i can read you like a gun
This would be the porn I mentioned yesterday.
title: I Can Read You Like a Gun
with: Stella/Danny
rated: NC-17
herein: “You’re reading this right.”
disclaim: I only own the dvds; everything belongs to Zuiker, CBS, et al.
note: set post-S2; prequel to Bad Ideas
Stella feels raw, like the summer heat has blistered her through. Her hands in her gloves are slicked with sweat, and she imagines she can feel the scars on her fingers, the smooth stinging lines. She and Danny process the scene in near silence, in sync. His back is bowstring tight and tells Stella all she needs to know.
Back at the lab, when Mac steps into trace to see how the case is coming, Danny starts to talk to him about re-arranging his shifts again, and Stella watches Mac deal with the human element the way he usually does-by ignoring it. Stella shouldn’t be surprised, but she is. Danny’s knuckles have been white since Mac stepped in the door, and Stella bends closer over the clothes she’s examining. This should be a private conversation, and she tunes it out the best she can.
As bad as the spring had been for all of them, she thought the summer would be better, thought at least Danny and Mac had reached an equilibrium and she could feel happy for that, for them. Here they are again though, and it doesn’t matter if she’s following the conversation or not because neither of them actually says what he means, not to the other. Louie hangs between them now like a bridge and a barrier-like the felon he is-and Stella catches a glimpse of the frown Mac may not even know he’s wearing.
Stella can feel the words in her mouth, the ones they’re not saying mixed up with her own. In the past she would have followed Mac out of trace or would have tracked him down later-she still could track him down later-but part of her is sick of talking to a brick wall.
Danny won’t meet her eyes for the next hour. He could’ve had that false conversation in Mac’s office, but Stella can’t help thinking he wanted a witness, especially after the other day. Earlier that week Danny’d had to leave early, and he had looked so lost in his own head that she’d followed him to the locker room and kissed him half on accident, just to haul him back to the ground.
When Stella suggests packing it in for the night, Danny’s eyes flicker around the room, like he’s too tired to figure out where to rest them.
“You have any plans for tonight?” Stella asks.
“No.” Danny takes his glasses off and rubs his face. “My parents are in town.”
So he won’t be going to visit Louie.
Stella slips out of her lab coat and stretches a little. “Want to come over to my place?”
It’s that easy.
Back at her apartment, Stella pours them both drinks, just whiskey and ice, and they sit in her living room, a comfortable pool of quiet around them. Danny closes his eyes and breathes deeply, like he might drift into sleep right here on her couch.
“Have you talked to Flack lately?” Stella asks.
“Yeah, I stopped by for a visit last weekend.” Danny opens his eyes but slumps lower on the couch. “He’s looking better.”
“Good.” Stella nods and pulls her feet up into her chair. She hadn’t seen Flack in almost two weeks, but he could hardly look worse. The dry hospital smell had made her skin crawl; after, she’d felt sick with herself.
Danny watches her feet, then her hands. Stella wants to ask Danny how he’s doing, but she doesn’t need to. Besides, he’s had the good grace not to ask her the same thing, not when the answer is obvious. His eyes follow her hand to her glass, to her mouth, back to her lap. It occurs to her that somehow they speak the same language.
Stella leans forward a little more than is necessary, and Danny glances quickly at her breasts. A slow smile curves across her face. “I think you and me could use a vacation at this point. What do you say we call in sick and spend a week in Bermuda?”
Danny laughs. “You think we’ve earned it?”
“And then some.”
When Stella comes back from pouring them another drink, Danny stands up to take his glass from her. She stays a little too close to him and watches the line of his throat as he swallows. Danny sets his glass down, and the lamplight flickers across his glasses.
“Stel, you need to tell me if I’m reading this right,” he says.
“You’re reading this right.” Stella nods and reaches up, cupping Danny’s face. His lips are chapped, and he hesitates for a moment like he hadn’t heard her. She gets a hand in his hair, and he groans, kissing her deep and hard, like she wants. One of Danny’s hands frames her face, the other goes around her neck, and she loses herself in the sensation, kissing back just as hard until she needs breath.
Danny moves to nip at her neck, and Stella rolls her head to give him better access. She digs her fingers into his shoulder and arches against him. Danny’s arms go around her waist, and he lifts her off the ground for a moment. When her feet are beneath her again, Stella pulls at his shirt so she can get at the skin underneath, rub the heel of her hand across the breadth of his back. Danny’s fingers creep beneath her own clothes, the callus of his thumb scratching the sensitive skin at the hollow of her hip. Danny has her pants open, and Stella squeezes his dick through his own pants. Danny stutters a gasp against her ear.
Stella tugs his shirt up, and Danny steps back long enough to pull it off and reach for her own. He cups her breasts through her bra, and Stella takes it off, frustrated at how it blunts the heat of his hands, wanting his skin against hers, wanting him inside her already. She wants to be fucking hard against a wall, wants his mouth and tongue bringing her off, wants him begging and on his back. She wants all of these things at once but has to settle for this moment, with Danny’s mouth on hers, his hands at her breast and the small of her back, the plane of muscle and soft curl of hair beneath her own hands.
She bites at his lower lip. “We need to be naked and in bed.”
“No arguments from me,” he says, leaving the whisper of a kiss against her cheek.
In the bedroom, Stella pulls Danny to her by the waist of his pants. She undoes his fly and reaches for his cock, giving it a squeeze and a few good strokes through his underwear. Danny makes a noise in the back of his throat and stares down at her. His lips are slightly swollen, and she has to kiss him again.
“Get naked and get on the bed,” Stella says. “I’ll go grab a condom.” She steps out of her pants as she walks out of the bedroom, not pausing to look back at Danny.
No men in my apartment, Stella thinks. The condoms are in the bathroom instead of the bedside because she’s never had sex in her own bed, not as an adult. Not with anyone else at least. She shivers in the bathroom, cold and grateful that she’d moved to a new apartment, that Frankie’s memory never touched this place. No men in her apartment. She digs the condom out of the drawer. The rule still stands, but Danny is an exception. She thinks Danny has been the exception to a number of things in his life. She stares at herself in the mirror, naked and flushed. A few soft red marks dot her neck. They should fade by morning. Her hair is disheveled, and she licks her lips. She already looks undone and almost hates it.
There are a handful of other men she knows she’d make the exception for, if the right situation arose. Right now, though, it’s Danny. Stella stands in the doorway and admires the way he’s stretched out in her bed, the covers pushed down. Right now it’s Danny, who has more lives than a cat. So does she.
Danny has an arm behind his head, and his other palm rests on his stomach, just at the edge of the curly dark hair leading down to his groin. One of his knees is bent, giving Stella a good view of how hard he is, cock flushed and curving left towards his belly. The head looks slick with pre-come. Danny has a little smirk on his face, and Stella mirrors it as she rakes her eyes up and down his body again. He flushes a little and tugs at his cock. He wants this; it’s not pity. Her body feels tight, and desire licks inside of her.
Stella tosses the condom on the bed and slides off her underwear. She kneels on the bed and moves up between Danny’s legs. Then she waits and looks over Danny’s body again, the play of skin on muscle as he slowly starts to stroke himself.
“You going to sit there all night?” Danny asks, the strain in his voice giving him away.
“You like being watched,” Stella says.
“Yeah,” he breathes. Danny looks vulnerable like this, on his back, his legs spread for her.
“Stop touching yourself.”
Danny makes an annoyed noise but slides his hand back up to his chest.
Stella reaches out and touches the soft skin of his scrotum. Danny gasps, and Stella trails her fingertip lightly up the length of his cock, which jumps in response. This is one of the reasons she chose Danny, Stella realizes. He’s responsive. She knew he’d be responsive. She watches his face as she slides her hand up his leg then draws her thumb down the crease of his thigh. Danny’s eyes are dark, and he whines when her hand brushes his balls. He wouldn’t allow himself to be this naked for anyone. His hips twitch. Stella takes hold of his dick and licks up the underside, hot flesh against her tongue and her palm. Danny’s groan shakes her bodily.
The musky smell and taste of Danny’s arousal makes Stella ache, and she sucks the head of his cock into her mouth as she works the shaft with her hand. Danny is desperate under her mouth and hands, making deep throated moans and softer gasps. His hand comes down, and his fingers tangle carefully in her hair. He doesn’t need to be careful like this, and Stella takes him a little further into her mouth, tongue working the spot just beneath the head of his cock. His hand tightens in her hair, and she moans. Danny thrusts up a little, giving another one of those full body groans, and Stella goes with it, giving him one last good suck before pulling off completely and gripping the base of his cock to back him off the edge.
Danny untangles his fingers from her hair, and Stella sits up, reaching for the condom. His hands skim up her arms and across her shoulders, down to cup her breasts, and he rubs his thumbs over her nipples. Stella’s skin feels alive, humming into Danny’s touch. She rolls the condom on and moves up to her knees, straddling him.
Stella slides down onto Danny’s cock hard and fast, hard enough to feel an edge of pain. She loves it. Danny grunts, and his hands glide down to her waist. Stella shifts her hips and tightens around him. The ache pushes deep inside her, and she groans, hands going out to balance herself against Danny’s chest. Stella rises up on her knees and slides back down again. Danny’s hands tighten on her waist, thumbs gliding over her skin, and she starts riding him as hard as she can. Heat blooms across her body; her thighs strain. She wants to come, needs to come so bad it hurts, but he has to come first, has to throw his head back and pulse helplessly into her.
“Hey, hey, slow down,” Danny gasps. His hands move lower, tight enough to bruise her hips. Stella just braces herself more solidly against his chest and keeps moving. Then her world flips, and she lands hard on her back. Danny’s tongue pushes into her mouth, then he slips away, slips out of her and moves down her body.
“Fuck.” Stella yanks at his hair. “What are you-” She breaks off into a moan as he takes her nipple into his mouth and slides two fingers inside of her. Danny shifts his hand, and the pressure inside of her is just right. Stella gasps, and his teeth tease at her nipple. This isn’t going according to plan though, and Stella tries to sit up.
Danny’s free hand presses her hip down, holding her in place. “Please,” he murmurs against her skin. “Please let me.”
Stella takes a deep breath and presses back against the bed, arching into his touch. It’s okay because it doesn’t feel like surrender. Danny trails open mouthed kisses down her body and doesn’t tease when he reaches her clit.
“God, Danny,” Stella groans, pushing her hips into it. His tongue works her steadily, driving her higher. His fingers rub inside of her, and her skin is stretched too tight for her body. She arches again, grinding against his mouth and hand. Orgasm crashes over and through her, and she trembles through the aftershocks. Danny slowly eases up.
Stella touches her breast idly as she works to catch her breath. Her body is sweat-slick and humming. Danny smiles at her, and even though it’s soft around the edges, she hates him a little for how well he was able to play her body. She sits up and tugs him close enough to kiss, close enough to taste herself on his tongue. He’s still hard. She grasps his dick and gives it a good squeeze, then breaks away from him.
Danny’s eyes are glazed over, and Stella knows her smile is sharp. She’s ready for him to lose control. “Fuck me,” she says, turning onto all fours and lowering her head.
“Stella.” Danny’s voice is rough. He moves behind her and holds her hips as he slides inside. Then his arms go around her waist, and he sits back, gathering her into his lap. Stella makes an annoyed noise, but Danny’s arm comes across her body to fondle her breast. He nuzzles against her neck and moves in long steady strokes. Slowly, she relaxes in his arms, leaning back against his chest and reaching down to brace herself against his thighs.
“Yeah.” Danny makes breathy little moans at the peak of every upstroke. “Yeah. Thank you.” He presses his face against her shoulder and sucks on the skin he finds there. His other hand skims down her stomach, spans her pelvis for several strokes, then slides into her pubic hair, spreading her for him as he moves deep within her. He finds her clit and rubs it gently, a counterpoint to his slow thrusts inside.
Danny groans and raises his head to kiss her ear. The fingers at her breast move in a lazy circle. “Please,” he says. “Come again for me, please.”
Stella shudders in his arms, and it slowly rises up inside of her, inescapable as the pull of gravity.
Danny gasps with her, then gently pushes her forward onto all fours. Stella moans, and finally he’s fucking her as hard as she wants. His hands are tight on her hips again, and she lowers her head, giving over to the feel of it. She aches all over, like a whirlwind turning deep inside her. Danny grunts with each thrust and their skin slaps together lewdly. Stella starts to slide forward and reaches out with one hand to brace herself against the headboard. Danny legs go of her hips and shifts without breaking the pace, leaning over her so he can bite a path along her spine. One of his hands is planted on the bed, and the other reaches around to stroke her clit again.
“Jesus,” Stella gasps and pushes back against him. “Harder.” She rolls her hips in rhythm, and another orgasm is drawn out of her.
Stella’s arms buckle, and Danny fucks her still, a blur of heat against her back. Finally he moans one last time and thrusts deep, coming, trembling through it.
Danny moves away, and Stella collapses onto her back. She watches him roll out of bed to get rid of the condom. Her body thrums deeply, satisfied.
Stella admires Danny’s body again as he walks back over to the bed. Danny hesitates for a split second at the bedside, and Stella snorts.
“Don’t be stupid,” she says. “Get in.”
“Okay.” Danny scratches his stomach like it’s no big deal either way, then climbs into bed, stretching out on his back. Stella rolls onto her side and starts idly teasing her fingers across his chest.
“Hey,” Danny says and smiles. It’s the same smile she saw earlier, the one that’s soft around the edges. She pinches his nipple, glad when his smile goes sharp.
“I had thought this would be a one-time thing.” Stella holds his eyes steady and likes what she sees there. “But maybe not.”
“Maybe not works for me.” Danny squirms, and Stella notes that the skin below his fourth rib is ticklish.
“Good.” Sex with Danny helped scratch an itch she wasn’t fully aware of, but she is aware of it now. She’ll want it again.
Danny yawns. “I can crash her for a little while?”
“Sure.” Stella lets her hand drift firmly down his side. She wants to see him stretched out on her bed again, wants to take him apart with her mouth and hands.
There’s time for that later.
title: I Can Read You Like a Gun
with: Stella/Danny
rated: NC-17
herein: “You’re reading this right.”
disclaim: I only own the dvds; everything belongs to Zuiker, CBS, et al.
note: set post-S2; prequel to Bad Ideas
Stella feels raw, like the summer heat has blistered her through. Her hands in her gloves are slicked with sweat, and she imagines she can feel the scars on her fingers, the smooth stinging lines. She and Danny process the scene in near silence, in sync. His back is bowstring tight and tells Stella all she needs to know.
Back at the lab, when Mac steps into trace to see how the case is coming, Danny starts to talk to him about re-arranging his shifts again, and Stella watches Mac deal with the human element the way he usually does-by ignoring it. Stella shouldn’t be surprised, but she is. Danny’s knuckles have been white since Mac stepped in the door, and Stella bends closer over the clothes she’s examining. This should be a private conversation, and she tunes it out the best she can.
As bad as the spring had been for all of them, she thought the summer would be better, thought at least Danny and Mac had reached an equilibrium and she could feel happy for that, for them. Here they are again though, and it doesn’t matter if she’s following the conversation or not because neither of them actually says what he means, not to the other. Louie hangs between them now like a bridge and a barrier-like the felon he is-and Stella catches a glimpse of the frown Mac may not even know he’s wearing.
Stella can feel the words in her mouth, the ones they’re not saying mixed up with her own. In the past she would have followed Mac out of trace or would have tracked him down later-she still could track him down later-but part of her is sick of talking to a brick wall.
Danny won’t meet her eyes for the next hour. He could’ve had that false conversation in Mac’s office, but Stella can’t help thinking he wanted a witness, especially after the other day. Earlier that week Danny’d had to leave early, and he had looked so lost in his own head that she’d followed him to the locker room and kissed him half on accident, just to haul him back to the ground.
When Stella suggests packing it in for the night, Danny’s eyes flicker around the room, like he’s too tired to figure out where to rest them.
“You have any plans for tonight?” Stella asks.
“No.” Danny takes his glasses off and rubs his face. “My parents are in town.”
So he won’t be going to visit Louie.
Stella slips out of her lab coat and stretches a little. “Want to come over to my place?”
It’s that easy.
Back at her apartment, Stella pours them both drinks, just whiskey and ice, and they sit in her living room, a comfortable pool of quiet around them. Danny closes his eyes and breathes deeply, like he might drift into sleep right here on her couch.
“Have you talked to Flack lately?” Stella asks.
“Yeah, I stopped by for a visit last weekend.” Danny opens his eyes but slumps lower on the couch. “He’s looking better.”
“Good.” Stella nods and pulls her feet up into her chair. She hadn’t seen Flack in almost two weeks, but he could hardly look worse. The dry hospital smell had made her skin crawl; after, she’d felt sick with herself.
Danny watches her feet, then her hands. Stella wants to ask Danny how he’s doing, but she doesn’t need to. Besides, he’s had the good grace not to ask her the same thing, not when the answer is obvious. His eyes follow her hand to her glass, to her mouth, back to her lap. It occurs to her that somehow they speak the same language.
Stella leans forward a little more than is necessary, and Danny glances quickly at her breasts. A slow smile curves across her face. “I think you and me could use a vacation at this point. What do you say we call in sick and spend a week in Bermuda?”
Danny laughs. “You think we’ve earned it?”
“And then some.”
When Stella comes back from pouring them another drink, Danny stands up to take his glass from her. She stays a little too close to him and watches the line of his throat as he swallows. Danny sets his glass down, and the lamplight flickers across his glasses.
“Stel, you need to tell me if I’m reading this right,” he says.
“You’re reading this right.” Stella nods and reaches up, cupping Danny’s face. His lips are chapped, and he hesitates for a moment like he hadn’t heard her. She gets a hand in his hair, and he groans, kissing her deep and hard, like she wants. One of Danny’s hands frames her face, the other goes around her neck, and she loses herself in the sensation, kissing back just as hard until she needs breath.
Danny moves to nip at her neck, and Stella rolls her head to give him better access. She digs her fingers into his shoulder and arches against him. Danny’s arms go around her waist, and he lifts her off the ground for a moment. When her feet are beneath her again, Stella pulls at his shirt so she can get at the skin underneath, rub the heel of her hand across the breadth of his back. Danny’s fingers creep beneath her own clothes, the callus of his thumb scratching the sensitive skin at the hollow of her hip. Danny has her pants open, and Stella squeezes his dick through his own pants. Danny stutters a gasp against her ear.
Stella tugs his shirt up, and Danny steps back long enough to pull it off and reach for her own. He cups her breasts through her bra, and Stella takes it off, frustrated at how it blunts the heat of his hands, wanting his skin against hers, wanting him inside her already. She wants to be fucking hard against a wall, wants his mouth and tongue bringing her off, wants him begging and on his back. She wants all of these things at once but has to settle for this moment, with Danny’s mouth on hers, his hands at her breast and the small of her back, the plane of muscle and soft curl of hair beneath her own hands.
She bites at his lower lip. “We need to be naked and in bed.”
“No arguments from me,” he says, leaving the whisper of a kiss against her cheek.
In the bedroom, Stella pulls Danny to her by the waist of his pants. She undoes his fly and reaches for his cock, giving it a squeeze and a few good strokes through his underwear. Danny makes a noise in the back of his throat and stares down at her. His lips are slightly swollen, and she has to kiss him again.
“Get naked and get on the bed,” Stella says. “I’ll go grab a condom.” She steps out of her pants as she walks out of the bedroom, not pausing to look back at Danny.
No men in my apartment, Stella thinks. The condoms are in the bathroom instead of the bedside because she’s never had sex in her own bed, not as an adult. Not with anyone else at least. She shivers in the bathroom, cold and grateful that she’d moved to a new apartment, that Frankie’s memory never touched this place. No men in her apartment. She digs the condom out of the drawer. The rule still stands, but Danny is an exception. She thinks Danny has been the exception to a number of things in his life. She stares at herself in the mirror, naked and flushed. A few soft red marks dot her neck. They should fade by morning. Her hair is disheveled, and she licks her lips. She already looks undone and almost hates it.
There are a handful of other men she knows she’d make the exception for, if the right situation arose. Right now, though, it’s Danny. Stella stands in the doorway and admires the way he’s stretched out in her bed, the covers pushed down. Right now it’s Danny, who has more lives than a cat. So does she.
Danny has an arm behind his head, and his other palm rests on his stomach, just at the edge of the curly dark hair leading down to his groin. One of his knees is bent, giving Stella a good view of how hard he is, cock flushed and curving left towards his belly. The head looks slick with pre-come. Danny has a little smirk on his face, and Stella mirrors it as she rakes her eyes up and down his body again. He flushes a little and tugs at his cock. He wants this; it’s not pity. Her body feels tight, and desire licks inside of her.
Stella tosses the condom on the bed and slides off her underwear. She kneels on the bed and moves up between Danny’s legs. Then she waits and looks over Danny’s body again, the play of skin on muscle as he slowly starts to stroke himself.
“You going to sit there all night?” Danny asks, the strain in his voice giving him away.
“You like being watched,” Stella says.
“Yeah,” he breathes. Danny looks vulnerable like this, on his back, his legs spread for her.
“Stop touching yourself.”
Danny makes an annoyed noise but slides his hand back up to his chest.
Stella reaches out and touches the soft skin of his scrotum. Danny gasps, and Stella trails her fingertip lightly up the length of his cock, which jumps in response. This is one of the reasons she chose Danny, Stella realizes. He’s responsive. She knew he’d be responsive. She watches his face as she slides her hand up his leg then draws her thumb down the crease of his thigh. Danny’s eyes are dark, and he whines when her hand brushes his balls. He wouldn’t allow himself to be this naked for anyone. His hips twitch. Stella takes hold of his dick and licks up the underside, hot flesh against her tongue and her palm. Danny’s groan shakes her bodily.
The musky smell and taste of Danny’s arousal makes Stella ache, and she sucks the head of his cock into her mouth as she works the shaft with her hand. Danny is desperate under her mouth and hands, making deep throated moans and softer gasps. His hand comes down, and his fingers tangle carefully in her hair. He doesn’t need to be careful like this, and Stella takes him a little further into her mouth, tongue working the spot just beneath the head of his cock. His hand tightens in her hair, and she moans. Danny thrusts up a little, giving another one of those full body groans, and Stella goes with it, giving him one last good suck before pulling off completely and gripping the base of his cock to back him off the edge.
Danny untangles his fingers from her hair, and Stella sits up, reaching for the condom. His hands skim up her arms and across her shoulders, down to cup her breasts, and he rubs his thumbs over her nipples. Stella’s skin feels alive, humming into Danny’s touch. She rolls the condom on and moves up to her knees, straddling him.
Stella slides down onto Danny’s cock hard and fast, hard enough to feel an edge of pain. She loves it. Danny grunts, and his hands glide down to her waist. Stella shifts her hips and tightens around him. The ache pushes deep inside her, and she groans, hands going out to balance herself against Danny’s chest. Stella rises up on her knees and slides back down again. Danny’s hands tighten on her waist, thumbs gliding over her skin, and she starts riding him as hard as she can. Heat blooms across her body; her thighs strain. She wants to come, needs to come so bad it hurts, but he has to come first, has to throw his head back and pulse helplessly into her.
“Hey, hey, slow down,” Danny gasps. His hands move lower, tight enough to bruise her hips. Stella just braces herself more solidly against his chest and keeps moving. Then her world flips, and she lands hard on her back. Danny’s tongue pushes into her mouth, then he slips away, slips out of her and moves down her body.
“Fuck.” Stella yanks at his hair. “What are you-” She breaks off into a moan as he takes her nipple into his mouth and slides two fingers inside of her. Danny shifts his hand, and the pressure inside of her is just right. Stella gasps, and his teeth tease at her nipple. This isn’t going according to plan though, and Stella tries to sit up.
Danny’s free hand presses her hip down, holding her in place. “Please,” he murmurs against her skin. “Please let me.”
Stella takes a deep breath and presses back against the bed, arching into his touch. It’s okay because it doesn’t feel like surrender. Danny trails open mouthed kisses down her body and doesn’t tease when he reaches her clit.
“God, Danny,” Stella groans, pushing her hips into it. His tongue works her steadily, driving her higher. His fingers rub inside of her, and her skin is stretched too tight for her body. She arches again, grinding against his mouth and hand. Orgasm crashes over and through her, and she trembles through the aftershocks. Danny slowly eases up.
Stella touches her breast idly as she works to catch her breath. Her body is sweat-slick and humming. Danny smiles at her, and even though it’s soft around the edges, she hates him a little for how well he was able to play her body. She sits up and tugs him close enough to kiss, close enough to taste herself on his tongue. He’s still hard. She grasps his dick and gives it a good squeeze, then breaks away from him.
Danny’s eyes are glazed over, and Stella knows her smile is sharp. She’s ready for him to lose control. “Fuck me,” she says, turning onto all fours and lowering her head.
“Stella.” Danny’s voice is rough. He moves behind her and holds her hips as he slides inside. Then his arms go around her waist, and he sits back, gathering her into his lap. Stella makes an annoyed noise, but Danny’s arm comes across her body to fondle her breast. He nuzzles against her neck and moves in long steady strokes. Slowly, she relaxes in his arms, leaning back against his chest and reaching down to brace herself against his thighs.
“Yeah.” Danny makes breathy little moans at the peak of every upstroke. “Yeah. Thank you.” He presses his face against her shoulder and sucks on the skin he finds there. His other hand skims down her stomach, spans her pelvis for several strokes, then slides into her pubic hair, spreading her for him as he moves deep within her. He finds her clit and rubs it gently, a counterpoint to his slow thrusts inside.
Danny groans and raises his head to kiss her ear. The fingers at her breast move in a lazy circle. “Please,” he says. “Come again for me, please.”
Stella shudders in his arms, and it slowly rises up inside of her, inescapable as the pull of gravity.
Danny gasps with her, then gently pushes her forward onto all fours. Stella moans, and finally he’s fucking her as hard as she wants. His hands are tight on her hips again, and she lowers her head, giving over to the feel of it. She aches all over, like a whirlwind turning deep inside her. Danny grunts with each thrust and their skin slaps together lewdly. Stella starts to slide forward and reaches out with one hand to brace herself against the headboard. Danny legs go of her hips and shifts without breaking the pace, leaning over her so he can bite a path along her spine. One of his hands is planted on the bed, and the other reaches around to stroke her clit again.
“Jesus,” Stella gasps and pushes back against him. “Harder.” She rolls her hips in rhythm, and another orgasm is drawn out of her.
Stella’s arms buckle, and Danny fucks her still, a blur of heat against her back. Finally he moans one last time and thrusts deep, coming, trembling through it.
Danny moves away, and Stella collapses onto her back. She watches him roll out of bed to get rid of the condom. Her body thrums deeply, satisfied.
Stella admires Danny’s body again as he walks back over to the bed. Danny hesitates for a split second at the bedside, and Stella snorts.
“Don’t be stupid,” she says. “Get in.”
“Okay.” Danny scratches his stomach like it’s no big deal either way, then climbs into bed, stretching out on his back. Stella rolls onto her side and starts idly teasing her fingers across his chest.
“Hey,” Danny says and smiles. It’s the same smile she saw earlier, the one that’s soft around the edges. She pinches his nipple, glad when his smile goes sharp.
“I had thought this would be a one-time thing.” Stella holds his eyes steady and likes what she sees there. “But maybe not.”
“Maybe not works for me.” Danny squirms, and Stella notes that the skin below his fourth rib is ticklish.
“Good.” Sex with Danny helped scratch an itch she wasn’t fully aware of, but she is aware of it now. She’ll want it again.
Danny yawns. “I can crash her for a little while?”
“Sure.” Stella lets her hand drift firmly down his side. She wants to see him stretched out on her bed again, wants to take him apart with her mouth and hands.
There’s time for that later.