06092006 [48/50 for csi50 -- Lindsay Monroe]
Prompt: kiss
Title: ...
Fandom: CSI:NY
Rating: FRT
Pairing/Characters: Lindsay Monroe/Don Flack Jr.
Category: romance
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Eh. I dunno. Don't own Lindsay even though she's apparently taken up residence in my head. No, she belongs to the blokes over at Bruckheimer Television, Alliance Atlantis, CBS, and whoever else is lucky enough to have claim on her. Or Don. So, y'know, nothing gained. Just for fun. Don't sue me, kthx.
A/N: Written for csi50, so it's xposted. Beta by the 216. Because she tolerates me when I ramble late at night. ♥!
o0o
His hand wrapped around the back of her neck and pulled her the rest of the way to him and he kissed her, hard. He took his time kissing her, tasting a hint of coffee from the morning, something minty and something that was very uniquely her. Idly, he wondered if Danny ever thought about what it was like to kiss her, which caused him to smile against her lips. “Told you I've gotten into the habit of taking what I want,” he murmured softly.
Lindsay nodded, brushing her lips over his. It was her turn to be surprised as he rolled her over onto her back and covered her body with his own, his hands moving up her thigh, over her hip - where he paused to stroke a thumb over her hipbone slowly, teasingly -- sliding along her side and coming to rest on her breast. His touch was gentle, so unlike Danny's, who's hands were rough and strong and so distinctively his, although she wasn't complaining. Don's hands were different - smooth, yet strong; powerful, yet careful. She'd seen him use them as fists the other night, just moments after stroking his fingers over her cheek with a smile. “I see that,” she said, a smile on her lips. She ached to kiss him again, and so she did. After all, he wasn't the only one that was good at taking what they wanted.
Title: ...
Fandom: CSI:NY
Rating: FRT
Pairing/Characters: Lindsay Monroe/Don Flack Jr.
Category: romance
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Eh. I dunno. Don't own Lindsay even though she's apparently taken up residence in my head. No, she belongs to the blokes over at Bruckheimer Television, Alliance Atlantis, CBS, and whoever else is lucky enough to have claim on her. Or Don. So, y'know, nothing gained. Just for fun. Don't sue me, kthx.
A/N: Written for csi50, so it's xposted. Beta by the 216. Because she tolerates me when I ramble late at night. ♥!
o0o
His hand wrapped around the back of her neck and pulled her the rest of the way to him and he kissed her, hard. He took his time kissing her, tasting a hint of coffee from the morning, something minty and something that was very uniquely her. Idly, he wondered if Danny ever thought about what it was like to kiss her, which caused him to smile against her lips. “Told you I've gotten into the habit of taking what I want,” he murmured softly.
Lindsay nodded, brushing her lips over his. It was her turn to be surprised as he rolled her over onto her back and covered her body with his own, his hands moving up her thigh, over her hip - where he paused to stroke a thumb over her hipbone slowly, teasingly -- sliding along her side and coming to rest on her breast. His touch was gentle, so unlike Danny's, who's hands were rough and strong and so distinctively his, although she wasn't complaining. Don's hands were different - smooth, yet strong; powerful, yet careful. She'd seen him use them as fists the other night, just moments after stroking his fingers over her cheek with a smile. “I see that,” she said, a smile on her lips. She ached to kiss him again, and so she did. After all, he wasn't the only one that was good at taking what they wanted.