Slightly Nauseated
Title: Slightly Nauseated
Author/Artist: Liv
Pairing: Danny Messer/Amy Fisher (OC)
Fandom: CSI:NY
30_kisses Theme: 3. Jolt!
firstline_fic Prompt: Week5: We. Had. Sex!--With eachother?!
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI:NY nor it's occupants. If you don't recognize someone, their probably mine.
"We. Had. Sex!....With each other?!" cride Amy, jumping out of Danny's bed with a sheet wrapped around herself. Danny frowned at her, wincing at the high pitched noise.
"Please, please, please lower your voice," mumbled Danny groggily, running his hand over his face as he rolled over on his side. Amy waited for a moment with her hands crossed over her chest before picking up on of her shoes lying on the ground and throwing it at Danny's head.
"I hate you," stated Amy simply, bending down to collect other articles of clothing, while Danny swore at her.
"What's your problem?" asked Danny
bitterly, rubbing the back of his head, shooting a glare at her, which she readily returned.
"I have a boyfriend," said Amy, chucking another shoe at Danny, who ducked out of the way. "You are a horny bastard."
"Since when did you get a boyfriend?" asked Danny, his jaw dropping slightly. Amy chuckled mirthlessly at him picked up her purs, throwing that at him as well.
"About a month after you dumped me," she said bitterly, turning her back to him and pulling on her clothes. She could feel Danny's eyes on her back and straightened up. "I'm so fucked," she breathed under her breath, running her hand over her forehead. "You do understand that right? Logan's gonna find out, and he'll dump me and I'll be right back where I started."
Danny frowned at her, watching her pull on her shirt , dropping the sheet she was holding against her early enough so that he saw a flash of her skin before her shirt covered it completly. "Where's that?" he asked, watching her move about his bedroom, searching for her other shoe. "Amy?"
Amy sighed and straightened up, walking around until she was standing above Danny. He handed her the shoe she throw at him as well as her purse, but grabbed her wrist before she could turn away.
"Where will you be?"
"Pining for you," she said guiltily, leaning down and planting a quick kiss on his lips before pulling out of his grip, giving him glum looking smirk and walking out of his apartment, swinging her shoes in her hand as she paded out in her bare feet.
Author/Artist: Liv
Pairing: Danny Messer/Amy Fisher (OC)
Fandom: CSI:NY
30_kisses Theme: 3. Jolt!
firstline_fic Prompt: Week5: We. Had. Sex!--With eachother?!
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI:NY nor it's occupants. If you don't recognize someone, their probably mine.
"We. Had. Sex!....With each other?!" cride Amy, jumping out of Danny's bed with a sheet wrapped around herself. Danny frowned at her, wincing at the high pitched noise.
"Please, please, please lower your voice," mumbled Danny groggily, running his hand over his face as he rolled over on his side. Amy waited for a moment with her hands crossed over her chest before picking up on of her shoes lying on the ground and throwing it at Danny's head.
"I hate you," stated Amy simply, bending down to collect other articles of clothing, while Danny swore at her.
"What's your problem?" asked Danny
bitterly, rubbing the back of his head, shooting a glare at her, which she readily returned.
"I have a boyfriend," said Amy, chucking another shoe at Danny, who ducked out of the way. "You are a horny bastard."
"Since when did you get a boyfriend?" asked Danny, his jaw dropping slightly. Amy chuckled mirthlessly at him picked up her purs, throwing that at him as well.
"About a month after you dumped me," she said bitterly, turning her back to him and pulling on her clothes. She could feel Danny's eyes on her back and straightened up. "I'm so fucked," she breathed under her breath, running her hand over her forehead. "You do understand that right? Logan's gonna find out, and he'll dump me and I'll be right back where I started."
Danny frowned at her, watching her pull on her shirt , dropping the sheet she was holding against her early enough so that he saw a flash of her skin before her shirt covered it completly. "Where's that?" he asked, watching her move about his bedroom, searching for her other shoe. "Amy?"
Amy sighed and straightened up, walking around until she was standing above Danny. He handed her the shoe she throw at him as well as her purse, but grabbed her wrist before she could turn away.
"Where will you be?"
"Pining for you," she said guiltily, leaning down and planting a quick kiss on his lips before pulling out of his grip, giving him glum looking smirk and walking out of his apartment, swinging her shoes in her hand as she paded out in her bare feet.