*mature*

It was a beautiful spring day in late March, and Linda would have loved to be outside with seemingly everyone else in New York, but she was stuck inside studying for her finals. And they were truly her finals- they'd be her very last tests as a college student. She was excited to be graduating, but was stressing about the finals. She sat on her bed, her notebooks and text books spread over the mattress and a few on the floor.

She looked up when she heard footsteps in the apartment. She smiled when she saw her husband, "Why, hello, Officer. It's very nice to see you. Only..."

"Only?" Danny cocked an eyebrow, leaning against the door frame.

"Shouldn't you be at work?"

"Nope. Went in to finish some paper work, now I'm free." He walked into their bedroom, "but it seems like you're not."

"I have finals coming up-"

"In April."

"Danny, it's the end of March! April is going to be here in three days, and I gotta get the material down."

"You're stressing over nothing," he sat beside her on the bed. He pushed her hair back, trailed his fingers down her neck, and to her shoulder.

"Easy for you to say! This stuff is hard! And I can't focus, and nothing is staying in my brain!"

Danny took Linda's notebook from her lap, stopping her stressed out ramble.

"What're you doing?"

"Helping you. You need a study partner, and I've got nothing to do. So," he looked to her notes, picked out the longest and hardest word there. "What is mechanoreceptors?"

Linda corrected his pronunciation, then said, "I don't know."

"Yes, you do. Now come on. What is mechanoreceptors?"

"Those are... sensory receptors that respond to movement."

"See? You do know this. And examples are?"

"Movements like touch, vibrations... pressure."

"So, if I were to do this," he touched her shoulders, started massaging them. "These little mechanic whatzits go wild?"

"Uh huh," she turned her head towards him, relaxing into his touch. He brushed the short hair away from her neck, and kissed the left side.

"And this? Are they responding to this?" He whispered against her skin, sending vibrating chills through her spine.

"Yes."

"You said pressure, so... if I put my hand here," he slipped his hand down her shirt, cupping her breast atop her bra. "And the other one here," his fingers dipped into her panties, and pressed the small ball of nerves. "They would react?"

Linda moaned when he pinched her nipple and her clit simultaneously. "Oh, yes."

"Any other sensors you need to know about?"

"Sensor... sensory receptors." She corrected, or tried to, as he started to unbutton the cloth buttons to her pink shirt. He untied the ends, and the shirt fluttered open, exposing her stomach and lacy white bra.

Danny kissed her shoulder again as he tossed the shirt aside, "those mechanic receptor things... they're for touch right?"

"Light touch, that's what they respond to."

"Light touch, eh?" He trailed his index finger up and down her spine, stopping at the waist band to her jeans. He moved his hands from her back to her front, and popped the bottom open. While he kissed her neck and a shoulder, he pulled the zipper down.

"Danny," Linda breathed out, raising her arm to caress his cheek.

He nibbled her ear, "take 'em off for me, baby. Take it all off."

She felt all the good tingles shooting through her body as she stood up and stripped.

Danny pulled her into his lap, kissing her fervently. He fondled her breast, pinching and twisting her nipple. His fingers on his other hand dance on her thighs, barely touching and intentionally ignoring her center.

Linda whimpered, pressing herself against Danny's thigh. It wasn't fair- she was already pent up with anxiety and frustrations about her finals. She had cried about them more than once, and her hormones were all over the place. He was taking ads advantage of her pathetic state, and now he wouldn't even give her what she wanted.

"Danny..."

"What? What is it that you want? Tell me what you want," he instructed her, against her neck.

"Touch me. Please, Danny, please touch me." She didn't care that she was begging- she needed this.

"Only because you asked so nicely." He slowly dragged his finger from her knee, up her thigh, and to her core.

He smirked at her delighted moan, "you're so wet, baby. Wet for me?"

She nodded, her lip between her teeth. She gripped his shirt as he started moving his finger in and out. "For you, Danny."

He dipped his head to kiss and bite her collarbone and her breasts. Her moans were absolutely filthy, and the way she shuttered and moved against him continuously made his pants grown increasingly tighter.

Linda moved her hands from Danny's shoulder and cupped his face, turning his head up. She kissed him, and the little puffs of air from his nose were hot as fire on her skin. "Faster," she instructed him between kisses.

He pulled back, "what was that?"

If she wasn't so desperate, she might have said something sassy, or done something like stick her hand in his pants. She whined out, "faster, please. Please, please, puh-lease."

He chuckled at her desperateness, but quickly picked up the pace of his fingers. She rocked with the motions of his finger, her nails digging into his skin again.

Her body tensed, and a spew of curses fell from her lips, as well as Danny's name over and over again.

"Thank you," Linda mumbled, already half asleep. She was cuddled against Danny, her left leg resting over his hips.

"For what?" He ran his fingers up her arm slowly.

"For... making me relaxed."

"You were stressed out- I was just helping." He shrugged.

She mumbled something around a yawn he didn't quite understand in response.

"What?"

But he never got an answer, because she was sleeping soundly, all stress of finals temporarily forgotten. He kissed her head, "I love you, Linda."