Sexy times ahead that thoroughly earn the M rating! *wink wink*

Dan whimpered when Sabrina emerged from the bathroom wearing a white satin gown with spaghetti straps and lacy trim. Her dark brown hair fell in gentle waves past her bare shoulders, stopping just above her nipples that were pressed against the thin material.

"Dear God," he sighed, his eyes unabashedly devouring her where she stood. "Christmas might be – uh – coming early this year."

She blushed at his roundabout compliment, shyly tucking some hair behind one ear as she immediately noticed the additions to the room. "I see you brought candles." She loved the romantic atmosphere that they created and was impressed that he thought to bring them.

"I – uh – I just wanted to be ready in case," he stammered, quickly standing and heading for the bathroom with his change of clothes in hand. "I'll be out in a few minutes. Don't. Move."

Sabrina laughed quietly and shook her head. "I'm not going anywhere. Promise."

While he showered, Sabrina moved their coats to the couch and turned down the bed. It wasn't completely dark yet, but she closed the curtains to block out what sun there was. Wishing for music, she turned on the alarm radio on the nightstand and scrolled through the stations, happy to find one with the kinds of tunes that she was looking for. Classic rock.

Wearing a black silky robe and boxers, Dan exited the bathroom and walked around to his side of the bed as a soft billow of vanilla soap-scented steam wafted behind him. Sabrina couldn't help but stare at his lean, muscular legs – his thighs especially caught her attention, observing how cut and defined they were – and then she looked up to see the light dusting of hair across his toned chest, absentmindedly licking her lips in reaction.

"I like the music," he commented while Whole Lotta Love played. "Nice choice of stations."

"Thought you might." Sabrina eagerly watched as he hastily untied the sash to his robe and slipped it off, tossing it to the end of the bed. She regretted nothing as she moved closer when he lay beside her.

"I hope I wasn't being too presumptuous bringing the candles," he said quietly as they faced each other.

"They're perfect." She gently traced the side of his cheek where his dimple liked to hide. He had such a little boy grin sometimes. "I'm glad you brought them."

Dan reached for her hand and brought it to his mouth, pressing little kisses to the pads of her fingers, his lips soft and lingering.

"Your nightgown is exquisite, by the way," he complimented, his voice husky in the flickering shadows around them.

"Bought it when I bought the dress," she shared, reaching for his arm and leisurely running her hand over his firm bicep. "Bought it for you. I just wanted to be ready in case, too."

As he traced the dip of her waist and then up the curve of her hip, she watched his eyes in fascination. She could feel the heat of his stare through the thin material. His hand continued its path down her thigh almost to her knee before making its way back up, bringing some of her gown with it.

Sabrina had to remind herself to breathe when his eyes finally met hers. Gone was the smirk and playfulness that usually surrounded him; in its place was lust and desire that he made sure she saw. His pupils were dilated and dark, and they held a warning all their own. With her heart hammering away in her ribcage, he followed the contours of her body again, his hand crawling under the satiny material of her gown and squeezing her thigh, digging his fingertips into the soft flesh there.

The heat from his touch upon her skin coaxed a quiet moan from the base of her throat, and she lifted her hand to his hair to comb through one side above his ear. As his hand caressed her leg up and down, his stormy eyes glanced at her lips a couple times before he finally leaned forward to gently press his mouth to hers. The kiss was soft and easy, and Sabrina scooted closer to him, carding her fingers through his hair when his tongue flicked against her bottom lip.

As he stroked her thigh and hip under her gown, it took only a moment for him to make a particular discovery. "No panties," he murmured, his lips brushing lightly against hers. "Naughty girl."

"You'd just take them off, anyway."

"Mmm hmm," he hummed, planting small pecks on her cheek. "Slowly. With my teeth."

Sabrina smiled but it disappeared when he pulled her towards him by her hip and sealed his mouth over hers. His tongue snuck in, curious and hungry, and she eagerly welcomed him, tasting the peppermint of his toothpaste. When she scraped her nails along the base of his neck, there was a needy groan from low in his throat.

Dan planted tiny kisses along her jaw and then whispered something in French that made her thighs squeeze together.

"What did you say?" she asked softly, her skin tingling where his mouth had been.

Nibbling his way down her neck, he answered, "I said that nails are one of my favorite things. Feel free to dig them in anywhere that you'd like."

When he gently nipped and sucked at the sensitive pulse points above her collarbone, Sabrina shuddered in his arms and tossed her head back to give him more room. "Oh…and you just found my magic spot."

He chuckled, his deep voice reverberating against her skin and causing goose bumps to flood across her body like marbles scattered across a tile floor. "That so?"

"Mmm hmm," she said, her breaths shallow. "And I don't mind a little mark here and there, either. Feel free to leave one anywhere that you'd like."

"God bless you." He lifted his head to look into her eyes before rolling them over so that he was on top, one leg resting in between hers.

Sabrina disappeared under Dan's six foot and more frame as he kissed his way down her jaw and neck to her collarbone once more, slowly sliding one spaghetti strap over her shoulder and down her arm further and further. As soon as she felt the cool air brush across her bare nipple, she felt the warmth of his mouth covering her the next. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she keened softly as he brought her to a hardened peak. With each deliberate flick of his tongue, she squeezed his thigh in between hers. When he gently suckled each rosy bud, she groaned and lifted her hips to his in search of more friction.

Sensing her need, he reached down and pulled the edge of her gown up to her waist so that he could shift his leg and press his knee against her, immediately dropping his head to the valley between her breasts when he did.

"Jesus," he breathed, rubbing his knee in small circles against her and making her moan softly. "You…you're…so hot…"

"Your fault," she told him when he lifted his head to look at her, his eyes half-lidded and drunk with desire.

"God," he continued, his knee still rubbing her. "Makes me want to just slide inside you right now."

Sabrina had never been one for extended foreplay, anyway, so she liked that idea immensely. Besides, with the way that he was stimulating her clit coupled with the fact that she'd been wound up for days, she was more than ready. "Mmm. So who's stopping you? There's time for other stuff later."

With a big smile, he said, "I might love you." He moved away from her briefly to get a condom from the nightstand and then took off his boxers while she removed her gown.

Briefly biting her bottom lip, she watched him roll on the protection. There was always something sensual about the act to her. "Think we'll need lube? I have some."

Dan gave her a wolfish grin that made her feel like freshly caught prey, his dark brown eyes twinkling in mischief. "Want me to check?" he asked, voice low and sultry.

"Please," she whispered, desperate for his touch. The fire within her was raging, and coherent thoughts were quickly slipping away.

With narrowed, lust-filled eyes that were locked with hers, his hand traveled down her body to the apex of her thighs. When his fingers brushed over her dark curls and touched the soft, wet skin there, she moaned and grabbed a fistful of sheets in one hand and dug her nails into his arm with the other.

"Son of a bitch," he sighed with an eye roll, exploring her silken heat until he found her entrance. His long middle finger slid in easily, making both of them whimper.

"Good God, woman, you're going to kill me," he commented, his fingers doing devilish things between her legs. "Fuck."

"Yes please," Sabrina moaned as her hips seemed to move on their own searching for more of his touch as her breathing grew more erratic. She was finding it hard to concentrate on anything but getting him inside her. The itch that she'd had the last few days needed scratching badly.

"Yes ma'am." He removed his fingers and wedged his hips between her legs, nudging them apart. When she wrapped them around his waist, he found her entrance immediately and began to enter her; she didn't even have to help guide him in.

"Open for me, Sabrina," he whispered against her lips in between urgent kisses as he braced himself above her. "Let me in."

"I want to," she told him, trying to relax her muscles as he gently pressed into her. It had been a little while since her last roll in the hay, so she was a little more tender than usual.

Dan kissed his way along her jaw and up to her ear to whisper all sorts of things in French, which caused her to rake her nails along his back as he continued his careful thrusts. When his mouth dropped to her neck, biting and sucking hard, she gasped, and her body reacted accordingly. He fully breached her, tearing a long moan from her throat and making her dig her nails into the soft skin of his back.

Stilling his hips, he dropped his head to her shoulder with a garbled string of obscenities. Sabrina shifted her legs, forcing her inner muscles to relax.

"Damn," she sighed, closing her eyes and reveling in the slight burn and stretch that ignited every nerve in her body. "Can you just…move slowly for a minute?"

"Mmm. I always start slow. Can't just jam it in."

She smiled, remembering when he'd said that when she couldn't get her key to work the night before, as he slid almost all the way out before languidly sheathing himself inside her one inch at a time.

"Yes," she breathed, trying to keep her eyes open to watch his face expressions but having a difficult time. She felt fuller than ever, and he touched every magical spot within her tight passage that seemed to fit around him like a glove.

"You feel…" but Dan finished his sentence with a ragged breath as he slid out and then home again. "Fuck."

"I think you already are," she whispered, arching her body to his, unable to get close enough. "Mmm more…you can move quicker."

Taking her cue, he began to ride her faster, eliciting moans and sighs from both of them as their bodies rocked together up and down on the bed.

Sabrina easily gave in to her desire – she was usually in such control of herself – but being with Dan was an overwhelming experience. They fit so well together; her breasts were pressed against his chest as his momentum increased, causing pressure to quickly build in her lower abdomen, and they were working up a sweat rather quickly, slipping and sliding against each other.

Not stopping his savage pace, he asked, "Can you come this way?"

"No…normally not," she panted, seeking purchase by digging her heels into the bed. "It's okay."

"I'll take care of you."

"Just…faster, Dan."

Words stopped between them as he held her tighter and increased his speed while Sabrina clung to him, scraping her nails along his back. His grunts and moans filled the room, and it turned her on; she loved it when men were vocal, and he certainly was. Balancing on one arm, he kneaded her breasts as they bounced, gently pinching her nipples causing waves of extra pleasure to flood across her body.

Dan crashed his mouth to hers in a fiery and demanding kiss, needing more of her than he was already getting, and then hooked his hand behind her knee to press it towards her and deepen his angle. They fell into a frantic and chaotic rhythm; their bodies slick with sweat as the sound of skin slapping together drowned out the radio.

"Too close," he mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head as he slowed some. "Don't want to come yet. Feels too good."

Sabrina gripped the soft flesh of his buttocks and pulled him to her, encouraging him to go faster. "No, don't stop. Just do it."

"Sure?"

"Positive."

When he cradled her in his arms, one of his hands slipping into her hair, she whispered, "Pull it if you want."

"I might have to marry you," he breathed, fisting her hair and tugging hard, causing her to gasp and dig her nails in to his skin.

His eyes enlarged, his mouth opening in surprise. "You just clenched around me when I did that."

"Do it again."

He did and cried out when her inner walls clamped down around him once more. Keeping his tight hold on her, Dan gave in and let himself go, pounding into her with feral strokes and groaning with each one, those groans turning into feverish growls when he came, erratically pulsing his hips only a few more times until they finally stilled. Letting go of her hair, Dan dropped his head to her shoulder again as he caught his breath and waited for his orgasmic haze to dissipate.

Sabrina was breathing heavy, too, as she held his hot, sticky body to hers, trailing her fingers up and down his back. She was grinning from ear to ear, and she already couldn't wait for next time. Her entire body tingled, and she felt as if she were floating above the mattress.

"Hope I didn't leave too many nail marks," she said quietly.

"You're not the only one who enjoys a mark or two," he told her, lifting his head to kiss her tenderly, happiness glittering in his eyes. "That felt amazing, by the way. Your turn."

"Trust me. I enjoy sex even without the orgasm."

"Please?" He gave her his best puppy eyes which made her laugh.

"Well…since you insist."

Dan slipped from her carefully and rolled the condom off, placing it on the nightstand temporarily before turning back towards her and gathering her in his arms.

"Hopefully I can make you feel as good as you just made me feel," he said, hugging her tight.

"What we just did felt pretty amazing."

"Yes but – " Dan paused to kiss her deeply, their tongues meeting and stroking each other in lazy circles. "I want to push you over that edge, too. Again." He kissed her. "Again." His kissed her once more. "And again."

"Have I said that I love how you think?"

Lying on their sides, Dan kissed a trail from Sabrina's cheek down to her neck and took his time mapping out her torso. He squeezed one breast, kneading it in his large hand, and then rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, giving her other breast the same treatment as her head rolled back and forth on the pillow.

Sabrina dug her nails into his bicep in reaction to his physical attentions, her vocalizations little more than a bunch of vowels strung together. She wanted to watch his facial expressions – he was staring at her so intensely, his eyes dark pools of chocolate – but his expert touch forced her eyes to close. There was no question – he knew a woman's body and exactly how to coax it into heightened states of pleasure. She felt like a violin being played by a master violinist's talented, skillful fingers.

Dan caressed her waist and abdomen, the tips of his fingers dancing along her heated skin down to the center of her body. When his fingers brushed over her nest of curls again, he whispered, "Open for me, Sabrina."

She bit her lip when she heard his repeat request (which made her feel a bit like jello in and of itself), quickly putting her feet on the bed and parting her thighs, eager to feel him. She gasped when his fingers came into contact with her soft folds and began to rub small circles around her clit.

"God, Dan," she whispered, eyes closed tightly as she writhed on the bed; she was still sensitive and stimulated from their coupling.

"Sabrina," he breathed, her name a rumble in his throat, his middle finger sliding down further to tease her sensitive opening. "You're so soft. So hot. Mmm…I can't wait to taste you."

She fisted the sheet under her and whimpered when Dan spread her with his ring and index finger before using his middle finger to gently flick the fleshy pearl between her legs.

"Yes…right there," she sighed. At that point, she didn't even recognize her own voice as she scraped her fingernails on the bed, gripping and tugging on the sheets even harder.

"Like this?" he breathed, his mouth brushing along her parted lips, staying as close to her as he could, their upper bodies crushed together.

"Mmm hmm." Her muscles were quickly tightening as he expertly pleasured her. He was one of the few men she'd been with that knew that particular trick as he brought her to the edge in a hurry.

"So beautiful," he murmured, gazing at her as his finger danced over the jumble of nerves between her legs. "Are you close, baby? Let me hear you."

Overwhelmed by his touch, his scent, his deep voice (that happened to have the same effect on her that his touch did), Sabrina chased her orgasm and caught it moments later.

As she came, she felt like she was caught in an undertow on a stormy ocean as wave upon wave crashed into her. She raked her nails across Dan's arm harder than she had previously, not bothering to try to quiet her exclamations. He followed her jerky movements for a minute or so until her keens and thrashes slowed.

"Oh my God," she panted, her chest heaving. "Sorry about your arm." Her head was spinning, and she was quite certain that she was literally glowing from physical bliss.

"Please. You have the best orgasms. You can gouge my arm anytime if I get to cause them. Wow."

Dan stared at her for a few more moments before closing his lips over hers, languidly exploring her mouth with his tongue, taking his time as he kissed her. They were so doing all of that again. Many times. In many ways. Quite possibly in many locations.

When he lifted his head to look into her eyes, they both smiled and laughed quietly, his dimple appearing once more. His cheeks were flushed, and she assumed hers was, too.

"I'm glad that I asked you to stay," she said, combing her fingers through his salt and pepper colored hair. It was soft and thick, and she liked touching it. She liked touching him everywhere.

"I'm glad that I decided to listen to Harry and not be a jerk."

Sabrina's eyes widened. "Harry? What did he say to you?" The mention of her cousin caught her off guard. He was always sticking his nose in people's business – he'd been like that since they were little. He always meant well, but sometimes it was annoying.

Dan rolled to his back and pulled the sheet up to his waist as Sabrina followed. Once she got settled beside him, he put his arm around her and held her close.

"He was quick to warn me that my usual antics would not work with you."

"So you tried new antics that would work."

"I'd hoped they would," he clarified, giving her a quick squeeze. "But, Sabrina, this wasn't a quest to get into your skirt and carve a notch on the bedpost." His free hand lightly stroked her arm that lay across his waist. "I will – shamefully – admit that I have done that in the past, but – "

"You don't do it anymore?"

Dan cleared his throat. "Um…I'm not doing it now."

Sabrina smiled and shifted closer to him. Whether it was complete truth or not, she honestly wasn't sure, but she was having a great time with him regardless. "Well, I'm glad to hear it. I'm really enjoying being with you."

"And I'm enjoying being with you," he said before a yawn hit him. "Maybe a nap before we eat cold Chinese food?"

With Don't You Want Somebody To Love playing on the small radio and the lights from the candles flickering around them in the darkened room, Sabrina breathed deeply in contentment and snuggled closer to him, her eyelids heavy and body feeling like it was sinking into the bed. "Sounds perfect to me."

On Monday afternoon, Dan and Sabrina walked into the courtroom holding hands and then kissed before she took her seat so that he could prepare for his cases.

Roz, Christine and Mac exchanged surprised glances.

"That was quite an entrance, Dan," Mac commented when the prosecutor walked over to his desk to get a copy of the night's docket.

Dan turned around to gaze longingly at Sabrina before facing Mac again. "She's quite a woman."

While Dan gathered files, Roz and Christine walked over to Sabrina with knowing grins on their faces.

"Looks like you two had a fun weekend," Christine said in a sing-song manner.

"Especially if that hickey on your neck is any indication," Roz added with a point and a smirk.

Sabrina tried not to blush as she glanced across the room towards Dan before looking back to the ladies.

"Yeah…we had a great weekend," she confirmed the memory of being pinned under his naked body as it grinded against hers in a sexual frenzy replaying in her mind. Barely stifling her moan, she shifted her hips where she sat, trying to relieve the desire that was quickly building between her thighs. Perhaps then was not the best moment for that particular memory.

"I'll admit it's a little weird, but it's really nice seeing him like this," Christine told her, looking over at Dan.

"Yeah, and it'll give the other women in the building a much-needed break," Roz quipped.

Sabrina had to laugh.

During the dinner break, Harry called Sabrina into his chambers.

"Please tell me that Dan is behaving himself," he said after he closed the door and walked over to her.

"Of course he is," she answered, standing in the center of the room. "He's been a complete gentleman."

"Then what is that bruise on your neck from?" Harry asked, voice tense as he crossed his arms and waited for her reply.

"He can give me a hickey and be a gentleman at the same time," she insisted, not liking the way that he was questioning her. She should have expected it, though. She'd considered a turtleneck or scarf to cover the mark but eventually decided against it because she had nothing to hide.

Harry gave her a disbelieving look and pursed his lips, accusation blazing from his eyes. "Can he, Sabrina?"

"Yes, he can, Harry," she told him, jutting out her chin defiantly. "And if you really need to know, I asked him to stay. It was all my doing, not his."

"Are you positive?"

"One hundred percent."

Harry's shoulders slumped. "You can't blame me for checking," he said, his gaze softening some. "I've known Dan a long time. I know how he can be with women. I just don't want to see him take advantage of you."

"Trust me – I'm very familiar with men like him," Sabrina informed her cousin, understanding that Harry was not fully aware of her casual behavior back home. "But I'm telling you – he's been wonderfully kind and sweet and gentle. Besides, he can't take advantage of someone who's more than willing."

Harry smiled a little then as he relented his questioning and dropped his arms. "I have to admit – you two do look awfully happy tonight."

Sabrina returned his smile. "How about joining me for dinner? We'll talk about something other than Dan."

"Would love to."

"Now what?" Dan asked, holding both of Sabrina's hands in the courtroom after session was over and smiling down at her. "Go back to your hotel and give the other guests something to complain about?"

Sabrina laughed when he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Not tonight. A call later might be nice, though."

"All right. A call later it is. Walk you to a cab?"

"Actually, Harry and I are going out for breakfast now."

"Oh okay. Have a good time." Dan cupped her cheeks in his hands and leaned down for a genteel kiss. "Talk to you later."

After he all but skipped out of the courtroom, Sabrina turned around to see the dropped jaws of Christine, Roz and Mac.

"I didn't think that he was capable of anything like that," Roz commented, still staring at the door where he'd exited.

"If I didn't see it, I wouldn't have believed it," Mac added, shaking his head in bewilderment.

"Sabrina, you've worked miracles," Christine remarked. "I never knew he had it in him."

Bull walked into the courtroom then through the door near Mac's desk. He looked at his friends, then towards the other side of the room where their gazes were fixed and then back towards them. "Did I miss something? You guys look like you've seen a ghost."

"We might have," Mac replied. "It was definitely something a little spooky."

"Oookay," was Bull's reply.

Sabrina chuckled on her way to Harry's chambers as she thought about what Christine had said. She didn't know about what was in him, but she certainly knew what she'd had in her. And she couldn't wait to have it again.

Finally - posted! Dan was giving me a hard time with this chapter...er...you know what I mean. I can't even tell you how many edits it went through.

And Happy Turkey Day to those who celebrate!