CSI:NY Danny/Flack
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snoozing_kittenTitle: Super String Theory Modification
Pairing: Don Flack/Danny Messer
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Mac caught the flash of red and followed the sting intrigued by it's scarlet colour and all the hopes and dreams it represents.
Make the connections and find the underlying pattern, that one fragile link between suspect, victim, and crime. That was his job, and he was not being in the least bit arrogant when he said he was good at what he did. As to why it took him this long to make this connection, well he blamed that on the fact that it was so in his face that he looked right past it –the whole adage about not being able to see the forest for the trees. Also, it wasn’t the most pressing thing in his life was figuring out who was sleeping with who in the lab. So it wasn’t until he got a rather figurative slap in the face that he took a step back and followed the thin red thread.
Now that he saw it, well it was a little hard to ‘unsee’ it; not that he would willingly pull the cotton over his own eyes. It would just take a little getting used to the idea –that’s all. He pretends he’s not watching them, just to see what they would do in the situation. Looking just over the top of his folder he watches as Flack walks into the small lab- holding a folder with the NYPD logo on it- with the swagger of a man who thinks he broken the case.
He stops, only for a heartbeat, his eyes flicking over to Danny, so intently bent over the microscope. He could have mistaken that little smirk dancing on the edges of his mouth for excitement about new evidence, but now he knows better. Flack is happy he got a moment to check out the other’s jeans.
“Hey Mac we caught the guy who the car was registered to, you’ll never guess who it is.” Danny throws a look over his shoulder and Mac wonders for a moment if he’s going to analyze every look and touch between the two of them from now on.
“Tod Wonkin?*” Grinning much like the Cheshire Cat himself he nodded.
“That lying rat bastard.” Danny shook his head; a look is disbelief etched across his face.
“Alright, Danny, you go with Flack and bring him in, I’ll finish up here and check if the trace evidence can prove he wasn’t as far from the crime scene as he claims.” Danny gives him a nod, and he can’t help but judge to see if either of them perk up a little; something to give away them.
“Come on Messer, let’s roll.” Danny grins rubbing his hands together.
“I think I’m looking forward to another chat with our friend Tod.” He watches them go, noting the way their body posture seems to compliment each other, arms brushing ever so slightly as they walked. It was undeniable, they really were sleeping with each other- all signs points to yes; that there is deeper connection between the two. Not sure what to think of it, he closes his folder and wanders off to find Stella and his trace samples.
It’s quiet as they go over the victim’s clothing with a proverbial fine-toothed comb. She’s got the jacket and he’s got the blood stained jeans, looking for something to link their guy to the assault.
“What do you think about office romance?” She snorts and looks up at him, a little smile playing on her pretty face.
“Are you coming on to me?” He simply raises and eyebrow and she grins at him, “I think it can get messy, are you talking about Mandy and Travis from documents?” Mac doesn’t have half a clue who Mandy is, or Travis, nor if they really work in documents, but it doesn’t matter because her teasing smirk is telling him enough to know that she’s playing with him.
“No.”
“Ah.” Her eyes light up in devilish delight, “Then you must be talking about a certain member of New York’s finest hitching a ride on our very own ‘Italian Stallion’” A lesser man might have choked but Mac simply snorted with amusement. Only she would say it in those words.
“So, you knew.”
“You didn’t?” She countered, and Mac had to shake his head, admitting that he hadn’t noticed this sooner. “Those blatantly in love sneaky assholes.” Mac frowns and she gives him a reassuring look. “Hey, all joking aside. They don’t seem like the type to let this kind of thing affect their work. I think it’s okay.” Stella’s opinion means a lot more to him then anything anyone else has to say, so the words settle his nerves on the subject a bit and that’s all he can really ask for.
“So, when did you figure it out?”
“You’re getting slow Mac.” Back to teasing and playful banter again.
__
They are all hot hands and hard bodies, smashing together with the force and speed of a car crash. Soft lips caught between hard teeth, and it almost hurts, but not as much as the unsatisfied ache that throbs and burns between them. Danny knows for sure that this is what a piece of deli meat feels like, sandwiched between Flack’s hard body and the wall.
Hands on his hips keep his from flipping them (that and a shelve for shoes to his right that would bring them tumbling to the ground like a house of cards). Hot bruised lips assault his neck, sucking and kissing down the scratchy growth, leaning down to press his tongue against the adam’s apple making Danny moan, fingers trying to undo the buttons holding the other’s white dress shirt on.
“You know there is a good reason I have such a big bed.” Don breaths the words heavily against his ear, grinding their hips together.
“Yeah, but it’s all the way over there, and we’re all the way over here.” He struggles to reach the last button craving the feeling of smooth skin sliding under his fingers.
“Are you resisting an officer?” Danny makes a noise that is caught somewhere between a laugh and a gasp. “Because if you are I can think I may need to place you in police custody.”
“So what if I am.” Later, when Flack was basking in his victory, Danny would tell him that he only got him because he didn’t expect it. Either way, he was pressed chest first into the wall, feet kicked apart, and hands behind his back. The cuffs were cold around his wrist; chafing and he struggled against the body pressing against his. “Hey now that’s not fair.”
“All’s fair as long as I get in your pants.” His voice had that teasing quality and Danny slumped in defeat; pressing his cheek to the cool wall and shivering as he was patted down. Hell, there was no way he could hide a weapon there but Don seemed to think otherwise and took his sweet time running hands down his side, and then back up the insides of Danny’s legs.
“If you treat all your suspects like this I’m surprised you haven’t been sued for harassment.” Danny jolted when the hand landed on his denim covered ass with a smacking sound.
“We’re taking this to the bedroom, and you’re in no position to argue with me.” He paraded his ‘suspect’ to the bedroom, a strong guiding hand on his upper arm, and a few gropes later. Unlocking the cuffs he had Danny palms flat, legs spread against the bedroom wall. Lining himself up behind the other he pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “Are you going to talk?”
“Are we talking dirty talk, or afternoon tea chitchat?” Fingers deftly unhooking his belt and toying with the button.
“Anything you want Messer.” Denim is pushed down his thighs pooling around his feet, the briefs come only moments later, and warm hands caress up the sides of his legs. Smooth skin and slightly calloused fingers meet and Danny can’t help the small breathy sound he makes when Flack’s right hand closes around his penis and the left wanders over his abdomen diving under the thin material of his t-shirt. Slacks scratch the back of his legs, and the feel of a trapped erection grinding into his ass has him biting his lips.
“What I want is for you to throw me down on that big bed you were talking about and fuck me.” Sharp teeth nipping at his ear and a smirk pressed into a kiss against his neck.
“I think I could do that.” Danny wasn’t used to being handled like a sac of potatoes (common behaviour for Flack and a suspect) and barely managed to land with some dignity when he was tossed on the bed. Flack was on him in a moment, hungry lips questing for his, not giving in until Don’s tongue was running over flat teeth. Large hands pushed his t-shirt up under his armpits so he could tweak tawny nipples. Pushing at Flack’s shirt until he finally pulled away long enough to take it off and toss it off the end of the bed. Two sets of hands do not work better then one when it comes to the clasp of Flack’s slacks. So slapping the larger man’s hands away he prays that the material doesn’t get caught in the zipper on the way down because that is always an awkward situation right there.
Fingertips brush smooth silk, sliding along the material, sending a shiver down his spine, if he’d known Flack was wearing silk boxers he’d never have made it through the day. There was something about the way that the material slid by his skin caressing his epithelials; making all his hairs stand to attention. Bringing up thought of wrists tied to the bedposts, silk biting so smoothly into his joint making him arch in a mock attempt at escape while lips worshipped his chest and hips.
“You like that?” Danny grinned up at him, running his hands up strong thighs and massaging his hips, fingertips digging in sensual circles.
“Yeah, I do.” Flack rolled to the side, giving Danny just enough time and space to pull his t-shirt over his head and fling it away from him. Before the taller man was back, insistent hands pulling at his shoulders rolling him to the side. Braced on his elbows, knees firmly planted on the bed, hands holding his hips in place, he rested his forehead against his forearms and tried to relax as slick fingers prepped him.
The slight sting was familiar and more then welcome and internal muscles clenched and relaxed around the two digits caressing him from the inside out. Wet opened mouthed kisses trailed over his shoulder blades and down his spine, warm tongue lashing out to run over the bumps of his spinal column.
He figured the way that their bodies fit together was something like fate, it was decided before he was born. He was born to be a cop, and to fuck Danny Messer –not a bad order of things at all. In fact, as he slid into the warm body, feeling the other shudder in delight under his hands –it was a fucking fantastic order of things. He folded over the other, wrapping his arms around the strong chest.
Kissing along the lines of broad shoulders, tasting salt on tanned skin he grinned himself a naughty little grin and shifted his hips, rolling them forward and pulling a hiss from the man on bottom. Danny pushed back, letting out a breathy moan, gripping the sheets as Don finally got with the program and pulled out only to push back in again. Yeah, just like that, arching his back and moaning, it was a tickling sensation; starting somewhere in his core and pulsing outwards until his entire body was flushed with heat.
“Mmm, yeah.” Writhing, trying to achieve deeper smoother penetration with each stroke of Don’s hips. Sex with him was nothing like anything before, but everything he could want; all wrapped up in the small grunts and groans of the man behind him. It was paradise and hell at the same time, he craved to be closer, deeper harder, but at the same time wanted to freeze time and exist only in this moment where he was focused only on the feeling and the passion and could want nothing more.
Then like a landslide, sudden but no so unexpected because the hand around his cock was milking him for all he’s worth. Orgasm hits Danny and he groans loudly, trying not to thrash as nerve endings snap at him, tingling all through his skin and melting his brain. Don let out a drawn out moan, gripping hips tightly as his body and mind tried to stave of his own orgasm, don’t end; it’s too soon to end, to good to ever end.
Of course it does and he doubles over Danny’s body letting wave after wave of endorphins crashed through his brain putting him in a state of bliss. When it was all said and done he pressed a final kiss to salty skin and pulled away. It was cold with cooling fluids painting bare skin and without the body heat of someone pressed so tightly together.
“I think that deserves a nice hot shower.” Don sighed, flopping down in the messy bed beside Danny.
“Ya think?”
__
It had been a rather long day, unnecessarily so. The case had weighed on his mind, bogging down his thoughts; making them spin in endless circles of motive, means and reasoning. In the end it was just stupidity, the one factor he hadn’t incorporated in his carefully thought out scenario- human stupidity. With a shake of his head to clear the thoughts away he peeled his shirt over his head and tossed it in a heap on top of his bag. Pulling a clean one out he was toying with the buttons when he felt warm hands slip under the thin cotton.
“You know, I think there are rules against work-PDA.”
“Probably.” The brush of slightly wind-chapped lips against the back of his neck, right above the collar and below the hairline. “But you look like you need a little pick-me-up.”
That’s about when the door opened and Mac walked in, looking at his cell phone and on the hunt for Danny- they had a new call. Springing apart and looking like a couple of teenagers caught making out on their parent’s couch –now there’s an interesting thought, who was the mom? Stella obviously, and Dad would then have to be Mac. He looked up for a moment, raising a solitary eyebrow at their twin facial expressions.
“Danny, we got a break in the Tamser** case.”
“Alright, fill me in.” Finishing quickly with the buttons –and not thinking about how that may have (did?) look for anyone who walked in. After Mac filled him in silence reigned in the car, filling the interior; causing Danny to twitch.
“Hey, listen Mac.” Looking out the window –and missing the almost terrified look Mac sent him- he bit his lip. “About what you saw in the locker room.”
Mac wanted to tell him that he didn’t see anything, and let Danny flounder for an excuse after that, avoiding the situation entirely. Still it would be better if they had this out in the open, so he reminded himself to take one for the team and to not look to interested or disinterested in what Danny was about to tell him.
“Flack and me. We’re sort of together. Like together together.” Not really an eloquent way of phrasing it, but there wasn’t much else he could say. “I just wanted you to know, so you don’t think… Well actually it is what you think.” The nerves made his tongue feel heavy and out of place in his mouth, and he had that sweaty palmed feeling of apprehension. He absently wondered if this is what the criminals feel like while they wait for the decision of the jury. Mac would make one hell of a scary judge. “It’s not going to affect our work relationship or anything, I’m already walking on thin ice as it is, I’m not going to put myself in another bad place, and well Mac, I guess I just …”
“That’s nice.” Mac looked over at him and, Danny was still looking out the window, looking all flustered. “I’m sure you and detective Flack will make… a nice couple.” That earned him a rather fish eyed stare and Mac tried hard to look unaffected.
New York’s finest and the Italian Stallion indeed.
Pairing: Don Flack/Danny Messer
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Mac caught the flash of red and followed the sting intrigued by it's scarlet colour and all the hopes and dreams it represents.
Make the connections and find the underlying pattern, that one fragile link between suspect, victim, and crime. That was his job, and he was not being in the least bit arrogant when he said he was good at what he did. As to why it took him this long to make this connection, well he blamed that on the fact that it was so in his face that he looked right past it –the whole adage about not being able to see the forest for the trees. Also, it wasn’t the most pressing thing in his life was figuring out who was sleeping with who in the lab. So it wasn’t until he got a rather figurative slap in the face that he took a step back and followed the thin red thread.
Now that he saw it, well it was a little hard to ‘unsee’ it; not that he would willingly pull the cotton over his own eyes. It would just take a little getting used to the idea –that’s all. He pretends he’s not watching them, just to see what they would do in the situation. Looking just over the top of his folder he watches as Flack walks into the small lab- holding a folder with the NYPD logo on it- with the swagger of a man who thinks he broken the case.
He stops, only for a heartbeat, his eyes flicking over to Danny, so intently bent over the microscope. He could have mistaken that little smirk dancing on the edges of his mouth for excitement about new evidence, but now he knows better. Flack is happy he got a moment to check out the other’s jeans.
“Hey Mac we caught the guy who the car was registered to, you’ll never guess who it is.” Danny throws a look over his shoulder and Mac wonders for a moment if he’s going to analyze every look and touch between the two of them from now on.
“Tod Wonkin?*” Grinning much like the Cheshire Cat himself he nodded.
“That lying rat bastard.” Danny shook his head; a look is disbelief etched across his face.
“Alright, Danny, you go with Flack and bring him in, I’ll finish up here and check if the trace evidence can prove he wasn’t as far from the crime scene as he claims.” Danny gives him a nod, and he can’t help but judge to see if either of them perk up a little; something to give away them.
“Come on Messer, let’s roll.” Danny grins rubbing his hands together.
“I think I’m looking forward to another chat with our friend Tod.” He watches them go, noting the way their body posture seems to compliment each other, arms brushing ever so slightly as they walked. It was undeniable, they really were sleeping with each other- all signs points to yes; that there is deeper connection between the two. Not sure what to think of it, he closes his folder and wanders off to find Stella and his trace samples.
It’s quiet as they go over the victim’s clothing with a proverbial fine-toothed comb. She’s got the jacket and he’s got the blood stained jeans, looking for something to link their guy to the assault.
“What do you think about office romance?” She snorts and looks up at him, a little smile playing on her pretty face.
“Are you coming on to me?” He simply raises and eyebrow and she grins at him, “I think it can get messy, are you talking about Mandy and Travis from documents?” Mac doesn’t have half a clue who Mandy is, or Travis, nor if they really work in documents, but it doesn’t matter because her teasing smirk is telling him enough to know that she’s playing with him.
“No.”
“Ah.” Her eyes light up in devilish delight, “Then you must be talking about a certain member of New York’s finest hitching a ride on our very own ‘Italian Stallion’” A lesser man might have choked but Mac simply snorted with amusement. Only she would say it in those words.
“So, you knew.”
“You didn’t?” She countered, and Mac had to shake his head, admitting that he hadn’t noticed this sooner. “Those blatantly in love sneaky assholes.” Mac frowns and she gives him a reassuring look. “Hey, all joking aside. They don’t seem like the type to let this kind of thing affect their work. I think it’s okay.” Stella’s opinion means a lot more to him then anything anyone else has to say, so the words settle his nerves on the subject a bit and that’s all he can really ask for.
“So, when did you figure it out?”
“You’re getting slow Mac.” Back to teasing and playful banter again.
__
They are all hot hands and hard bodies, smashing together with the force and speed of a car crash. Soft lips caught between hard teeth, and it almost hurts, but not as much as the unsatisfied ache that throbs and burns between them. Danny knows for sure that this is what a piece of deli meat feels like, sandwiched between Flack’s hard body and the wall.
Hands on his hips keep his from flipping them (that and a shelve for shoes to his right that would bring them tumbling to the ground like a house of cards). Hot bruised lips assault his neck, sucking and kissing down the scratchy growth, leaning down to press his tongue against the adam’s apple making Danny moan, fingers trying to undo the buttons holding the other’s white dress shirt on.
“You know there is a good reason I have such a big bed.” Don breaths the words heavily against his ear, grinding their hips together.
“Yeah, but it’s all the way over there, and we’re all the way over here.” He struggles to reach the last button craving the feeling of smooth skin sliding under his fingers.
“Are you resisting an officer?” Danny makes a noise that is caught somewhere between a laugh and a gasp. “Because if you are I can think I may need to place you in police custody.”
“So what if I am.” Later, when Flack was basking in his victory, Danny would tell him that he only got him because he didn’t expect it. Either way, he was pressed chest first into the wall, feet kicked apart, and hands behind his back. The cuffs were cold around his wrist; chafing and he struggled against the body pressing against his. “Hey now that’s not fair.”
“All’s fair as long as I get in your pants.” His voice had that teasing quality and Danny slumped in defeat; pressing his cheek to the cool wall and shivering as he was patted down. Hell, there was no way he could hide a weapon there but Don seemed to think otherwise and took his sweet time running hands down his side, and then back up the insides of Danny’s legs.
“If you treat all your suspects like this I’m surprised you haven’t been sued for harassment.” Danny jolted when the hand landed on his denim covered ass with a smacking sound.
“We’re taking this to the bedroom, and you’re in no position to argue with me.” He paraded his ‘suspect’ to the bedroom, a strong guiding hand on his upper arm, and a few gropes later. Unlocking the cuffs he had Danny palms flat, legs spread against the bedroom wall. Lining himself up behind the other he pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “Are you going to talk?”
“Are we talking dirty talk, or afternoon tea chitchat?” Fingers deftly unhooking his belt and toying with the button.
“Anything you want Messer.” Denim is pushed down his thighs pooling around his feet, the briefs come only moments later, and warm hands caress up the sides of his legs. Smooth skin and slightly calloused fingers meet and Danny can’t help the small breathy sound he makes when Flack’s right hand closes around his penis and the left wanders over his abdomen diving under the thin material of his t-shirt. Slacks scratch the back of his legs, and the feel of a trapped erection grinding into his ass has him biting his lips.
“What I want is for you to throw me down on that big bed you were talking about and fuck me.” Sharp teeth nipping at his ear and a smirk pressed into a kiss against his neck.
“I think I could do that.” Danny wasn’t used to being handled like a sac of potatoes (common behaviour for Flack and a suspect) and barely managed to land with some dignity when he was tossed on the bed. Flack was on him in a moment, hungry lips questing for his, not giving in until Don’s tongue was running over flat teeth. Large hands pushed his t-shirt up under his armpits so he could tweak tawny nipples. Pushing at Flack’s shirt until he finally pulled away long enough to take it off and toss it off the end of the bed. Two sets of hands do not work better then one when it comes to the clasp of Flack’s slacks. So slapping the larger man’s hands away he prays that the material doesn’t get caught in the zipper on the way down because that is always an awkward situation right there.
Fingertips brush smooth silk, sliding along the material, sending a shiver down his spine, if he’d known Flack was wearing silk boxers he’d never have made it through the day. There was something about the way that the material slid by his skin caressing his epithelials; making all his hairs stand to attention. Bringing up thought of wrists tied to the bedposts, silk biting so smoothly into his joint making him arch in a mock attempt at escape while lips worshipped his chest and hips.
“You like that?” Danny grinned up at him, running his hands up strong thighs and massaging his hips, fingertips digging in sensual circles.
“Yeah, I do.” Flack rolled to the side, giving Danny just enough time and space to pull his t-shirt over his head and fling it away from him. Before the taller man was back, insistent hands pulling at his shoulders rolling him to the side. Braced on his elbows, knees firmly planted on the bed, hands holding his hips in place, he rested his forehead against his forearms and tried to relax as slick fingers prepped him.
The slight sting was familiar and more then welcome and internal muscles clenched and relaxed around the two digits caressing him from the inside out. Wet opened mouthed kisses trailed over his shoulder blades and down his spine, warm tongue lashing out to run over the bumps of his spinal column.
He figured the way that their bodies fit together was something like fate, it was decided before he was born. He was born to be a cop, and to fuck Danny Messer –not a bad order of things at all. In fact, as he slid into the warm body, feeling the other shudder in delight under his hands –it was a fucking fantastic order of things. He folded over the other, wrapping his arms around the strong chest.
Kissing along the lines of broad shoulders, tasting salt on tanned skin he grinned himself a naughty little grin and shifted his hips, rolling them forward and pulling a hiss from the man on bottom. Danny pushed back, letting out a breathy moan, gripping the sheets as Don finally got with the program and pulled out only to push back in again. Yeah, just like that, arching his back and moaning, it was a tickling sensation; starting somewhere in his core and pulsing outwards until his entire body was flushed with heat.
“Mmm, yeah.” Writhing, trying to achieve deeper smoother penetration with each stroke of Don’s hips. Sex with him was nothing like anything before, but everything he could want; all wrapped up in the small grunts and groans of the man behind him. It was paradise and hell at the same time, he craved to be closer, deeper harder, but at the same time wanted to freeze time and exist only in this moment where he was focused only on the feeling and the passion and could want nothing more.
Then like a landslide, sudden but no so unexpected because the hand around his cock was milking him for all he’s worth. Orgasm hits Danny and he groans loudly, trying not to thrash as nerve endings snap at him, tingling all through his skin and melting his brain. Don let out a drawn out moan, gripping hips tightly as his body and mind tried to stave of his own orgasm, don’t end; it’s too soon to end, to good to ever end.
Of course it does and he doubles over Danny’s body letting wave after wave of endorphins crashed through his brain putting him in a state of bliss. When it was all said and done he pressed a final kiss to salty skin and pulled away. It was cold with cooling fluids painting bare skin and without the body heat of someone pressed so tightly together.
“I think that deserves a nice hot shower.” Don sighed, flopping down in the messy bed beside Danny.
“Ya think?”
__
It had been a rather long day, unnecessarily so. The case had weighed on his mind, bogging down his thoughts; making them spin in endless circles of motive, means and reasoning. In the end it was just stupidity, the one factor he hadn’t incorporated in his carefully thought out scenario- human stupidity. With a shake of his head to clear the thoughts away he peeled his shirt over his head and tossed it in a heap on top of his bag. Pulling a clean one out he was toying with the buttons when he felt warm hands slip under the thin cotton.
“You know, I think there are rules against work-PDA.”
“Probably.” The brush of slightly wind-chapped lips against the back of his neck, right above the collar and below the hairline. “But you look like you need a little pick-me-up.”
That’s about when the door opened and Mac walked in, looking at his cell phone and on the hunt for Danny- they had a new call. Springing apart and looking like a couple of teenagers caught making out on their parent’s couch –now there’s an interesting thought, who was the mom? Stella obviously, and Dad would then have to be Mac. He looked up for a moment, raising a solitary eyebrow at their twin facial expressions.
“Danny, we got a break in the Tamser** case.”
“Alright, fill me in.” Finishing quickly with the buttons –and not thinking about how that may have (did?) look for anyone who walked in. After Mac filled him in silence reigned in the car, filling the interior; causing Danny to twitch.
“Hey, listen Mac.” Looking out the window –and missing the almost terrified look Mac sent him- he bit his lip. “About what you saw in the locker room.”
Mac wanted to tell him that he didn’t see anything, and let Danny flounder for an excuse after that, avoiding the situation entirely. Still it would be better if they had this out in the open, so he reminded himself to take one for the team and to not look to interested or disinterested in what Danny was about to tell him.
“Flack and me. We’re sort of together. Like together together.” Not really an eloquent way of phrasing it, but there wasn’t much else he could say. “I just wanted you to know, so you don’t think… Well actually it is what you think.” The nerves made his tongue feel heavy and out of place in his mouth, and he had that sweaty palmed feeling of apprehension. He absently wondered if this is what the criminals feel like while they wait for the decision of the jury. Mac would make one hell of a scary judge. “It’s not going to affect our work relationship or anything, I’m already walking on thin ice as it is, I’m not going to put myself in another bad place, and well Mac, I guess I just …”
“That’s nice.” Mac looked over at him and, Danny was still looking out the window, looking all flustered. “I’m sure you and detective Flack will make… a nice couple.” That earned him a rather fish eyed stare and Mac tried hard to look unaffected.
New York’s finest and the Italian Stallion indeed.
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Date: 2007-04-02 10:01 am (UTC)“Hey, listen Mac.” Looking out the window –and missing the almost terrified look Mac sent him- he bit his lip. “About what you saw in the locker room.”
Exactly like that. That line made me giggle. I could just imagine Danny twitching and fidgeting in his seat, while Mac grips the steering wheel like grim death, trying to look cool. "OMG! Don't share!" But on the inside.
And smokin' D/F smex is always of the good! :)
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Date: 2007-04-02 10:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-02 07:48 pm (UTC)Thanks for welcoming me. I'm sort of new to this fanbase (shiny squeaky new, fresh out of the box) I really havn't watched enough CSI:NY [my profs always nag, 'don't watch it! It's crap!' ... Hell I'd watch it even if it WAS that bad for Danny *__*] to really figure out how to do this, but I hope to get better!
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Date: 2007-04-02 02:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-03 02:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-04 05:31 pm (UTC)For you? Anytime (no charge XD)