B&E

Author's Note: This one is for WildThing~Becoming because...well, you know why and I am completely blaming it on you. I hope this meets your expectations. Enjoy, sweetie!

Danny leaned his head against the back of the elevator as it carried him to his floor. He was tired. He felt like he had spent the entire day running, although he was sure he hadn't really. Running after judges for warrants, running after suspects who just wouldn't give up, running after CSIs who had the evidence he needed to finish pulling the case together. He was really looking forward to sitting down with a beer and his television and being mindless for a few hours. He wasn't even sure he was going to eat dinner.

As the doors opened, he pushed his body away from the wall and drug it out of the box. He hoped he would make it to his apartment before he collapsed. He approached the door and began unlocking it, the tiredness dropping from his bones when he realized that only half of the locks were engaged. Drawing his gun from its holster, he pulled his cell phone loose with the other hand and flipped it open, dialing nine one and then easing the door open with his foot. Leading with his gun, he edged his way into his apartment, preparing to complete his call when he saw who was in his apartment. As the door opened, he was able to hear music playing and he frowned, but didn't lower his weapon. After a moment, he recognized Bryan Adams' Waking Up the Neighbors album. Thinking it was odd that someone would break into his place and start music, he continued into the apartment; sticking close to the walls and clearing the room before he continued on. When he reached the kitchen, he lowered his gun with a sigh. "Mallory," he stated. He holstered his service piece and closed his cell. "I could have shot you."

His girlfriend turned from the stove where she had been fussing over something, smiling at him. "But you didn't." She looked him over. "You look terrible."

"Gee, thanks," he replied. "How did you get in?"

Mallory turned the stove down and crossed over to him. She undid his tie and eased his jacket off his shoulders. "Trust me when I say you really don't want to know. Why don't you go change? Dinner will be a few more minutes. Patrick called and told me you had a rough day and I thought you might like to come home to dinner."

Danny smiled as some of the tensions eased just because she cared enough to fuss over him. He still wasn't used to having someone who cared if he had a bad day. Pulling her closer, he kissed her gently. "Thank you," he said. "I do like that you made me dinner. Do I have time to shower?"

She glanced at the stove. "If you don't take too long."

"No more than ten minutes," he promised. He picked up his suit jacket from where she had tossed it and left the room, calling over his shoulder, "I still want to know how you got in. You don't have a key."

"I'll tell you over dinner."

When Danny returned to the kitchen, Mallory was just pouring Alfredo sauce over the fettuccine she had made. She handed the plates to him and then turned back to get the drinks from the counter. When she joined him at the breakfast bar, he took the pint glass from her. "So how did you get in?" he asked.

"You sure you want to know this?" she replied. "Its sort've illegal."

"Mallory," he warned.

She sighed. "I used to lose my keys all the time so Patrick taught me how to pick locks. I hit the buttons downstairs until someone buzzed me in and then I picked the locks up here."

Danny restrained himself from banging his head on the table, but only just. "I don't know which I'm more annoyed at. You picking the locks or some idiot in my building just randomly buzzing you in." He picked at his dinner. "Please tell me this isn't a common occurrence."

She shook her head. "No. I have a couple of spare sets now. And the person who buzzed me in is the woman who lives across the hall from you. I told her who I was and I guess she remembered me."

Danny recalled the older woman who lived alone and whom he occasionally ran errands for. "I'll talk to her. I'm not happy about it. She should know better." He took another bite of dinner when Mallory glared at him. "It is good, Mally, I'm just tired."

She rubbed his arm gently. "If you're that tired, why don't you go to bed? I'll clean this up and let myself out."

Danny ate a few more bites, then stood up, moving around until he stood behind her. He pressed up against her. "Are you opening the store tomorrow?" he asked in a low voice.

Automatically, she leaned back against him, snuging her butt against his crotch. "No, it's Emily's day to open by herself."

He nuzzled her neck, lapping gently at it. "So why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

She arched into him, forcing him to brace himself or risk being pushed backwards. "I was leaving because you're tired."

He ran his hand up under her shirt, playing with the underside of her bra. "I'm not that tired."

She giggled as he tickled her ribs. "Two seconds ago you could barely hold your head up to eat dinner, now you want sex?"

Danny shrugged. "Second wind. You joining me?"

"Yeah." Mallory looked around at the remaining food. "Let me just put the leftovers away."

"Don't take too long or I might fall asleep," Danny warned. He drew his hand out from under her shirt, caressing her at the same time.

Mallory grabbed his hand as he started to walk away. "Hey, if you do, you do. No big deal. I'll just crawl in and snuggle you."

Danny grinned. "Yeah, but now I'm horny. Hurry up, okay?" He detoured towards the door on his way to the bedroom and made sure it was locked securely. Pulling off his shirt as he entered his bedroom, he tossed it towards the laundry basket. When he had come in earlier, he had locked his weapon in the gun safe and tossed his cuffs on top out of habit. Now he glanced at them as he dropped down onto the bed. He was annoyed that she had picked the locks and wanted to make sure she thought twice before doing it again. Fingering the cuffs, he tried to decide if he could really do that to her. He knew she trusted him enough to let him do it, but he also knew she had a formidable temper when it was aroused and this would probably set her off. Tossing them onto the nightstand, he decided to see what happened when she joined him. Lying down on the bed, he settled his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.

He must have dozed off because the next thing he was aware of was a body covering his. He jerked awake and then untensed when he realized it was Mallory. "Hey," she whispered. "You wanna sleep?"

He captured her lips, so temptingly close to his, in a bruising kiss, and answered when they separated, "Hell, no." Untucking the back of her t-shirt, he continued, "You have too many clothes on."

Laughing, she sat up and pulled her shirt off, tossing it behind her. " Better?" she asked.

His blue eyes darkened as her pale skin and red bra were revealed. Reaching up, he cupped her lace covered breasts, causing her to arch into his hands. "Much better," he murmured. "I liked my surprise, even if I don't like how you got in."

Mallory grinned down at him, grinding her body against him as she felt him begin to harden underneath her. "Well, give me a set of keys and you won't have to worry about it."

"We're not having this conversation now," Danny replied, drawing her down to him with one hand while the other continued to play with her breasts. "There are other things we could be doing right now."

"One track mind," she accused. She settled herself against him, nuzzling his neck and then sucking his earlobe into her mouth. He slid his hand down her back and pressed her tightly against him, causing her to bite gently. He groaned in response.

"And you're complaining?" he asked. He ran his hands under her bra in the back and then twisted, unhooking it. When she sat up again, he slid it off and dropped it over the side up the bed.

"Did I say I was complaining?" she replied as she guided his hands back to her breasts. She pressed them tightly against her body and grinned down at him. "You're definitely feeling better."

He drew her down towards him, kissing her neck and down her chest as it came within reach. "You always make things better," he told her. He continued to nibble on the parts of her that he could reach as she ground against him. He hadn't forgotten what he wanted to do, but he found himself distracted by what her body was doing to his. He reached between their bodies, unsnapping her jeans and sliding the tips of his fingers inside. Mallory moaned and wiggled, trying to encourage his hand deeper. "I'm gonna roll us," he murmured. When she nodded, but didn't turn her attention from the side of his neck where she was working on a world class hickey, he adjusted his hands so he had a firm grip on her. Cr addling the back of her head with one hand, he braced her with the other and tilted them both, gently rolling them to the side. Mallory went with the motion, wrapping her arms around him and shifting until she was now underneath him.

She spread her legs as they settled into the new position and he groaned as his cock pressed into her center. Even through their jeans, he could feel the heat of her and he ached to be buried inside her. She ran her hands over his back and down over his jean clad ass, gripping tightly as he pressed down. He took her mouth in a kiss and groped blindly on his nightstand for the cuffs, managing not to exalt in triumph as he found them. He encouraged her to run one of her hands up his body, sliding it into his hair, and then entwining it with his hand. He slid his hand down her arm, continuing to kiss her, trailing his mouth down her arm and then taking her lips again as he clasped the cuff around her wrist. She jerked at the feel of the cold metal, but he deepened the kiss and pressed down against her, distracting her with the weight of his body. Mallory shifted, moving her other hand of her own violation and running her fingers up his spine. He almost changed his mind at the feel of her fingers on his vertebrae, but worked the links around the iron bar of his bed and drew her free hand up. He moved faster now, not bothering to distract her as much, and quickly locked the other cuff around her wrist.

Mallory's eyes narrowed as she realized what had happened. She pulled away from him as much as she could with her body pinned by his weight and her hands above her head. Pulling on the restraints, she demanded, "What the fuck? Danny, what the fuck are you doing? Are you fucking insane?"

Danny bit his tongue, knowing that laughing at her would be the completely wrong response in this instance, but he had never heard her use the word fuck that much in one breath. "That was pretty impressive, Mally."

"Danny, so help me god, fucking uncuff me or you will not get laid for a year," she replied.

"Um, no," he answered. When she bucked against him, trying to dislodge him, he shifted his weight to hold her down. "Listen to me. You did something really dangerous tonight. I know you were trying to surprise me, but I could have very easily shot you. I want you to promise me that you won't ever, ever do that again."

"Un. Cuff. Me. Now." Mallory grated out.

Danny sat up so that he wasn't laying fully on her and brushed her hair away from her face. "Do you trust me?" When she opened her mouth to argue with him, he shushed her. "Just answer me, please? Do you trust me?"

Mallory looked up at him, blue eyes locking with blue. "Yes," she answered slowly.

"Then let me play. I want you to remember this. I want you to think twice about breaking in again." He eased a strand of hair lose and twisted it around her fingers. "If at anytime, you want me to release you, just say the word and I will."

She looked up at his face, then down the line of his body where his erection still strained against the confines of his jeans. "Having me bound is turning you on?" she asked softly.

Danny swallowed hard and forced himself to meet her eyes. "Yes," he admitted.

"And how is fucking me senseless going to teach me not to break into your apartment?" she asked.

"I didn't say it was going to teach you not to break in. I said it was going to make you remember doing this and make you think twice." He reached over and retrieved his keys from where he had set them. "Do I release you? Or..." He trailed a finger down her shoulder and then across her breast, tweaking her nipple. "Do we continue?"

Mallory held his eyes for a moment, searching them carefully for the man she had come to care for and trust. "We continue," she answered finally.

Danny leaned down and kissed her gently. "Thank you," he whispered to her. "Are your arms comfortable? Are they straining?"

She considered her position and then shrugged her shoulders. "I think I'm okay, but I could stand to have my arms a little lower."

Danny fussed with her position for a few minutes, lowering her arms until she was comfortable and then brushing her hair away from her face until he could see her clearly. "If it hurts, if something I do bothers you, tell me, okay?"

Mallory nodded and tipped her head towards him. "Kiss me?"

"Absolutely." He leaned down and captured her lips, trailing her hands across her body at the same time. She arched into his touch. He followed his hands with his mouth, murmuring against her body, "You look so hot like this. I love having you at my mercy."

She giggled as he hit a ticklish spot on her rib cage and her legs scissored up, causing Danny to put pressure on them. "Don't tickle me," she begged.

He nodded and trailed his fingers lower, playing with the opened button of her jeans. When she pushed up against him, he eased her zipper down, parting her jeans to reveal panties that matched the bra he had tossed earlier. "Very nice," he complimented.

"You planning on leaving your jeans on?" she asked.

"For now," he answered as he eased her jeans off her body. He slithered down so his mouth was against her core and blew gently. Mallory moaned in response. "Too much?" he asked and she frantically shook her head. He kissed along the edge of her panties, dipping his tongue underneath, teasing her. As he began to pull them off her body, he licked each patch of skin as it was revealed, drawing low growls from her. He grinned against her skin at the sounds. He was really enjoying the unique experience of having her unable to grab him while they were in the middle of sex. Not that she tried to control him, they tended towards give and take in bed, but he was enjoying the control much more than he expected.

Danny moved the panties far enough that he had access to her core with his fingers, then stopped, moving his mouth from her stomach to her upper thighs. She started to protest his change, but he soothed her with wordless sounds until she settled. Pressing kisses against her legs, he asked, "What do you want?"

"Your mouth," she responded instantly.

"You have my mouth," he answered, pressing another kiss against her leg. "Where do you want it?"

"In me. In me." She tried to press herself up towards him and move her hands down, but was stopped by the cuffs. He looked up to see her pouting.

Danny grinned and slid his mouth up a little farther, licking a trail up her leg, keeping his eyes locked with hers. Her pout turned into a look of interest as her eyes rolled back in her head and almost crossed. "Good?" he asked.

"Um, ug," she responded incoherently.

"I'll take that as a yes," he said as his grin widened. It took a lot to reduce Mallory to non-verbal during sex, but he had apparently hit it pretty fast tonight. Looked like she liked being bound more than she thought she would. He slipped a finger deep inside her, gliding in easily since she was so wet. Mallory arched into his touch, clamping her inner muscles around his finger. He waited for a moment until she relaxed, then brushed against her clit; the resulting yelp made him chuckle.

He waited until she settled again, then slowly drew his finger out, twisting it as he did to get the maximum reaction out of her. Mallory moaned and pulled on the handcuffs, clanging them against the iron poll she was attached to. "Sh," he soothed her. "Don't fight. You'll get what you want soon enough, I promise." He sat up and checked her wrists. They were red, but not seriously bruised yet. "Don't pull too hard, babe, I don't want you to hurt yourself. I'm gonna make you feel real good." He swung his legs off her and made quick work of pulling her underwear off, then surveyed his prize.

Mallory looked up at him, her eyes clouded with lust, but aware enough of what was happening. With a wicked grin, she spread her legs, giving him access to her center. He groaned and clutched his erection at the sight of her offering herself freely to him. Pulling back from her, he breathed deeply for a few minutes, trying to starve off the eminent eruption. When he was positive he wasn't going to cream his jeans, he leaned towards her, but didn't head right for her center. Instead he captured her lips, kissing her deeply. Mallory sighed as he pulled away. "I love you," he whispered to her. She nodded and mouthed the words back to him.

Slowly he journeyed down her body, kissing a trail back to her center. When he reached it, he paused again. "Danny, please," she begged. "I need you. Stop teasing me."

He kissed her just above her pubic hair, then parted her labia folds and slipped his tongue inside. Mallory gasped and her legs snapped closed, trapping Danny's head between them. He let out a silent sigh and moved his hands so he could push them back apart. He lifted his head. "Mally, if you cut off my air supply, I can't do this."

"Sorry," she said, trying to sound contrite.

"Just try not to do it again. You ready this time?"

When she nodded, he lowered his head and lapped at her again, moving more slowly. Mallory sighed contentedly as he touched her this time and moved herself into his face. He slid his hands underneath her ass, rising her up a little so he could get a better angle. He could feel the nub swelling under his tongue and he wrapped himself around it, stroking it gently. Mallory's breathing sped up as he did and he found himself eager to push her over the edge. He wanted to slip himself inside her when she was still quivering and feel her tighten around his cock, having cum from his tongue. He knew he'd have to move fast once he made her cum to strip his jeans off, but he was confident he could do it. He worked his tongue harder, pressing against her clit, trying in earnest now to push her over the edge.

Mallory gripped the chain on the cuffs, glad now to have something to anchor herself to since Danny seemed determined to drive her out of her mind. She worked her leg under him, pressing it against his cock, drawing a groan from him that reverberated through her body. He shifted so her leg wasn't against him and dug his tongue into her. Mallory convulsed as he manipulated her expertly, crying out as her orgasm ripped through her.

He stood up as the last of the quivers racked her body and quickly stripped his jeans off, only slowly so he didn't catch himself in the zipper. He almost threw himself back onto the bed, eager to taste the rewards. He could feel the primitive man coming forward and he reined himself back, not wanting to actually hurt her. Mallory welcomed him with her body, unable to guide him with her hands bond; spreading her legs and relaxing so he could slid into her.

Danny groaned as he seated himself in her, deeper than he thought he would be able to go since she wrapped her legs around him and tilted her pelvis up in welcome. She was still trembling from the orgasm and he moaned at the sensations that crept along his body because of it. "Oh, babe. You feel so good," he whispered. "Almost too good."

"Uncuff me," she whispered back. "I want to touch you."

He shifted, withdrawing and then sliding back in. "Not yet. When we're done."

Mallory followed his movement, rising up as he pulled away from her, participating as much as she was able with her hands bound. He lifted her head and kissed her hungrily, even as he drove himself into her. Mimicking the movements of his tongue with his hips, he continued to drive himself into her, drawing moans that he drank down even as he pushed them both towards the heights.

Knowing that he had to be close from what had already happened, she encouraged him to move faster, to go deeper; not with words, but with her body. Danny arched his back as he tried to drive himself deeper into her, reaching for that last little bit that would allow him to topple over the edge. Mallory angled her head towards him and when he bent his head to look down at her, she licked her lips, catching the drops of sweat that had slid onto her. Danny groaned at the sight, even with her unable to touch him, she was working her wiles on him. He touched his lips to hers as he pushed into her again, feeling the pressure build.

One last thrust and he reached the pinnacle, toppling over. Mallory cried out as his convulsions took her over the edge also. Driving himself deep into her, he held himself there as he poured himself into her. The contractions of her inner walls milked the last of his cum from him.

With a final groan, he collapsed atop her, breathing heavily. Mallory ached to run her hands down his back, to sooth him through the final tremors, but she was still cuffed. Instead, she had only her voice, "Danny, it's okay. It's okay," she murmured. "Don't fall asleep."

He shifted, withdrawing gently from her. "I wasn't," he reassured her. "Hang on." Feeling around the sheets, he recovered the keys from where he had dropped them earlier. A quick twist and her first wrist was free. Mallory lowered her arm, shaking it to try to restore feeling. He unlocked the other cuff, then dropped both keys and handcuffs on the nightstand. Taking up her wrists, he examined them for damage, soothing the red marks with his tongue. There didn't seem to be any cuts or abrasions, but both wrists were red from the cuffs. Mallory shuddered at the touch of his tongue and he raised an eyebrow. "New hot spot?" he questioned.

"I think its more because you're taking care of me," she replied. "I am all right, Danny."

He settled down next to her, cradling her in his arms, and allowing her to mold her body to his. He gave a contented sigh when they were both still. After a moment, he kissed the top her head. "Thank you."

Mallory ran her hand up and down his chest, not trying to arouse him, but wanting to keep contact with him. "That really got you hot, didn't it?" she questioned.

He shifted uncomfortably, not sure what he wanted to admit to her. "I..." He gulped as she stared up at him, her blue eyes clear and locked on him. "Yeah, it was a turn-on," he finally confessed.

She nodded, obviously thinking about it. "Is it something you need or something you might want once in awhile?" When he didn't answer, she said, "Be honest with me, Danny. I don't want you to deny yourself something you need. I am okay with this."

Danny snuggled her against him, holding her tightly. "I don't need it. I don't have to have it, but I will admit that having you completely at my mercy and unable to leave was a real turn-on."

Mallory framed his face with her hands and kissed him lightly. "I will never leave you when you need me. Even if you don't cuff me. But if you want to do this again..."

Danny eased her head down so that she was laying on his chest. "We don't have to decide tonight." Smoothing her hair, he waited until she had gotten herself into her normal sleeping position; on her side with one leg thrown over his and her arm around him. "What time do you need to be at the store?" he asked.

"Whenever I get there," she returned sleepily. "I'm closing tomorrow."

He kissed the top of her head. "Go to sleep then. I'm on four to twelve tomorrow. We can sleep late and then go to brunch somewhere."

"Sounds good," she murmured. "Make love to me in the morning."

"I will," he promised, but she was already asleep. Shifting enough so that he could snag the blanket, he pulled it up over them, then nestled down with her and followed her into sleep.