Hi Guys! So, long time no see kind of. I've been a busy bee with the end of the school year fast approaching (tomorrow, to be exact!) but i've also managed to slot in some writing dates with Fred... for my internet on my laptop to crap out. so my phone is currently plugged into my laptop and is sharing the internet so I'm trying to work quick so that t doesn't swallow up all my data allowance hahah!

A quick reminder now that this chapter (and the next too actually) are M rated chapters. you have been warned dearies! :)

hope you enjoy!

In a midnight talk, in a morning kiss; when I'm in your arms, that's where it is. When we're tangled up and can't resist, when we feel that rush, that's where it is. It's a lifetime filled with tight embraces, the biggest things in the smallest places.

-That's where it is, Carrie Underwood.

Sighing contently, Lindsay shuffled so that she was laid on her side. After her ambush on him, Danny had promptly fallen asleep on her, his legs tangled in and amongst her's. After redressing while he snored on the makeshift double bed, she'd giggled as she watched him reach for her in her short absence. After settling down next to him again and having him subconsciously tangle himself all around her, she'd decided on watching the last half of Letterman but when the rolling credits slid up the screen and Danny was nowhere near stirring from his slumber, she decided to take on a different approach.

With her fingertips poised and ready, Lindsay ran them down his arm softly; causing his hair to stand on end.

"Danny," she whispered in his ear softly.

"Two more minutes, babe." He moaned, swatting her away. "The alarm didn't go off yet, Mac doesn't need me in til nine."

Lindsay bit her lip to stifle the giggle. She removed her tank top she'd grabbed from the overnight bag they'd packed when she'd gotten a little chilly after the heat between them had dissipated. Now sitting topless, Lindsay licked her lips again as she considered a different approach.

"Danny," she tugged at his earlobe with her teeth. "I need you to help me with somethin'."

"Now?" he implored with a sigh, his eyes still closed as he gripped onto the pillow.

"Yeah." She uttered, splitting the syllables of the word. "Yeah, it's kind of important."

He peeled one eye open before opening the other eye almost instantly. "Where the hell are we?"

Lindsay blinked at him. "The hotel."

Danny sat up and rubbed his eyes. "How long have I been asleep?"

"Thirty minutes," Lindsay shrugged. "Give or take I guess."

"Damn." He stretched, his stretch however was cut short as he caught sight of the topless state of his wife. "Linds…"

"About this," she licked her lips and wiggled her eyebrows at him. "Small issue."

His eyes widened as he nodded, unable to offer much else as a response.

"I've spent the last…" she glanced down to her watch, "three hours workin' myself and thinkin' about how badly I want you."

"Why is that a problem?" he smirked.

"You were asleep and… as perfectly capable as I am to deal with this by myself…" she paused as she slid her index finger across his chest slowly. "It's always more fun and enjoyable when you help."

"I see how that poses a problem." He sunk his teeth into his lip to mimic the idea of him thinking of a solution to their predicament. "How about this-" Before offering her a chance to respond, he sealed his lips to crook of her neck where he was peppering the sensitive area with sensual kisses.

"I guess that kind of works," she shrugged, leaning her head away from him to give him better access. "But I was thinking more along the lines of this," she said, taking his hand and edging his fingertips underneath the waistband of her panties.

"It does?" he smirked as he shifted in his position so that he was poised on top of her, hovering but not touching her where he knew she desperately needed him to touch. "Well let me just see here-" Within seconds, he'd slid her panties down her legs and had flung them to the other side of the room.

Before he could pay her any of the attention she'd requested, she grabbed his grandfather's dog-tags and pulled him closer to her, so that his knees buckled and he stumbled as he positioned himself on top of her. His quickly developing erection was pressing against her most intimate area, which was now extremely exposed to him.

"Actually, I've changed my mind." She whispered. "I need something more than just your fingers."

"Is that so?" he whispered as he worked his erection with his hand. "How about this?" he said through gritted teeth as he thrusted his length deep within her and stilled for a moment.

"Oh god," she moaned, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip as her eyes closed. "That works."

"You okay?" he inquired softly, brushing stray waves of her hair from her face as he began to start his rhythm.

"I'm fine," she muttered against his lips. She took one of his hands and laced her fingers through each of his. "Baby… I'm so hot for you."

"I swear to God, Linds." He pressed a kiss to her shoulder as he lowered his body to meet her's to make his thrusts easier. "You kill me."

Despite Lindsay's inhibited passion, he burning desire in the pit of his stomach was somewhat being doused by the presence of his son in between them. Lindsay's stomach wasn't something you could miss anymore, and even though they'd been through this with Lucy six years previous, he still felt a little bit of reluctance when he was having sex with his wife, purely because he cared for both her and his unborn child. He observed the look on her face and he knew exactly what she was about to say.

"Don't hold back," she whimpered as he drove into her once again. "I've been hot for you for the last three hours, I need you to make love to me how you used to; before I got pregnant."

"But-"

"We've been through this when I was pregnant with Lucy, you won't hurt him."

"You're sure?" he said, his face full of concern as he poised himself above her.

"If you do, I'll let you know."

"How am I gonna know you're not just in the moment though, baby? If I'm hurtin' you guys, I need to know so I can stop."

"I'll use the code word?"

He nodded, acknowledging her promise and suggestion with a kiss to the tip of her nose. When they'd become a little more adventurous in the bedroom in the early stages of their relationship, they'd agreed on a code word to alert the other that they were feeling a little out of their comfort zone. They'd decided because in the throes of passion, sometimes their words, moans and pleas got lost on one another and neither of them wanted that to happen if they were ever unsure or uncomfortable with something.

They'd gone through a wide range of words they could use and after a lengthy discussion they had decided on 'wheat-fields' purely for the novelty, but also for the sentiment it held for them and the early stages of their relationship – standing out by the Fulton Ferry landing and discussing the New York skyline.

Confident in the knowledge that if Lindsay was uncomfortable, she'd tell him straight away, he felt a little more at ease. Sex with Lindsay was always erotic and passionate. Sometimes they got a little carried away with one another – and that was when she wasn't pregnant. Lindsay turned into a sort of nymphomaniac when she was pregnant – something that Danny was not about to complain about. There were instances however, where they'd forget themselves, and their growing child between them, and Danny would hook her leg up a little too high, or he'd press a little too firmly against her stomach, resulting in either him stretching out her cramp, or her rushing to the toilet.

He blinked away the images he had in his head and saw Lindsay's flushed face. There was a glow to her ever since he'd found out in the middle of the break room that she was pregnant that hadn't disappeared. He adored his wife at the best of times, but the connection that established itself between the two of them when she was pregnant was something that tugged on his heartstrings. There was something about creating a life with the woman he loved most in the world that overwhelmed him.

"You looked so sexy in that tux today," she said, pressing an open mouthed kiss to his shoulder. "I would have quite happily dragged you into the toilets and spent a good hour showing you how sexy you looked… if we hadn't had Lucy."

"Me?" he swiped a bead of sweat from her forehead with the pad of his thumb before pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You looked so beautiful Linds. The sexiest woman there by far."

She cocked her head to the side in disbelief; her chest rising rapidly from her lack of breath. "Sure thing."

"You don't believe me?" he implored, lacing his fingers through her hair, as he lowered his body against her's. Her legs were already hitched a distance apart and he had good leverage over her. He cupped her face with his hands and held her in place as he gazed down at her. "You're the most beautiful woman in every room, Lindsay. You are to me, at least."

He could see the blush on the apples of her cheeks, and she exhaled softly as his words clearly delivered the desired effect. He wasn't lying; his eyes only ever focussed on her when they walked in a room together; or when she walked into a room he was already in. She was beautiful and he wasn't stupid; he knew exactly how lucky he was to have somehow landed himself the most beautiful wife.

"You're supposed to say that," she managed to quip as she gripped onto his biceps tightly. "It's in the marriage contract."

"If you read the small print, it says you're only supposed to say things if you mean them." He said, with a glint in his eye.

Lindsay closed her eyes as she channelled her breathing, focussing on anything other than the blissful sensations twisting inside of her stomach.

Seeing this on her face, Danny's right hand disappeared from where he'd been cupping her face and it began to slide down her body.

"Don't." she cried out, gripping to his arm. "I don't need you to, not tonight."

"I didn't need you to do what you did earlier but that didn't stop you, did it?"

Relenting in her protests, Lindsay let Danny complete his journey to her clit and he quickly established a rhythm in time to his thrusts. She could feel her stomach knotting over and over again as she felt the sensations in the pit of her stomach begin to reach their boiling point. She swallowed and hitched her legs a little further apart as she no longer felt the desire to prevent her orgasm from hitting her in its full force. Biting her lip as the pleasure began to hit she gripped tightly to Danny's free hand as she went careening over the proverbial edge.

"Fuck. Oh God… Danny!" She whimpered as she squeezed tightly to his hand, her nails digging into his flesh. "That feels… so good."

With the tightening of her most intimate muscles as her body prepared for its sensual attack, Danny wasn't able to control his own orgasm. As his wife cried out, gripping to his arms and hands, he felt the coil in the pit of his stomach snap, releasing everything he had into her teasing core.

He continued his rhythm with a slower pace as she milked him with her pulsing centre, as he managed a few desperate breaths before pressing a kiss to her forehead as he collapsed in a heap next to her on the makeshift double bed.

"Was that what you were wantin'…" he asked her as chest rose and fell rapidly.

"And a little bit more." Lindsay sighed happily as she laid her head on his chest.

Smiling proudly to himself, Danny pressed a kiss to her temple.

"You're smirking, aren't you?" she twisted to see his face. "I knew it."

"Hey, I can't help it. It's a considerable ego boost when your wife still thinks you've got it after bein' married for years."

Lindsay rolled her eyes at him as she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck and pressed soft, sweet kisses to the area. "I love you."

"I love you too." He whispered as he ran his fingers up and down her opened his mouth and closed it again as he watched her from his position. She tipped her head upwards so that she could see him and she pursed her lips together at the expression on his face.

"What's the matter?"

"I wanted to say this earlier, but I chickened out-"

"Okay…"

"I just… I think about what I did to you back then Linds, and even though I totally deserved it; I'm so glad you never found that way of letting me go."

Lindsay felt the residing thump in the pit of her stomach over the conversation they'd shared on the dance floor earlier. Although she'd told him it wasn't something she needed to cry about, sometimes, when she was overly emotional, or let herself tap into the betrayal and hurt she'd once felt, she could let a few tears escape. She made a conscious effort not to, but it wasn't always successful.

"So am I." she sighed heavily a moment or two later.

"You have no idea how much I love you, baby." He pressed a kiss to her temple as he laced his fingers through her's and brought their intertwined fingers to his lips. "And how sorry I am."

"Listen, not now, okay?" she pressed a kiss to his knuckles. "Tonight isn't about where we were, it's about where we are now. Let's focus on that."

"You're right." He said as he cupped the side of her face, bringing her back down so that she was laying her head on his chest.

She reached up with her free hand and ran her fingertips lightly over his ticklish spot in the crook of his neck affectionately. As an instant reaction, Danny thrust his head towards his shoulder to limit anymore of her advances; fully prepared for this defence, Lindsay's fingers shot to the other side of his neck wherein she nailed his ticklish spot perfectly, first time. Danny flailed and cried out as he desperately tried to grab her hands to prevent her from doing it again, but every time it looked like he'd stopped her, she'd start again. He playfully pulled the sheet over his head and rolled over so that he was facing away from her, but she simply wiggled underneath the sheet, and started her attack from underneath the covers.

"I can see your smile." She whispered in his ear. "You can't hide it."

Sighing as she realised he wasn't playing; she lay back on the bed and removed the sheet from where she'd had it over her head. In a last ditch attempt to get a reaction from him, she ran her nails down his back and waited for a moment before she did it again, but before she reached his back, he'd turned over, pinned her down on the mattress and nailed her in all of her ticklish areas.

Squealing, Lindsay flailed away from him as she realised her best laid plan to seduce him again failed as she engaged in a fierce tickle fight. She could feel herself edging closer to the side of the makeshift double bed, and she was beginning to be concerned over the space she had. Noticing this in her face, Danny rolled away from her cautiously and she heaved herself up to follow him onto the central part of the two beds, but as she did so, she lost her balance and felt herself careening over the edge… quite literally this time. Before she even had a chance to panic, she felt his hand grip hers firmly as he pulled her towards him so that she landed as a heap on his chest.

"See, I knew someone was gonna get hurt." He smirked as he pressed a kiss to her temple as she settled on his chest. She cupped the sides of his face with her hands and the intense gaze she was sending in his direction was almost causing a blush to his cheeks. "Montana, what you lookin' at me like that for?" he whispered.

"You're my hero." She breathed softly.

"Nah," he shook his head playfully. "You wouldn't have fallen anyway."

"I probably would have," she shrugged as she looked at him. "But I didn't really mean it like that…." She trailed off. There was a look in her eyes that sparked something within him that had him ready for round three.

"How did you mean it?" he asked her, turning them over so that she was pinned underneath him. He closed the distance between them as he pressed a kiss to her neck, moving to her shoulder as he progressed down her body.

"I meant-"The breath hitched in her throat as she felt Danny meet his intended destination. As she gripped the sheets underneath her within her fists and cried out in ecstasy, she realised that she was in for one hell of a night with him.

They'd eventually wear themselves out, and when they did, she'd snuggle into his arms. It was without a doubt, the safest place in the world, she thought. Tangled in the sheets with his arms wrapped tightly around her left her with such an indescribable rush for him that she craved it on the nights where they had to sleep alone.

But on nights like this, when the rush of love she had for him was in abundance, she knew that their love was so strong, it could endure the hardest of things. They had endured some of the toughest things a couple could possibly go through, but they had also been through some of the happiest times a couple could go through; and in the bad times, it was moments like this that made Lindsay remember that together, they could – and would - endure anything.

and there we have another chapter. Two more left after this one and then we're onto the next story I've been hoarding away ;)

Thanks for reading guys - as always, I'd love to know what you thought... until next time :)