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Danny quietly locked the door behind him. He had been glad to discover that even though Mallory was expecting him, the door had been completely locked. She had a habit of only throwing one of the deadbolts, an easy enough lock to circumvent when she knew he was coming over. He switched off the light Mallory had left burning for him and draped his suit jacket over the chair next to it. Undoing his tie as he stepped into the bedroom, he stopped to take in the sight of Mallory curled up in the bed. The blankets had been pushed down to the bottom of the bed, covering just her legs and exposing most of her to the air. She wasn’t wearing the teddy she had described to him, but a t-shirt, and from what he could discern, nothing else. She rolled over, probably at the sound of him entering the room, and he grinned at the wording on the shirt. Printed on it were the words Property of the NYPD and underneath that Mallory had scrawled Specifically Det. D. Finnegan. He could feel himself harden at the idea she had taken his joke from the prior night that far and that she wanted him to possess her that way. He didn’t want to wake her now though. When he had promised he would come over tonight, he had assumed he would get to her place by one-thirty at the latest. Instead it was now close to four am. Danny finished stripping off his clothes, leaving his BVDs on. Pulling open the drawer of the nightstand, he set his gun and shield inside. Slipping into bed beside Mallory, he gathered her into his arms. “Danny?” she murmured, running a hand sleepily across his chest. “Yeah, Mally, go back to sleep. It’s late,” he replied, trying to settle her. Her eyes didn’t open, but her mouth moved blindly across his chest. He groaned softly in response and wrapped his arms around her. Flipping her so her back was to him, he dropped a leg over her to hold her in place. “Sleep,” he whispered. When she snuggled back in his arms, he kissed her softly on the side of the head. Settling down behind her, wrapping her tightly in his arms, he made the decision to love her awake in the morning as he followed her into sleep. word count 393 The story continues in
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