Freeze
Title: Freeze
Author/Artist: kcatlin
Pairing: Danny Messer/Lindsay Monroe
Fandom: CSI: NY
Theme: 12. angel's wings or a demon's tail?
Disclaimer: I dont own CSI NY
Warnings: Adult situations
Sitting on the bench in front of his locker, he sighed heavily. Halloween was the worst time for B&E’s and prank 911 calls. People with sick senses of humor thinking it was funny to call in claiming robber’s or worse. And that wasn’t to mention the outright vandalism punk teenage kids caused. He hadn’t been able to get out of his shift. So that meant the party he and Montana planned on going to wouldn’t be happening. He was fine with not going to the party, but he was pissed off that he wouldn’t be able to see his Montana in the costume she picked out. He didn’t know what it looked like but he knew that if it was on her, it would be fucking hot.
“Freeze copper.”
He heard her voice before he felt her finger go in his back. His back arched in reflex.
“Whatcha ya doin’ here, Montana?” he asked softly, a smile playing on his tired face. He hadn’t heard her come in, but he was damn sure glad to see her.
“I thought we could get something to eat or something,” she said softly, walking around to the front of him, “I know how badly you wanted to spend Halloween together.”
He watched her walk around the bench, her body wrapped tightly in a trench coat. “It that cold outside?” He teased when she stood in front of him.
“You could say that,” she smiled sexily at him, her hand pulling free the sash that kept the coat together.
He about swallowed his tongue when he saw her ‘costume’. “Holy fuck,” he moaned, his eyes roaming over the body he knew every square inch of already.
The fishnets that ended just above the knee, the black pleated skirt that started about two inches after that, the black halter top that was unzipped down to her belly button, announcing her as ‘Police’ with a fake plastic badge somehow attached to her hip.
“You actually rode the subway dressed like this?” he growled, his hands possessively landing on her hips.
“No silly. I took a cab,” she smiled at him; wrapping her arms around his neck, “You don’t like it?” she nuzzled his neck. She knew damn well he liked it, his dilated eyes, rapid breathing and semi tented jeans told her he did, “I thought this,” she gestured to her getup, “would be more fitting than a pair of angel wing’s or a demon’s tail.”
“Yes, much better choice,” he agreed. His face was right in front of her bare chest, her ample breasts teasingly offering him a place for him to lay his head; softly he kissed the bare area. He dropped his hands from her waist down to her thighs then back up under the strip of fabric that passed for a skirt. His jeans grew tighter when the realization hit him. “You have been a very very bad girl, Lindsay Monroe,” he growled softly, his hands palming her bare ass.
“Maybe you ought to take me home and punish me,” she suggested, digging in her coat pocket and pulling out a pair of plastic handcuffs.
“Fantastic idea,” he stood, helping her wrap herself back up, making sure that she was very snug and that nobody would be able to see any part of her.
Prompt Angel wings or demon tail
Author/Artist: kcatlin
Pairing: Danny Messer/Lindsay Monroe
Fandom: CSI: NY
Theme: 12. angel's wings or a demon's tail?
Disclaimer: I dont own CSI NY
Warnings: Adult situations
Sitting on the bench in front of his locker, he sighed heavily. Halloween was the worst time for B&E’s and prank 911 calls. People with sick senses of humor thinking it was funny to call in claiming robber’s or worse. And that wasn’t to mention the outright vandalism punk teenage kids caused. He hadn’t been able to get out of his shift. So that meant the party he and Montana planned on going to wouldn’t be happening. He was fine with not going to the party, but he was pissed off that he wouldn’t be able to see his Montana in the costume she picked out. He didn’t know what it looked like but he knew that if it was on her, it would be fucking hot.
“Freeze copper.”
He heard her voice before he felt her finger go in his back. His back arched in reflex.
“Whatcha ya doin’ here, Montana?” he asked softly, a smile playing on his tired face. He hadn’t heard her come in, but he was damn sure glad to see her.
“I thought we could get something to eat or something,” she said softly, walking around to the front of him, “I know how badly you wanted to spend Halloween together.”
He watched her walk around the bench, her body wrapped tightly in a trench coat. “It that cold outside?” He teased when she stood in front of him.
“You could say that,” she smiled sexily at him, her hand pulling free the sash that kept the coat together.
He about swallowed his tongue when he saw her ‘costume’. “Holy fuck,” he moaned, his eyes roaming over the body he knew every square inch of already.
The fishnets that ended just above the knee, the black pleated skirt that started about two inches after that, the black halter top that was unzipped down to her belly button, announcing her as ‘Police’ with a fake plastic badge somehow attached to her hip.
“You actually rode the subway dressed like this?” he growled, his hands possessively landing on her hips.
“No silly. I took a cab,” she smiled at him; wrapping her arms around his neck, “You don’t like it?” she nuzzled his neck. She knew damn well he liked it, his dilated eyes, rapid breathing and semi tented jeans told her he did, “I thought this,” she gestured to her getup, “would be more fitting than a pair of angel wing’s or a demon’s tail.”
“Yes, much better choice,” he agreed. His face was right in front of her bare chest, her ample breasts teasingly offering him a place for him to lay his head; softly he kissed the bare area. He dropped his hands from her waist down to her thighs then back up under the strip of fabric that passed for a skirt. His jeans grew tighter when the realization hit him. “You have been a very very bad girl, Lindsay Monroe,” he growled softly, his hands palming her bare ass.
“Maybe you ought to take me home and punish me,” she suggested, digging in her coat pocket and pulling out a pair of plastic handcuffs.
“Fantastic idea,” he stood, helping her wrap herself back up, making sure that she was very snug and that nobody would be able to see any part of her.
Prompt Angel wings or demon tail