Nothin' But a Good Time

Author's Note: For WildThing~Becoming , who asked me if I could please write a "first time" story for Danny and Mallory after he read

ID: 1435728   (Rated: XGC) Midnight Confessions  Danny and Mallory's first sexual encounter by Medie

and

ID: 1437541   (Rated: 18+) Promises Kept  Danny keeps a promise he made Mallory by Medie

. Hopefully this fulfills all of his requests and expectations. Please read the other stories first, otherwise this one won't make that much sense since this one picks up where "Promises Kept"  [18+] left off. This completes the sex-trilogy.

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Danny shifted, trying to remember why there was another weight in bed with him. A warm weight lay across his chest; a hand cupped around his morning hard-on, the sweet scent of raspberries tickled his nose. Slitting his eyes open, he recognized Mallory curled around him. Mallory's hand moved, gliding across his erection and up to the waistband of his BVDs. "Mally, you awake?" he asked, his voice husky from sleep.

"Uh-uh," she mumbled.

He rolled her over so he was above her, pressing her into the mattress. "You're still asleep, are you?"

Mallory's eyes were screwed tightly shut. "Yup. Still sleeping," she agreed.

Danny grinned and lowered his head, nudging her chin up until he could kiss her deeply. He moved down, kissing the hollow of her throat, and then lower moving the neckline of her t-shirt aside. He glanced up at her. Mallory's eyes were open now and she was looking down at him; her fingers carding lazily through his short hair. While it felt good, it wasn't the reaction he wanted.

Sliding lower, he pinched her right nipple gently and watched it peak under his fingers. She wiggled underneath him. Liking the reaction, he sucked her nipple into his mouth. Mallory bucked into his body. Danny soothed her with his hands, tonguing her nipple and rolling it, then opening his mouth to draw as much of her breast inside as possible. She whimpered and clutched his head to her chest.

Lifting his head, he shook her hands off. "Ya like that?"

Mallory tried to push his head back down. "More please," she begged.

"What time do you have to be at Request?" he asked.

"Not until one," she replied. "Don't stop!"

"How 'bout I make it better?" he responded. When she looked at him in puzzlement, he gave her a crocked smile. "Trust me." Danny tongued her nipple again, then moved down, kissing the initial D in Specifically Det. D. Finnegan on her stomach. "You cannot know what a turn-on it was to see this on you last night," he told her. Pushing the shirt up so her lower body was bare, he dipped the tip of his tongue into her belly button. Lying down so his head was pillowed on her thigh, he looked up the line of her body. "You are so beautiful," he breathed and watched in amusement was a red flush spread all across her body. He shifted on the bed, his erection throbbing at the thought of what he was about to do. Spreading her legs, he inhaled the musky scent of her beginning arousal.

Mallory tried to jerk herself out of his grip. She had slept with boyfriends before, but this was a new position for her. "What're you doing?"

Danny rubbed his thumbs in calming circles on her tense thighs. "Shh, babe. It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you."

"What are you planning?" she demanded.

"You've never had a guy go down on you?" he asked in amazement and when she shook her head, he wanted to know, "Have you ever gone down on a guy?" Another head shake was his answer and he placed his head face down on her leg to regain control of himself. He had known she wasn't a virgin, but he had figured she had done simple stuff like going down on boyfriends and vice versa. He dismissed thoughts of a morning sixty-nine and looked up at her. "I want to taste you. I want to dip my tongue deep inside and drink your nectar. I want to send you into orbit."

Mallory relaxed at his words. "It won't hurt?"

Silently Danny cursed whoever had hurt her in the past. "If you don't like it, tell me and I'll stop." He crept his hands up her legs. "Okay?"

Tentatively she nodded and he began to execute his plan of attack. For a few minutes, he just lay there, enjoying the feel of her soft skin under his fingertips and the lushness of her body. She reached down and tugged gently on his hair. "Hey, you falling asleep down there?" she asked.

He shook his head, pulling his thoughts back to the present. "Nope." Kissing her thigh, he licked a path up it towards the junction of her body. "Not at all." Reaching up, he tweaked her nipple. "Wanna take your shirt off?" Mallory sat up, her legs pinned by Danny's weight, and rapidly pulled her shirt off. Suddenly shy, she clutched it in front of her, covering her breasts. Gently, Danny reached up and tugged it out of her grasp. "Don't ever cover yourself up when we're together like this," he told her. "Unless you're teasing me. What happened to the wanton woman who was on the phone with me the other night?"

She blushed again and he grinned as even the tips of her breasts went red. "We were on the phone. You couldn't actually see me."

Danny dipped his head, kissing her belly button again. "But I love what I see. Now lay back." Nipping at her flat stomach, he began his assault on her senses. Tonguing her belly button again, he realized there were old holes in it. "Did you have a ring at some point?" he asked.

"Hmmm?" Mallory asked, then realized what he was talking about. "Yeah. A long time ago. I thought the holes had closed."

"They did, mostly, but the scar is still there." He kissed it, wondering why she had let it heal, but not wanting to ask about it now. Making a mental note to maybe talk her into re-piercing it, he moved on. He kissed the sides of her thighs, then carefully spread her labia lips. Dipping his tongue inside, he took his first taste of her essence. Both of them moaned at the contact.

Scooting up just a little, he started out with darting little licks that never let her really begin to settle in to a rhythm. After a moment, she reached down and threaded her fingers into his hair, trying to get him to commit. He pulled back far enough that he could talk to her. "Don't hold me down, Mally," he cautioned. "I'll give you what you need."

"It feels good," she whimpered.

He grinned. "It's gonna feel better." When he returned to what he had been doing, he dug his tongue in farther, searching for her clit. A strangled yelp told him he found it. Enjoying the sound, and wondering what others he could pull from her, he poked it again.

Mallory groaned deep in her throat, long and low. "Daaanny," she moaned.

He didn't want to stop now that he had found her hot spot so he didn't lift his head to speak to her. Instead he began to manipulate her clit, putting pressure on it, and listening to the timber of her voice. She was still making sense, still speaking in words above him, but he had a feeling it wouldn't last much longer. He loved doing this, loved the taste and scent of a woman at the core of her, and couldn't believe that no man had done this to Mallory before.

Mallory was writhing now, panting and crying his name, apparently unsure of what was happening. Backing off for a minute, he lay a trail of kisses down her leg, almost to her knee, then looked up at her to see her glaring down at him. Grinning, he asked, "Problem?"

"You stopped!"

Laughing softly, he kissed his way back up her other leg. "Just for a moment," he replied. "I won't leave you hanging." Slipping his tongue back inside her, he groaned himself at how good she tasted. Speeding up his strokes, he worked to take her over the edge. His erection was throbbing at the sounds issuing from her mouth and he could feel her beginning to quake as her orgasm started. Her legs had drawn up and she clutched at the sheets, tossing her head as it began. "Danny! Danny, I'm gonna..." He rubbed her thighs with his thumbs, trying to encourage her to let go. He didn't want to tease her anymore. He wanted to taste her as she went over the top and feel her convulse around him. He could tell how tight she was and he knew it would feel so good on his cock when he slipped inside her. "Auuugh," she cried as a flick of his tongue sent her tumbling down the slope he had driven her up.

Danny drank down her juices as she came, moaning at the sweetness of her taste. When her convulsions turned from pleasure into pain, he backed off, and crawled up the bed to her. Gathering her into his arms, he pressed his throbbing erection against her, trying to relieve some of the pressure. Mallory nuzzled his chest lazily, clearly sated and sleepy. "Wow," she mumbled.

He brushed her disarrayed hair out of her face and kissed her, letting her taste herself in his mouth. "Liked that, huh?" he asked, nudging her with his hips, trying to get her attention.

"Mmm-hmm," she responded. She trailed a hand down his body, cupping his erection. "Are we gonna do something about this?"

"What would you like to do about it?" He rolled over on top of her, settling himself into the cradle of her body. "Can I slip...? Fuck!" he swore as he realized what the beeping sound he was hearing was. Reaching over, he snagged his cell phone off the nightstand. Flipping it open, he snapped, "Finnegan." After listening for a moment, he asked, "Address?" There was another pause and then he said, "Okay, I'll be there in twenty to thirty." With a sigh he closed the phone and looked down at Mallory. By the look on her face, he knew she had already figured out what the call was about. "That was dispatch."

"You have to leave," she guessed.

Danny rested his forehead against hers and ground down; showing her how much he still wanted her. "It's not that I want to," he told her as she gasped from the contact.

Mallory ran her hands down his back. "Hey. Hey. I know this isn't your choice. I have to close the store tonight, but you're welcome to come over after that and we can pick up from there."

Danny groaned. "I really, really don't deserve you, Mallory Sullivan." Rolling over, he got to his feet. "I can't promise I'll make it tonight."

She sat up, not bothering to cover her nakedness, and watched him pull on the clothes he had taken off the night before. "I know. If you have time, why don't you swing by your place and get clean clothes for tomorrow?"

He nodded. "I will." Turning around, he clipped his shield and holster on his belt, than turned back to her. "I'll call you if I can't make it." Mallory reached for her robe, intending to walk him out, but he pulled it out of her hands, leaning over the kiss her and run a hand down her body, tweaking her nipple. "No, you stay right there. It's going to be very...painful going to work, but I want the memory of you sex rumpled and satisfied in your bed to be my last vision."

"Geez, Danny, nothing like knowing how to get to me," Mallory said as she fell back on the bed.

He grinned, leaning down to kiss her. "I'll see you later."

Mallory grabbed the lapels of his suit jacket, holding him in place as she kissed him long and hard. "Be careful, Danny," she whispered.

"Always," he promised, then carefully unhooked her fingers from his coat. "I have to go."

As he got to the door, she called, "Danny."

He turned back to see she had spread her legs. One hand was playing with the breast he had worshiped earlier, while the other was just sinking into her center. There was a slight flush coloring her features, but he wasn't sure if it was from arousal or embarrassment. "You're a cruel woman, Mallory," he informed her. Walking back to the bed, he pulled her hands away from her body and pinned them above her head. Leaning over, he kissed her again, then whispered in her ear, "No fair cumming again. But, god, that is a picture that's gonna stay with me today." Releasing her, he walked out of the room.

* * * * *

Mike Burlington looked up from his memo book as Danny entered the apartment slash crime scene. "Sorry they called you outta bed, partner," he greeted him.

Danny shrugged it off as his sharp eyed friend took in the clothes he was wearing. "What've we got?" he asked. He waved to the CSI who was leaning over the body as she examined something. "You pulling a double, Sarah?" he called, remembering that she had been working when he left that morning.

Sarah Turner looked up from the naked body of the dead woman. "More like a triple."

"Man, and I thought I had it bad. They need to get more help for you guys," Danny responded as his eyes flitted around the scene taking it in. Dead body on the bed, crumpled negligee on the floor, two wine glasses on the nightstand, bottle of wine in a bucket with melted ice. He took it all in at a glance, cataloging it to be sorted through later when they went over the crime scene more thoroughly.

"Go back to school and get a real degree then, Finnegan," she responded.

He snorted. "I am not joining the geek squad. I'll stick to the dark side, thank you."

Sarah made beckoning motions to him. "Come to the light side, Irish. Come to the light. Step into the light. It's a good place to be."

Mike shook his head at the two of them. "You two are whacked. So we've got a dead housewife." He stopped as a uniform came in and whispered something in his ear. "Check that, we've got a dead...I dunno what...cuz the neighbors say the resident is blond, and that," he pointed to the body, "is clearly a natural brunette. Who was apparently entertaining with some cheap lingerie."

Danny used a pen to pick up the negligee on the floor. "Nope. This isn't cheap. It's about three hundred bucks a pop."

Both Sarah and Mike turned to stare at him. "And you would know this how?" Mike asked slowly.

Danny glared. "It's not that odd. Mallory's store sells this. It's an exclusive. Emily designs them, a friend of theirs makes them up, and they only make one in each size. So yeah...pretty sure this one is about three hundred bucks."

"Still waiting to hear how you know the price," Mike responded.

Danny rolled his eyes. "Anyway. I can talk to Mallory when she gets to the store later and see if it was bought with a charge card."

"Sounds good," Sarah replied. She stood up and motioned the M.E. forward. "Let's get done here. You boys go find me some more information."

As they left the apartment to start knocking on doors, Mike asked, "How does she always do that to us?"

“Do what?” Danny asked.

"Make us feel like idiots and then send us out to find information."

Danny shrugged as he pounded on the first door. "It is our job. And I don't feel like an idiot." As someone opened the door, he pulled his jacket aside. "NYPD, sir. I have a coupla questions for you."

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Entering the locker room, Danny headed straight for his locker, opening it and reaching for the clean shirt he kept there. "Hey, Finnegan, aren't those the clothes you went home in last night?" Baker, another detective, called over from his locker.

"I got home at four and got called back in a few minutes ago," Danny pointed out as he stripped off his dirty clothes and started to exchange them for clean. "It's called grabbing the first thing you lay your hands on."

"Nah, you'd grab something new if you were at home," Baker said, straddling the bench next to him. "So who is she? Obviously it wasn't planned and you don't keep clean clothes at her place."

Danny finished buttoning his shirt and undid his belt to change his pants. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Baker. I simply didn't take the time to find clean clothes this morning."

"Ya know," one of the other detectives said, stepping close and looking Danny over. "We haven't heard anything about any girls recently. Maybe he's not interested anymore."

"Yeah. Maybe you haven't been able to get a date," Baker continued.

"I've had dates," Danny said. He finished dressing and tossed his dirty clothes into his locker. "Maybe I don't feel the need to share with you guys anymore."

“Oh, now that just wouldn’t be Finnegan, if that was true,” Baker said. “Come on. Who is she?”

“Fuck off, Baker. It’s none of your business.” Danny slammed his locker shut and turned to see that most of the detectives had gathered around, anticipating either a fight or him to start blabbing. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” he complained.

Baker crossed his arms, backed by two of the larger detectives. Danny wanted to roll his eyes, but knew that would just egg them on. He wasn’t intimidated by size; he had always been one of the smaller kids, but he was quick and he had learned to use his size and wiry strength to his advantage. “Either you start talking about this girl…” Baker let his threat trail off.

Danny leaned back against the lockers and glanced around, trying to gage who would come to his aid if Baker tried to take him out. He really wished Patrick or Mike were in the room, but he didn’t see either of them. “How in the hell did you make detective, exactly, Baker? Who’s ass did you kiss? Cuz you’re too dumb to have made it any other way.” He was hoping to distract the other man from his questions.

“You fucking Mick,” Baker snarled as he lunged at Danny, but a few of the other detectives grabbed the man. Another man, whom Danny recognized after a moment as Baker’s partner, grabbed him in a headlock and towed him from the room, already talking him down.

Danny shook his shoulders as the other detectives started to drift away, trying to shift down his adrenaline. He looked up as Hadley, one of the older detectives, sat down on the bench near him. “You okay, boy?” Hadley asked.

Danny nodded. “Just a little amped up,” he answered. “Any idea what burr crawled up Baker’s ass?”

“His wife left him yesterday,” Hadley responded. “I don’t think he’s said much about it yet. Guess he’s got it in for anyone who seems happy with a woman right now.”

Danny frowned. “I never said I was seeing anyone.”

Hadley smiled at him. “You don’t have to, Finnegan. You’re more relaxed lately. You don’t stay until all hours all the time, although you still put in your overtime. You’re not bragging about your one night stands. I’d say you found someone you’re thinking about maybe spending a few years with. Maybe even the rest of your life.”

Danny looked panicked at that thought. “I am never getting married.”

Hadley laughed. “Never say never, Daniel. You never know what will happen.” He stood up and clapped the younger detective on the shoulder. “Now go finish whatever you can on this case so you can go see your girl. And make sure you give her a kiss for me.” Before Danny could think of a response to that command, Hadley had left the locker room, whistling cheerfully.

* * * * *

Emily waved to Danny as he entered By Special Request. "Mallory's in the stock room," she called as she continued assisting the customer beside her.

"Thanks," Danny called back. He weaved his way through the store and entered the back room to find Mallory bent over a bin, looking for something. Her back was to him and her skirt had ridden up so he had a glimpse of creamy thighs and raspberry pink panties. He could feel himself beginning to harden at the sight and the realization that she had no idea he was behind her. Creeping up behind her, he slid his arms around her waist and pulled her back and into him. "Hey, beautiful," he whispered in her ear.

Mallory had tensed at the first touch, but now she relaxed back into him. "Hey, handsome," she responded, tipping her head to the side so he could kiss her neck. "What're you doing here?" She grinned as she felt him pressed up against her. "Is that your gun?"

"You could call it that." He nuzzled the side of her neck. "Are you busy?"

"I can't sneak off if that's what you're implying," she responded, pressing harder against him.

He groaned low in his throat, running his hands up and cupping her breasts. "As much as I'd love to do that...I can't. I came to ask you for some information, unfortunately. I just couldn't resist you."

Mallory turned in his arms, twining her arms around his neck. "Kiss? And then what information do you need?" Danny leaned down, kissing her hungrily, as he pulled her as tightly against her as he could, grabbing her ass with both hands. Mallory sunk her hands into his hair, holding his head to hers.

"Ooops," Emily said. "Sorry. I'll come back in..."

They jumped apart and Danny hid a grin as Mallory turned bright red. "No. I can't stay. I just need some information," he said.

Mallory walked over to the computer, clearing her throat. "Right. What was it you needed?"

"One of your negligee things was found at a scene this morning. I need to know if it was purchased with a credit card. We're trying to ID the owner," Danny answered.

Mallory wiggled the mouse to activate the computer. "Any idea which one?"

Danny handed over a picture from the lab, not the crime scene; not wanting her to see that. "It was a size four."

Mallory glanced at it, identified it, and typed it into the computer. Frowning she said, "That was bought by a woman. Ordered and shipped." Turning she retrieved the print-out and handed it to Danny. "She's not a regular customer and I wouldn't be able to identify her. She ordered it on-line."

Danny accepted it, using her wrist to pull her closer. Kissing her briefly, he said, "Thanks for the help, babe. I appreciate it. I'll see you later?"

"Yeah. Store closes at seven tonight. It's Sunday," she reminded him.

He nodded. "I'll try to get off as soon as I can." He smiled at Emily. "Bye, Emily."

Emily watched Mallory as she leaned around to watch Danny walk out of the storeroom. "Okay. What was that about? Not that I'm complaining...cuz your guy is hot, but in our storeroom?"

Mallory glared at her friend. "We were only kissing."

Emily put her hand on her hip, jutting it out, and giving her attitude. "Honey, if that was just kissing, I wanna know what else you've been doing."

Mallory scowled. "That's just the thing. We haven't been doing anything. I finally convinced him that I wasn't going to run if he initiated sex with me and he actually started something this morning and his damn cell phone goes off!"

Emily giggled. "Little frustrated?"

"I think he's more frustrated than I am. I just...I don't know. It was good this morning. I mean really good, but it just seemed a little off." She shrugged. "I didn't want to scare him or worry him, so I kinda backed off a little. I guess I coulda been more aggressive."

Emily leaned against the desk, considering her friend. "Look, you know Danny better than I do, but he seems pretty taken with you. He also seems like a pretty self-assured and confident guy. I don't think you coming onto him will freak him out to badly."

Mallory smiled. "No, probably not. We'll see what happens when he gets to my place tonight."

* * * * *

Danny shut the apartment door behind him and paused when he heard music playing in the kitchen. With a smile, he identified the song as Poison's I Want Action. Walking into the other room, he spied Mallory at the stove. She was working with something, her ass moving to the beat of the music. "Subtle, Mally. Really subtle," he told her.

Mallory turned around and gave him a smile over her shoulder. "Hey, you promised me nothin' but a good time tonight."

He shook his head, but came up behind her, slipping his arms around her waist. "What'cha making?"

"Dinner," she responded, leaning back into him and pressing her backside into his body.

Danny sighed in contentment as he felt her mold herself to him. "Any chance that'll keep?" he asked as the low level arousal he had been fighting all day flared at the contact.

Mallory flipped the stove off. Turning around, she wound her arms around his neck. "Hey, Tiger. You big stud. Take me to bed or lose me forever." He stared at her for a minute, then he couldn't help it, he burst out laughing. After a minute, she started giggling. "Sorry, that sounded better in my head," she confessed.

"So will it keep?" he asked as she nuzzled at his throat.

"Yeah. Just lemme put it in the fridge." She pulled away from him and he held himself back, watching her move around the kitchen. She had changed out of her skirt when she got home and was now wearing jeans and a raspberry pink camisole. His eyes drifted down, taking in the curves of her breasts and hips, all the way down to her bare feet. He grinned as he realized her toenail polish almost matched her top. "Hey," she said, slipping her arms around his waist, "you still with me?"

"Yeah," he admitted. "Just a little tired."

"So..." She ran her hands up his body and then down his arms until she held his hands. "Why are we still standing here? Let's go to bed."

Danny allowed her to lead him from the room, watching her ass twitch in front of him as she led him into her bedroom. Mallory turned towards him as they crossed the threshold and he smiled at her. "Have you decided that blatant is...?" he started, then broke off as his cell rang. "Fuck!"

"No, we haven't been able to," Mallory commented as he reached for the phone.

Danny glared at her as he flipped open the phone and barked, "What?"

"Hey," came his partner's easy voice, "don't take my head off. I just wanted to know if you were interested in grabbing a beer."

Mallory went to work on the buttons of Danny's dress shirt while he spoke, "Not tonight, Mike. I'm a little, aaah, occupied." He tried to pull away as Mallory's tongue found a sensitive spot on his abdomen.

"What's going on over there?" Mike asked, curiously.

"No-uh-thing," Danny stuttered. He looked down at Mallory, who grinned in response. "Stop it," he whispered.

"Stop what?" Mike replied. "So beer? Or what?"

"Ah, no, not tonight," Danny answered.

Mallory cupped his hardening erection through his slacks and plucked the phone out of his hand while he was distracted. "Hello, Detective Burlington?" she questioned.

"Ah, yeah. Who is this?" Mike responded, surprised to hear a female voice.

Mallory ran her hand down Danny's leg and back up again, almost idly. "A friend of Danny's. He's a bit busy now, but he'll see you tomorrow unless you called about the case."

"Um, no. I just called to see if he was interested in getting a drink," Mike said. "I'm guessing the answer is no."

Mallory grinned up at Danny, who was trying to get his hands under her camisole. "I'll have him call you later. It was nice chatting with you."

"Bye now." Mallory heard a chuckle just before the line clicked closed.

Mallory shut the phone and tossed it behind her, out of Danny's reach. "Now if there are no more interruptions," she said.

"I kinda need that, Mallory," Danny pointed out.

Mallory had taken a seat on her bed which placed her at about waist level with him still standing. "It's in the bed somewhere." She lifted his guinea tee and sucked on his exposed skin, then scooted herself backwards, settling on the bed. "Why don't you come search for it?"

Danny put his hands on his hips and surveyed her. Mallory had set herself up against the pillows, curling her legs to her side and propping her head up on her hand. "Where did this vixen come from?" he asked.

She frowned, pulling her legs up and wrapping her arms around them so she was mostly hidden. "You don't like it?" she asked quietly.

"Aw, Mally." Danny reached for her, but she shied away from him. Walking around the bed, he gathered her into his arms, holding her tightly until she began to relax within his grip. "I didn't say that. I was just a little surprised." He kissed the side of her head. "I'm happy for you to act however you want in bed. I'd much rather have you participating and reacting, then passive, okay?" She nodded, but still wouldn't look at him. "Hey." He put a finger under her chin and lifted her head so he could kiss her. "I like this. I like you. Now...I do believe we had plans before Mike interrupted us." He touched his lips to hers again, gently, waiting until she opened under him. "Now you said something about me looking for my phone?" he questioned when he pulled away.

Mallory grinned. "Well, you said you needed it."

Danny's index finger toyed with one of the straps on her camisole. "I think I need to search here." Sliding the strap off her shoulder, he kissed the bared skin. Moving his head lower, he kissed the rise of her breast as he eased the camisole lower so he could reach her nipple. She raised up towards him, offering herself. He brushed the tip of his tongue over her nipple, causing it to peak slightly, then moved over and kissed the space between her breasts. He wasn't sure why that spot drew him, but he needed to kiss it. Then he moved back to her nipple, wanting to see if he could wring the sounds out of her that he had gotten that morning. He licked around her nipple, trying to see how tight he could get it. As she moaned, he flicked it with his tongue. Pulling back slightly, he asked, "What happened to those things you were going to say to me when I was doing this?"

Mallory flushed and he watched with amusement as even her bared breast turned rosy. "You couldn't see me when I was saying those things. They're embarrassing," she told him.

He pushed her backwards to recline on the bed. "I dunno. I thought they were pretty hot." He drew her hand down until it was pressing against his erection. "Just thinking about it is making me hard."

"Well, you can keep..." Mallory shifted on the bed, to make room for him. "Ouch." Ruefully, she reached beneath her and pulled out his cell phone. "Found your phone."

Danny chuckled softly, taking it from her and setting it on the nightstand. "Let me be sure to thank you properly." He lowered the other strap, baring her other breast. "God, you're gorgeous, Mally," he breathed. Leaning down, he kissed and nibbled on both breasts until she was moaning almost continually. "Sit up and let me pull the shirt off," he instructed. After she complied, he whispered, "Slide over." Crawling onto the bed with her, he straddled her legs. Cupping her breasts, he asked, "Do you trust me?"

Reaching up, she framed his face with her hands. "With my life," she told him seriously. "Make love to me." Slipping her hands down, she pushed his shirt off his shoulders, helping him strip it off his arms and watching as he dropped it behind them. Without missing a beat, she untucked his guinea tee and pulled that over his head.

Danny reached down and twisted the button on her jeans, undoing it, then slowly slid the zipper down. Grinning at her, he began to kiss his way down her body. Mallory arched into his mouth and clutched at the sheets, not wanting to hold him in place. As he moved down, he pushed her jeans lower, until she finally kicked them off, leaving her clad only in a pair of lace bikini panties that matched her camisole. As he dipped his tongue under the edge of her panties, she drew back from him. "What?" he asked, lifting his head slightly.

"Slacks off," she demanded.

He stood up and quickly stripped his slacks off, then pulled his BVDs off before laying back down beside her. Reaching out, he eased her panties down, exposing her to his gaze. "You really are beautiful," he whispered, bestowing a gentle kiss on her stomach. He let his hand wander lazily across her body as he asked, "Did you like what I did this morning?" When she nodded, he said, "Then I'm going to start there. Any objections?"

She shook her head. "No. But I want you inside me this time."

"I will be. We'll get there," he promised. Kissing his way down her body, he nudged her legs apart. She reached out for him and he kissed the tips of her fingers before pushing them aside. "Let me."

Mallory leaned back on the bed, balancing herself on her elbows so she could watch what he was doing. As Danny parted her labia and slipped his tongue inside, she gasped at the sensation. He looked up to make sure that is was a sound of pleasure, not pain, before continuing to tease her. Dipping in, he decided to take her over the edge quickly. He touched her clit gently, drawing a moan from her, then pressed it again and again, almost grinning as she fought not to close her legs around his head. She had learned quickly. He felt a hand in his hair, but she wasn't trying to pull him closer; it was almost like she just wanted a closer connection to him. He glanced up and saw that her free hand was playing with her breasts, tweaking her nipples. Aroused by the sight of her touching herself, he wanted to stop what he was doing, but he had made the decision to take her over this way first. Speeding up his strokes, he felt the little bud tighten under his tongue. She was panting now, moaning faster, and he knew she was getting close. A few more strokes and she cried out, as he felt her orgasm wash over her. He could feel the tremors in her and he rode them out with her, then moved up, cradling her in his arms.

Danny held her loosely, wanting so badly to take her now, but also wanting her aware when they finally joined. He waited as the last shocks shook her body, kissing her shoulder and nuzzling her neck. When she brought a hand up and turned his head towards hers, capturing him in a kiss, he knew she was back with him. "You ready?" he asked softly.

"I want you," she replied.

He slipped into her and her chamber walls clutched him almost painfully tight. Murmuring wordless reassurances, he paused, waiting for her to adjust to him. Her hands stroked down his back, clutching his ass, and pulling him into her. He groaned as he felt himself sink all the way in to the hilt. "God, Mally," he ground out. She had risen up to meet him, but he pressed his weight down on her. "No, don't," he protested and she stilled. He kissed the side of her neck, then licked a line down to her collarbone, and placed a soft kiss there. "Sorry, just didn't want this to end too soon," he explained.

She gave him a mischievous grin, then gently bit his earlobe, sucking on it before she released it and drawing a moan from him. "Feeling more in control, tiger?" she asked.

"Babe, I'm inside you for the very first time. I'm not gonna be in control," he admitted.

Mallory knew how much it cost him to admit that because of who he was. Danny never wanted to be out of control, never wanted to admit he wasn't anything but perfectly contained, except when he was angry. To tell her he wasn't in control was something she hadn't ever expected to hear from him. She stroked her hands down his back, finally grabbing his ass with both hands and squeezing gently. "You ready now?" she questioned. "Cuz you feel damn good, but I want more."

Danny eased himself out, then pushed back in, grinning as she used her grip to push him faster. "Don't be so impatient," he cautioned.

She gasped as he brushed her clit as he withdrew again. "Come on, Danny," she coaxed. She pulled his head down to hers and kissed him hungrily, urging him with her body to take his pleasure. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she locked her heels at the small of his back.

He jerked his head back and looked down at her, bracing his body above hers with his arms. Looking down at her, he began to drive himself into her, watching as her eyes glazed over as he continually managed to hit just the right spot. Mallory's legs fell away from his body as he entered her. Bracing her feet on the bed, she raised herself up to meet him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him to her as he continued to drive them both towards the heights. "Oh, god, Mally," he groaned as he felt her begin to tighten around him.

Wanting this to be perfect, to be the best, he reached down and captured her right leg, drawing it up tightly against his body and changing his angle of entry slightly. The little bit was enough to allow him to deepen his thrusts just a little bit more and she cried out as she tumbled over the cliff. She clutched at his shoulders as her body shuddered and her channel clamped down on his cock. Unable to help himself, he felt his orgasm begin at the base of his spine. The feel of her body gripping him so tightly like a glove around a fist was too much and he gave three short, fast thrusts before spilling into her. Collapsing on top of her with a groan, he breathed, "Jesus, Mally."

Mallory let him lay on her for a moment, then thumped him on the back. When he didn't move, she hit him again. "Can't breathe," she gasped out.

Danny realized he was crushing her and wrapped his arms around her, rolling them both over so she was on top, but they were still connected. "Sorry, babe," he apologized.

She snuggled against him, enjoying the feel of him still inside her, even though he was beginning to soften. "Is 'kay. Just couldn't breathe," she replied sleepily as she lazily ran a hand through his hair.

He didn't want to disturb her, but with their sweat beginning to cool on his body, he was starting to shiver a bit. "Can you reach the blanket?" he asked. Mallory wiggled around, drawing a groan from him as she dislodged him from her body and drew the blanket up over them, snuggling back down in the same position; laying on top of him. He blew a strand of hair away from his mouth and kissed the top of her head. He had just closed his eyes and was going to allow himself to drift off to sleep when the last sound he wanted to hear pierced his ears. "Fuck!" he exclaimed.

Mallory couldn't help it; she giggled. "No," she answered him seriously as he fumbled around on the nightstand for his phone. "We did that already. It's supposed to make you calmer. And I don't think even you could get it up again."

"Not funny, babe," he said, flipping the phone open. "Finnegan."

"Burlington," Mike's voice answered. "Where are ya?"

"Ah," Danny glanced down at Mallory, who was tracing absentminded designs on his chest, "at a friend's place," he said, deciding that was the safest answer. "Why? What's going on?"

"Coupla unis just brought in the occupant of that apartment and also her lover. Seems the dead woman was sleeping with the female occupant and the lover came home and caught them together. Said lover went all nutso and boom, we've got a dead body."

"So case closed?" Danny asked, shifting slightly as Mallory hit a ticklish spot.

"Yup," Mike replied. "I'm at the house so I'll fill out the paperwork and you can sign it tomorrow." He sighed. "The shit people do to each other. But, man, I wish they were all this easy. Tell Mallory thanks for her help the next time you see her."

Danny grinned down at the woman in question. "I will," he said and closed the phone. "Mike says thanks for the help."

Mallory frowned. "Oh what?"

"Our case. Seems the occupant was cheating on her lover with our vic." He kissed her on the nose. "They just got brought into the station."

"Ah." She snuggled back down in his arms. "So what time do you have to go in tomorrow?"

He set the phone on the nightstand and flipped out the light, cradling her head against his shoulder. "Not until four. You opening?"

She nodded sleepily. "Yeah, at ten." She kissed the patch of skin nearest her mouth. "Get up with me?"

"How 'bout I take you to breakfast?" he asked, but her gentle breathing was his only answer. He grinned in the darkness and was still making plans for the next morning when he fell asleep himself.