do again
It needs no explanation
'Cause it all makes perfect sense
For when it comes down to temptation
She's on both sides of the fence
She's anything but typical
She's so unpredictable
Oh but even at her worst it ain't that bad
She's as real as real can be
And she's every fantasy
Lord she's every lover that I've ever had
And she's every lover that I've never had."
-She's Every Woman, Garth Brooks
"Slutty Tinkerbell!" Sam cried, as she stepped out of the dressing room at Screaming Mimi's on Lafayette Street.
Lindsay had googled New York City costume stores and Screaming Mimi's had been advertised as one of the best, if not the best, in the entire city. Carrying thousands upon thousands of costumes for all sizes and ages, male or female. The prices ranged from modest to extremely outrageous. As did the spectrum scale of what was appropriate to wear to an office sponsored charity event.
Sam had chosen two Tinkerbell outfits to try on. One was more childlike. A soft green tulle skirt that just skimmed the top of her knees and puffed out like a tutu. It was accompanied by a form fitting, cap sleeve white and mint green top, shimmering white tights, white ballet slippers, gossamer wings, a sparkling tiara and elaborate magic wand that actually sprinkled fairy dust if she waved it over someone's head or tapped them with it. It had been both hers and Lindsay's choice when the sales girl had brought both costumes over when Sam had announced her choice of Disney character for the ball. If she wore her hair up in a sweep like she had planned, and dusted her body with shimmering powder and put on some glittery makeup, she'd be the quintessential Tinks.
But Sam, often indulging in the wilder side of life, could not resist trying both costumes on.
The second outfit, which her best friend now sported, caused Lindsay Monroe's eyes to widen considerably and her jaw to drop to the floor. Samantha's willowy, sex goddess body on near full display in an emerald green sequined number that barely covered her ass and was cut dangerously low in the front and the back. The only modest part of the costume being the tank style sleeves.
"I look like Tinkerbell getting ready to turn tricks on Lexington," Sam giggled, admiring herself in the full length mirror on the front of her dressing room door. She turned this way and that, sucking her non existent stomach in as she checked out her front view, tucking in her J-Lo ass as she took a look at the back side of things.
"You look like you're going to a Halloween party at the Playboy Mansion," Lindsay commented with a laugh. "Reign your girls in there, Sammie."
"My girls are my best feature," she declared, bending over and fixing her undergarment, shaking her boobs into the cups of her bra. A move that only caused her set to become even more pronounced. Much to the delight of a group of young men -no older than freshmen at college- eyeing costumes on the other side of the store.
"You're hot!" one of them called over. Tall, extremely well built, café au lait skin, a brush cut and incredible green eyes both women could see from where they were.
"Why thanks, doll," Sam drawled in a faux southern accent. "And you're all hot and stuff yourself, but I'm old enough to be your mother."
"I'm twenty," he called back, as he and his friends chuckled. And flirted.
"And I'm thirty-four. And I started my period at ten, so it's possible I could have given birth to you."
"Maybe I like older women," he shrugged.
"And maybe I like men who are old enough to shave and know what they're doing when they go down under," Sam shot back. "Keep your eyes off the prize, a'ight?"
Lindsay laughed, shaking her head. "Every time I go out with you somewhere, Sammie, it's always a whole new adventure."
"I keep your life exciting and interesting, bumpkin," Sam declared. "God.." she complained, sucking her stomach in. "I like it but it shows off my rolls."
Lindsay let out a bark of laughter. "What rolls? Seriously. You're kidding right? You don't have any rolls. Give me a break."
"There's a bit right here," Sam said, pinching her sides. "It's Don's favourite spot to snack on."
"Sammie, it's probably one of his favs. Something tells me that further down and to the front is his all time favourite."
Sam gave a dramatic gasp and covered her ears. "My virgin ears!"
"Please! Nothing has been virgin about you for a while. And after what you told me about last night while we were on the subway? Well let's say Donald Flack Jr has finally gone where only one other man has gone before. Now we don't have to put up with bitchy, sexually frustrated Flack anymore. Now he's just going to have a permanent, goofy grin on his face."
"Oh he's more than satisfied," Sam declared. "Or at least I hope he is."
"You actually doubt it?" Lindsay asked. "How could you doubt it? I mean, did he not tell you he enjoyed it?"
"Lots of times. During and after. Especially when I nearly left him comatose this afternoon when I…"
"How's it going ladies?" the sales clerk, clad in an Elvira costume completely with black leather stiletto boots and pale white skin and shocking black hair, asked cheerfully as she approached.
Lindsay reached down between her feet and picked up the plastic bag bearing Screaming Mimi's logo. She held it up with a smile. More than satisfied with her purchase of a Cinderella costume complete with 'glass' slippers and a tiara. She had planned on sticking to Sam's Peter Pan theme and going as Wendy, but the Cinderella get up had been too hard to resist.
"Well check you out," the sales girl turned to Sam and eyed the petite brunette from head to toe, an approving smile on her lips. "Fits you like a second skin. I thought you'd decided to go with the more respectful Tinkerbell as you called it."
"I did," Sam said. "I just…" she checked herself out in the mirror once again. "I'm worried this makes me look like a heffer."
Lindsay laughed. "Give it up, Sammie. What the hell are you looking at to think you look fat?"
Sam sighed and smoothed her hands down her sides and turned left, then right. Then right around. "I'll take it," she announced.
"You can't wear that to an NYPD ball!" her best friend cried. "Are you insane? Can you imagine Sinclair's face?"
"His wife will thank me when he goes home with a raging hard on," Sam said. "And this isn't for the ball. This is just for me. And some very, very lucky man waiting at home. Think Don will like it? Think a dirty Tinkerbell will do something to him if I leave the leggings and panties off?"
"Sam!" Lindsay gasped, slapping a hand to her forehead in exasperation.
"What?" she asked innocently. "Just asking…"
"I don't see how any man couldn't get turned on by that little number," the sales girl commented. Then gave Sam another long once over. "And some women for that matter."
Lindsay blushed furiously.
Sam took it all in stride. It wasn't the first time she'd been hit on by a woman, and it wouldn't be the last. She simply gave one of her dazzling smiles. A mixture of friendliness and flirtation before slipping back into the change room.
Lindsay briefly closed her eyes and shook her head.
"Excuse me?" the sales girl asked quietly, as she crouched down at Lindsay's feet.
Lindsay opened her eyes.
"Your friend there," the other woman spoke quietly. Secretly. "She has a boyfriend?"
Lindsay nodded.
"Is it a serious thing or…"
"It's a serious thing."
"Hmmm…well, do you know if she has a thing for women, too?"
Lindsay blinked. "Ummm…I don't think so…but you never know. I mean, she's never mentioned it to me if she does."
"Well if you ever get on to the topic, here…" reaching into the neckline of her costume, the young woman pulled a business card out from her bra. "…give this to her, would you?"
"I don't think…"
"Excuse me, miss?" a customer called from the front of the store.
"Tell her she won't regret it," the sales girl said and tucked the card into Lindsay's hand before standing up and hurrying off.
The door to the change room clicked open and Sam emerged, shaking out her hair and carrying a costume over each arm.
"You've got a new member to the Sammie Ross fan club," Lindsay informed her, standing up and holding out the card. "Sales girl wants you to give her a tumble."
"Really?" Sam gave a small giggle and took the business card. "That's flattering."
"Are you serious?"
She nodded and slipped the numbers into one of her jean pockets. "Don will love it. He's always going on about me and another woman. As long as he gets to watch or join in."
"Way too much information!" Lindsay cried, following her best friend to the cash register. "So would you ever do it?" she asked curiously.
"A threesome? With Don and someone else?"
Lindsay nodded.
"Who knows. Maybe. But it would have to be another guy."
"Like someone you know?"
Sam shrugged and laid the costumes down on the counter. "There's a couple of guys."
Lindsay's eyes widened. "Do we work with them?"
"Just with one. And no, before you ask, it's not Danny."
"Hawkes?" Lindsay asked curiously.
Sam shook her head.
"Well that really only leaves one person. Unless its one of them young and cute lab techs."
"No. You're thinking of the right person. Older man, very mature. Very handsome."
"Mac!" Lindsay cried. "You actually think that way about Mac?"
"Shhh…" Sam placed a finger over her lips. "Our little secret."
"For a near virgin, you're a dirty little girl, Samantha Ross," her best friend declared.
The brunette gave a sly smile. "I'm getting there. You up for some excitement of the sexy kind?"
Lindsay frowned. "Depends on what kind of sexy."
"Me, you, and a very good friend of mine named Fredrick," Sam replied. "Trust me, Danny will thank me for taking you there."
Lindsay took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "School me, Sam Ross. School me."
Sam grinned. "I most certainly will," she promised.
"So," Danny leaned forward and snagged a slice of pepperoni pizza from one of the two boxes that sat propped open on Samantha's coffee table. "What do you think the two lovely ladies in our lives are up to right now?"
"Spending money they don't actually have," Flack replied, propping his feet on the edge of the coffee table and he leaned against the back of the couch. An open bottle of beer between his legs, a plate full of food in his hands.
They'd ordered two large pizzas from Ray's. One just plain cheese and the other with cheese and pepperoni and two large orders of barbecue wings. A two-four of Bud that Danny had purchased on the way over, sat on the floor next to the sofa.
"You say no way in hell to the costume ball thing, too?" Danny asked, biting into his slice.
"Do I really look like the kind of guy that's going to dress up as a Disney character, Messer? I paid for her ticket and gave her the fifty bucks it would have cost me to go. Told her to spend it on alcohol and the silent auction. Consider that my donation to the charity."
"You're being generous with your money there, Flack," Danny teased. "Handing her your wallet at the bar, buying her that ring for Christmas, shelling out the green for whatever her little heart desires."
"And you don't do that for, Monroe?" the detective asked, sipping his beer. "You're as whipped as they come."
"Hey! I am not whipped. I am simply a man in love."
Flack snorted.
"Okay…so I'm whipped. But there's a huge difference between what I do for Montana and the things you do for Brooklyn."
"What's the difference? We're both insanely in love with who we're with and we're both wrapped around their baby fingers."
"But Montana is my fiancee," Danny argued. "We're getting married soon. And you and Sam are…well, what are you and Sam?"
"Boyfriend and girlfriend."
"I know that. But I mean how serious is it?"
Flack shrugged.
"What's that suppose to mean?" Danny asked. "Either it's serious, or it's not. Plain and simple. Not that you two have finally sealed the deal, you must get some sort of inkling where this is all going with you two."
"I've got a couple of things I'm considering," his best friend responded.
"Like…"
"What does it matter to you? Why is mine and Sam's relationship so important to you?"
"Maybe because I'm your best friend and I worry about you. I want you to be happy. And she's a great girl and I know you love her and she loves you. And I also know I'm going to beat your ass royally if you fuck things up with her. So quit dodging my questions. How serious is serious? Like asking her to marry you serious?"
"What?" Flack gave a laugh. "I don't think so. We're not even close to that."
"You don't ever think of forever with her? About having kids with her and making her into a wife? Stuff like that?"
"Sure. I think it about it a lot."
"So what's the deal? Say the word and we'll take a jaunt to Tiffany's and wipe that savings account of yours clean."
"The deal is that Sam isn't anywhere ready to marry me," Flack told the other man. "Alright? She's a long way off from a move like that. She's not ready to be someone's wife. And I respect that and I'm not going to go out and buy her a ring and ask her to marry me when she's only going to say no."
"But you want to ask her," Danny stated. "Or you wouldn't be talking like that."
"It's not the case of whether I want to ask her or not."
"Do you want to or don't you want to?"
"I want to, alright!" Flack yelled. "Christ, Messer. You're so annoying. Get off of my ass already! I want to ask her but I'm not going to. Fuck! Lay off about it already!"
"You don't know she's going to say no. She might surprise you and say yes."
Flack shook his head. "Give it a rest, okay? I'm not asking her. That's just the way it is. She's not ready for that. I think I know her better then you do. So just stop."
"Alright, alright…" Danny held his hands up in surrender. "I'm just saying that you never know…"
"I know! Okay? I know! I know she'd turn me down and I don't want to go through that shit. Now would you just shut your trap about it."
"Easy, Flack, easy," Danny patted his best friend's shoulder. "I didn't know talking about this was such a soft spot for you."
"Well it is. So stop talking about it."
"Fine," Danny said and sat back against the couch, munching his pizza while watching the early edition of Sports Center on ESPN. "So what are you guys going to do for Valentine's Day? You got plans for the girl or what?"
"What are you and Monroe going to do?" Flack inquired in response, biting into his own slice.
"I'm going to have some flowers sent to her office. Give her some expensive chocolate. I bought her a pair of diamond stud earrings that cost me a mint and I'm taking her out to dinner at Tavern on the Green. Followed by a quiet, candle and sex filled night at home."
"Impressive," Flack said, slowly nodding his head.
"What you got going down for Brooklyn?"
"I'm doing the flowers thing, too. That was one of the things she specifically told Monroe she wanted. Along with dinner at The Russian Tea Room."
"Fancy…" Danny said with an approving nod.
"Got her this diamond and pink sapphire Hello Kitty necklace I saw online," Flack added. "It's an outline of Hello Kitty's head. It's diamonds and the bow is the pink sapphires."
"She's going to shit herself when she sees that," Danny declared. "You'll be getting lucky for sure with that present."
"And we're spending the night at the St. Regis," the detective said. "Booked us a king deluxe suite. Complete with a complimentary wet bar and a Jacuzzi tub. And round the clock concierge and room service. Sam doesn't know about it. It's a surprise. I'm going to pack her a bag and surprise her after dinner by taking her over to the hotel."
Danny stared long and hard at his friend.
"What?" his best friend asked around a mouthful of pizza.
"Fuck you. Flack," Danny grumbled. "You just gotta go and out do me. Walk away with the prize for boyfriend of the year."
"I'm only doing it because I want to," he defended himself. "Because she deserves to be spoiled and because I like to buy her nice things."
"Bullshit. You're doing it to ensure that you get laid."
Flack grinned. "Well that too. But I would have been getting laid whether I shelled out tons of money on her or not. She can't resist me. I've created a total nympho. And I get to teach her everything. Zack didn't do shit for her. Me? To her I look like the damn sex Czar or something. I can shape her and mould her into exactly what I need. Not to mention the things I can do to her."
"Lucky bastard," Danny huffed and sipped his beer.
"You know that she doesn't own a single pair of cotton underwear? Like no bikinis, no French cut, no briefs. Nothing. The girl owns nothing but stuff from Victoria Secret and Fredrick's of Hollywood. Lace, satin. Thongs, g-strings, crazy little things with bows that tie on her hips and other ones that zip up or lace up in the back. Cute little ruffled things that look like skirts. And Danny…get this. Crotchless ones."
"Get outta here? She wears stuff like that? I thought only strippers wore stuff like that."
"I don't even think strippers wear this stuff. It's unreal. I have never, ever dated a woman that wears underwear like that. Sure the basic thong and shit. But not this stuff, Mess. This is some seriously kinky shit."
"Are you complaining? Tell me you're complaining so I can kick your ass."
"Definitely not a complaint. But it's kinda hard to be running late for work and trying to get ready in the same room as her and watching her put those things on. 'Cause she puts them on in front or me and I am done."
"How'd you have so much self control?" Danny asked. "How'd you not throw her down and do your thing a long time ago?"
Flack sighed and shook his head, bottle of beer poised near his lips. "I have no fucking clue to be honest. It was a struggle. Patience and respect for her I guess."
"You got the damn patience of a saint then," Danny declared. "'Cause I never would have lasted that long. I would have seen her in that first pair of undies and jumped her. Honest to God."
"Monroe doesn't wear sexy stuff for you?" Flack asked. "Come on. She must."
"The occasional thong and bikinis. Nothing fancy. Couple teddies here and there. But not stuff that your girl apparently parades around in."
"You gotta get her to Fredrick's or Victoria's Secret," Flack said.
"Actually," Danny said and leaned forward and snagged his cell phone from where it said on the coffee table.
"Who you calling?" Flack asked curiously.
"Giving your girlfriend a ring," Danny replied, hitting three on speed dial and waiting for Sam to answer. "If she can score me some of them underwear, I will promise her my first born."
"I don't think they sell your size in crotchless underwear, Mess. And honestly, the visual of you in them, makes me sick to my stomach."
"Smart ass," Danny muttered. "Yeah…Brooklyn? It's Messer. I got a favour to ask…" he chuckled. "Sounds good to me but I don't think we should be talking dirty to each other with Flack in the room. Let me retreat somewhere more private and we can chat all we want."
"In your wildest and wettest," Flack snorted.
"I need a favour," Danny said into the phone. "Flack's been telling me some interesting things about you…well, that too. But this was about things you wear. Most specifically your underwear. And the place you buy them. Do you think maybe you could…" a broad smile crossed his face. "You're a Godsend. Alright. Ciao, Bella."
"So?" Flack asked, as Danny hung up and tossed his phone on the coffee table.
"Looks like you and Brooklyn just inherited the first kid Montana and I pop out," his best friend replied.
"I can't believe you actually wear things like this," Lindsay whispered, as she stood watching Samantha Ross flip through a display of barely there underwear at the Fredrick's of Hollywood store in downtown Brooklyn.
"What's wrong with them?" Sam asked, holding up a pair of scarlet red satin thongs with a keyhole shape in front and back. "I think they're totally hot."
"There's nothing wrong with them," her best friend said. "It's just that they're…I don't know…they're just a little over the top."
"I figure I'd make a statement through my underwear," Sam told her. "I may not be the most sexually experienced woman in the world, but I can still feel like a sex kitten. And I let my undergarments do the job. I own just about everything in the Naughty Knickers collection."
"The what?" Lindsay asked with a giggle.
"Naughy Knickers," Sam gestured to the surrounding displays. "Those black lace g-string over there? With the rhinestone straps? That's Don's personal favourite. I have one in each colour. But these ones?" she held up the keyhole panties. "These are new to the collection. I'm going to buy one in each colour."
"You're insane," Lindsay declared, as the other woman snagged several pairs of the same style of underwear and tossed them into the basket dangling on her right arm. "He's going to pass out when he sees you in those."
"I plan on giving him a fashion show later tonight. But passing out is not the reaction I am hoping for."
"I've been best friends with you for more than a year," Lindsay said, as Sam moved to the next display. "And I never would have imagined that you'd be the type to wear stuff like this."
"It's always the ones you least expect, Bumpkin," Sam reminded her. She bit her lip in concentration as she contemplated her choice between three items. Before deciding on a black pair of satin g-strings with tulle ruffles along the hips and a tiny bow at the front, and rhinestone embellishment at the back. Then helping herself to the other colours as well.
"You and your retail therapy," Lindsay said. "I think I'll just leave you here to buy your stripper undies and I'll stick with the basic thongs and bikinis. The tame stuff."
"I think not," Sam declared, grabbing a hold of her best friend's hand and yanking her back before she could escape. "I am on a mission here."
"What kind of mission?"
"Small, right?" Sam asked, moving to a display of racy lace undies with no crotch and satin bows above the ass.
"Small what?" Lindsay inquired innocently.
Sam rolled her eyes and snagged three pairs of underwear. One in black, the other in red and the final pair on hot pink, and tossed them into Lindsay's basket. "I will start you off nice and slow considering you're a Fredrick's virgin."
"I can't wear those!" Lindsay cried. "Are you nuts!"
"You can wear those and you will!" Sam ordered. "In fact, when you get home tonight, you are going to go into the bathroom and put one one and surprise Danny with it. We'll even find you some matching bras."
"Danny won't even recognize me!" Lindsay declared as she followed her friend as Sam marched through the store. "He's used to a more simple, understated me."
"And now he's going to LOVE the sexy, racy you," Sam said, leading the way to the bra section. "He will love that you are spicing things up a little. Now you pick the matching bras while I go and look at the lingerie. I need a little special something for Valentine's Day."
"What kind of special something?" Lindsay asked.
"I will know it when I see it!" Sam called as she headed for the front of the store.
Lindsay sighed and shook her head and turned to the wide variety of bras. Samantha Ross was insane. Truly and surely insane. But she was fun loving and happy go lucky.
And one hell of a best friend.
Fifteen minutes had passed before Lindsay, satisfied with her picks, journeyed to the lingerie section, where the petite brunette was holding up a daring, see through red baby doll with elaborate embroidery on the cups and a skinny ribbon that tied into a bow just below the breasts and was accompanied by matching panties.
"What do you think?" Sam asked, holding it up to her body. "Does it suit me? I was thinking of getting some red stilettos and a garter to go with it. Wear my hair down."
"What reaction are you going for?" Lindsay asked. "You want an immediate raging hard on, fuck me senseless reaction or a let's have a couple of hours of foreplay followed by slow and sensuous love making?"
"Hmm…" Sam considered it. "I'm looking for a baby, I need you here and now. Climb aboard and have fun."
"That's definitely the one then," Lindsay laughed. "And what is this?" she asked, as she bent down and scooped up a navy blue, spandex and nylon outfit. An extremely short skirt designed to barely cover the ass, a fitted shirt cut way above the navel with a plunging neck line and fishnet garter stockings with a small silver handcuffs at the top of them. "Are you kidding me?" she laughed, holding it up.
"Isn't it deliciously naughty?" Sam giggled. "A sexy cop. That will be the first outfit I bring out on Valentines Day. I figured I can use real handcuffs. To hell with fake ones. Think Don will like it?"
"Like it? He'll go nuts. Does he really like seeing you in stuff like this, Sam? Like what does he act like when you come out wearing underwear like that and outfits like this?"
"He goes insane," Sam responded, dropping her lingerie into her basket before scooping it up.
"Like how insane?" Lindsay asked, as they headed for the cash register.
"Insane as in he's swallowed a whole bottle of Viagra insane."
Lindsay laughed and shook her head.
"I am so not kidding," Sam told her. "He so as much gets a peek of the undies and he's done. I use them as my secret weapon. I tell him he gets to see the whole thing if he does what I say."
"Does it work? Does he do what you say?"
"How do you think I got the light bulb in my bathroom changed after three months? Or how I got my bedroom painted? Naughty Knickers are my second best weapon in my aresenal."
"What's the first?"
Sam stuck her tongue out, the piercing on full display.
"You are something else, Samantha Ross," Lindsay declared.
"I am sugar and spice and everything nice," her best friend said. "With a little bit of kink tossed in for good measure. Face it, Bumpkin. You wouldn't want me any other way."
Lindsay Monroe simply nodded. The truth was, as odd and eccentric as Sam could be, Lindsay didn't know how the hell she'd ever survived so long without the little Brooklyn girl in her life.
Danny yawned noisily and stretched out on his couch. It was shortly before eleven at night and he'd been home for a little under an hour. Despite quite the buzz he'd developed from the dozen beers he'd consumed at Flack's, he'd managed to walk a straight line and get himself into the apartment, a steaming shower and a pair of sweats and a ratty t-shirt. Now he relaxed with a steaming cup of coffee and Sports Center.
"Aren't you coming to bed, Danny?" Lindsay asked, as she leaned against the wall in the entrance way of the living room, clad in her thick terry cloth bathrobe.
"In a while," he replied. "I just wanna catch the last of the scores."
"Didn't you and Flack watch the Ranger game?" she inquired, moving slowly into the room.
"We did. But ten other teams were playing tonight and I wanna keep up on the stats. That hockey pool at the lab is getting intense and I'm near the top. I wanna stay there so I need to keep an eye on my guys. In case I gotta make trades and what not."
"Boys and their sports," she sighed and stood in front of the television, facing her fiance.
"There's big money riding on that hockey pool," Danny informed her. "It's not something to be taken lightly. Now do me a favour, and step away from the tv."
"No," she said.
"What? Come on. Don't be difficult. I'll pay attention to you when Sports Center is over."
"Now," she demanded. "Pay attention to me now."
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Don't be like this, Montana. This is serious stuff here."
"And so is this and so am I," she informed him.
He sighed exasperatedly. "Lindsay Monroe…step away from the television."
She shook her head adamantly, her hands resting on the belt of her robe. Before undoing it slowly.
"What in the hell could be so important that you need me to pay attention to you right this second?" he asked. "All I'm asking for is ten minutes here. Ten minutes and I'm all yours and then…"
His words were cut off and the breath hitched in his lungs as she quickly and unabashedly dropped her robe, allowing it to puddle at her ankles. The sight that greeted him taking him by surprise. His eyes widening at the sexiness and sheer beauty of her. Her creamy skin on full display in an electric blue satin push up bra and a matching pair of panties with sparkling sequins on the whisper thing straps that sat on her hips.
"Jesus Christ…" he breathed.
"Do you like it?" she asked nervously, fighting the urge to bring her arms across her chest to cover herself up.
"Like it? Hell no. I love it. Turn around for me, baby."
She blushed slightly at the intense way he was studying her, and the desire in his voice. She turned slowly, presenting him with her back.
"Shit, Lindsay…" he gulped noisily at the sight of her firm, beautiful ass. As bare as the day she was born. The sight of her like that turning him on more then he could ever possibly tell her.
"Danny?" she asked uncertainly.
"You're gorgeous, baby," he told her. "Turn around and get over here."
She did as she was instructed and walked slowly towards him.
He laid his hands on her slender hips ad leaned forward to press kisses along her smooth, flat stomach. Then turned her once again. Holding her firmly in place by her hips, he used the tip of his tongue to trail along the edge of her sexy panties.
Lindsay whimpered and shivered at the sensation. Her hands resting on top of his, their fingers entwining tightly.
"That feel good?" he asked, his mouth lingering on the small of her back. "You like that?"
"That feels real good," she replied in a near whisper, her chin dropping down to her chest, her eyes closed.
"But do you like it?" he inquired. "I asked you if you liked it."
She nodded. "I love it," she told him.
"I know what else you'll love," he said, removing his fingers from hers and sliding his hands around to her ass, caressing and fondling the smooth cheeks before moving his hands back to her hips and hooking his fingers in the straps of her panties. "Do me a favour?" he asked.
"Anything," she replied.
"You take these off," he demanded gently, removing his fingers. "Then do exactly what I saw afterwards, okay?"
She nodded and pushed the panties down quickly and stepped out of them. Vaguely aware of the movement behind her as Danny stood up long enough to rid himself of his sweats before sitting down once again.
"You ready for me, Lindsay?" he asked. "Are you ready for what I have in store for you?"
"Danny…what…"
"I want you to stay just the way you are with your back facing me," he instructed. "But I want you to stand between my legs and lower yourself slowly…okay?"
"Okay," she said, and moved backwards until she was standing between his legs.
"Slowly, Lindsay…" he whispered, kissing her back. "Slowly…"
She did as she was told. Feeling the way in which he guided her with one hand on her hip. The shuddering at the sensation of being penetrated by his thick, hard cock. "Danny…" she moaned, as his one hand slipped up the front of her to pinch at her nipples.
"I've got you, baby," he promised, taking control of the thrusts, one hand moving her hips in time with his while the other played with her breasts.
"Forever?" she asked breathlessly.
"And ever," he vowed.
She smiled softly. Hearing the honesty and love in his voice.
Hearing forever.
Flack glanced over at the clock radio sitting on the nightstand next to him. The illuminated red numbers read 11:47. He sighed heavily, yawned noisily and rubbed at the back of his neck. Almost midnight and he still had at least two hours of work ahead of him. If not more.
He sat on his side of the queen size bed, back against the brass headboard, his legs stretched out and his notebook propped open on his lap. Case files spread out next to him. There was no way in hell he was going to get all that work done. More specifically, there was no way in hell he was going to get all that work done while sitting up in bed when Sam needed to get some rest. He was more than capable of functioning on little to no sleep. Sam on the other hand….
The bedroom door swung open and he looked over, smiling at his girlfriend as she stepped into the room, wearing a pair of Winnie the Pooh track pants and one of his t-shirts as she carried a plate of cold pizza and a neon green plastic tumbler filled with milk.
"Having fun yet?" she asked, holding her drink out to him, an invitation to hold it for her.
"Loads," he replied, taking the milk and sipping it as she climbed onto the bed. "Did you not eat while you were out?" he asked, as she settled down beside him, her legs crossed Indian style.
"I had a huge steak, loaded baked potato and a side salad," she informed him. "Why?"
"Pizza at midnight?" he asked.
She stole a glance at the clock. "It's ten to, actually."
Flack rolled his eyes.
She laughed and set her plate down in front of her and took the milk from him, placing the cup between her legs. "I needed a snack," she said, picking up a slice and biting into it.
"Where do you put it all?" he asked. "You're like a size two."
"I wish! I'm a size eight and you know that. Sometimes I even hover around a ten. Face it, your girfriend is a porker."
"That's okay," Flack told her. "I don't mind being called a chubby chaser."
"Excuse me?! Are you saying I'm fat?"
"I am saying no such thing."
"You just said you don't mind being called a chubby chaser. So you're insinuating that I'm chubby."
"No. I was insinuating that if you did gain weight, say climb into the mid or high teens in sizes, it wouldn't bother me."
"So you've dated bigger girls?"
He shrugged. "A few times," he admitted.
"Hmmm…"
"What's that suppose to mean?" he asked.
"Nothing. I'm just surprised that's all. I didn't take you for the type to date someone like that."
"Who'd you take me to date?"
"Women like Devon and Angell," she said. "Who are skinny enough to hula hoop with a Cheerio. But I guess being a chubby chaser explains why you moved on to me."
"First off, you're not chubby. Not even close. Second, I moved on to you as you so elegantly put it, because I was falling in love with you. So knock this crap off where you put yourself down all the time. You're beautiful. From head to toe, inside and out. Never doubt that. And to be honest, your looks weren't the first thing that attracted me to you."
"Please do not give me some lame ass shit that it was my personality."
"It's not lame," Flack argued. "It's the truth. It was your personality. 'Cause you laughed easily and when you laughed your nose crinkled and your eyes sparkled. 'Cause you've never treated a guy with a lowly grade twelve like shit despite your education. And because you've got all that sensitivity and compassion. And I've never known anyone like that."
She smiled and kissed his cheek, followed by the corner of his lips. "I love you, baby," she said, nuzzling his ear.
"I love you, too," he told her and turned his face towards her, kissing her long and soft. "And I have a confession to make," he admitted, turning back to his work.
She arched an eyebrow and chewed on a bite of pizza.
"Your personality may not have been the first thing that turned me on."
"Don't you dare go corny on me, Donnie. Don't say it was my eyes."
"Well those are good, too. But I was thinking more about…" he looked sideways and down at her chest.
"You perv!" she cried and slapped his shoulder.
He laughed. "Sorry. But they are kinda hard to miss, babe. And your ass. That's a nice ass."
"Quit while your ahead," she said. "You're lucky you're so hot, you know that? And that I have a cop fetish."
"I just thank my lucky stars every day that you gave me the time of day," he sighed.
She smirked. "You're a sarcastic bastard," she declared.
He grinned.
They settled into a comfortable silence. She continued to eat her snack while he tapped away at the lap top's keys.
"Did you hear anything from Terrence?" she asked several minutes later.
"He left me a message on my personal cell," Flack replied. "It's going to take a couple of days to assemble the boys."
Sam nodded in understanding and sipped her milk.
"I did get a really interesting email though."
"From?" she asked.
"Chief Sinclair. Apparently Angell flew the coup to another department. Told him she wasn't comfortable working with me anymore because of our history so she asked for a transfer. She's going to be working major crime out of the one two-two in Staten Island."
"That's too bad," Sam sighed. "I was hoping she'd come around and we'd all be friends again. Or at least be able to co-exist peacefully."
"Angell wasn't happy in homicide," Flack said. "She's better off in another department."
"So you'll be down a detective for a bit? Which means more overtime on top of the triple OT you've been pulling?"
"Actually, I've got two new detectives starting next week."
"Two?"
Flack nodded. "A Detective Michael Bernstein from Miami PD. Guess he's originally from here and wanted out of the sunshine state. And the second is Kaile Maka. Remember me telling you about her? Well she's back from a long sabbatical spent taking care of an ill relative. I think you'll like working with her."
"I hope so," Sam said. "I wonder if this Bernstein is hot."
Flack arched his eyebrows and stared at her.
"Kidding, honey. Kidding. How much more work do you have to do?"
"A lot," he sighed.
"That's too bad," she said, finishing her milk and pizza and setting her dishes on the nightstand. "I have something to show you."
"What is it?"
She didn't respond. Climbing out of bed, she crossed the room and disappeared into the closet. Emerging a couple of minutes later with a Fredrick's of Hollywood bag.
"I am liking this already," he said with a dimpled grin.
Opening the bag, she rummaged through it before pulling out the black pair of the keyhole panties and walking back to the bed.
"You like these?" she asked, tossing them on top of his lap top.
Flack stopped typing and picked the undies up. His grin becoming even bigger as he looked closely at the garment. "Can you put these on?" he asked. "Give me a fashion show?"
"I bought one in each colour," she told him. "And one in each colour of these," she dropped another pair in his lap.
"Now these I really like," he declared, checking out the black g-string with the tulle ruffles and the rhinestone embellishment at the back. "Come on, babe. Put this one on for me. I wanna see you in these."
"I have something better for you," she told him, taking the panties back.
"Better then crotchless underwear?"
She nodded and headed for the bathroom. Closing the door behind her. She came back out several minutes later, with her hair loose and flowing and wearing the slutty Tinkerbell outfit. "See?" she asked.
"What's that?" he inquired, his eyes on his computer screen.
"You actually have to look at me, Donnie," she sighed.
He glanced over. His eyes widening immediately. "Holy shit…" he breathed. "Babe, that's fucking hot. That's what you're wearing to the ball?"
"No. I bought a family friendly costume for that. This one is just for you. You like it?"
"You have to ask me something like that? You're amazing. You look awesome."
She smiled victoriously and approached the bed. "Too bad you're so busy," she said, leaning over him to kiss him lightly.
"I'm not busy. I can do this some other time."
"I thought you said you needed to get it done tonight."
"What's another day?" he asked, hurriedly saving his work and snapping the lap top closed. "I can catch up tomorrow. See?" he gathered up his case files, showing pieces of paper into random folders. "I'm putting it away. I'll do it at work. No need to do it now."
"But you said…"
"I don't care what I said," he told her, tossing the folders on the floor before setting the lap top on top of them and reaching for her. "Come here and play dirty little Tinkerbell with me. Where's your magic wand? We can do some crazy shit with that."
"I'd really hate for you to get into trouble," she said, teasingly backing away from him.
"I won't get in trouble. Gotta have a life, right? Specifically a sex life. Not even the dragon lady can deny me that."
"I don't know…" she sighed. "You have so much to do. I think I'll leave you to it and I'll go and put some clothes on and go and watch tv or something."
"Get the fuck back here," he ordered, snatching her by the wrist and yanking her towards him. "Don't play games with me."
"I'm not…"
"You are," he argued, and grabbing a hold of her, scooped her up effortlessly and tossed her down onto her back. "You are teasing me," he said, leaning over her and pinning her wrists above her head.
"I thought you liked to be teased," she said, feeling the evidence of how much he did like her outfit poking into her.
"Not that kind of teasing," he told her and kissed her until she was breathless. With one hand holding both of her wrists to the mattress, he skimmed over her breast and along her side with the other as he bent his head to trail his tongue along the edge of the costume's neckline. "You are so fucking hot," he told her, his moist, warm mouth moving along her collarbone as his hand pushed up the bottom of the cotume's skirt, his fingertips grazing her thigh.
"I knew you'd approve," she said, sighing as his fingers caressed the inside of her thigh and his lips feasted on the side of her neck.
He kissed his way along her jaw line and over her chin and up to her lips. Seizing her mouth in a passionate, intense kiss. His hand released her wrists and softly stroked her hair, pushing it away from her face as he broke the kiss and lifted his head to look into her golden eyes. The love and respect and adoration that shone for him in her eyes mirroring the feelings he had for her that were so clearly displayed in his own baby blues. His fingers gently caressed her cheek. His heart close to bursting with the love he felt for her.
"Donnie…" she whispered, feeling slightly uneasy under the intensity of his stare. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," he assured her, kissing her tenderly before drawing back to look at her once again.
"Then what…"
"Marry me," he said.
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