Linda's Story

Hard Studying

No one in their right mind should be up at 2 am, Danny thought as he trudged to his shared apartment. He wasn't too thrilled about sharing the apartment with Linda's roommate, but what was he meant to do? All the good apartments in Staten Island were unavailable. And the ones that were available were ridden with criminals; he wasn't going to put his wife amongst criminals.

So he'd just have to grin and bare Brie for a few months. Besides, he didn't dislike Brie... she was just... a lot.

As quietly as he could, he made his way to his and Linda's bedroom, not wanting to wake up either lady. He frowned when he was met with bright light after opening the bedroom door.

"Linda? What're you doing?" He saw the big book on the bed and notebook in her lap. She had pencils and pens and highlights laying haphazardly across the comforter.

"Finals are tomorrow, and I don't know anything!" There was a slight panic in her voice. "What happens if I fail? I don't want to be anything else than a nurse! What am I gonna do if I don't pass? I can't remember anything! I can't remember the signs of- or what to do if- or what's connected where, or-"

Danny shut her up with a kiss, her panicked whispers dying down. He swiped his tongue across her lips, and felt her relax as the kiss deepened.

He pulled away, "put your books away."

"Yes, Danny," she responded, the game not yet a game. She quickly and quietly gathered her things, setting them on the small table in the corner of the room. She walked back to her husband, stood in front of him like she was waiting for instructions.

He kissed her again, long and deep like the last one, and sat down on the mattress. She was comfortably in his lap, two sets of hands started to roam each other's body.

It was only now, when Linda moved for a better angle, that she realized Danny was in street clothes. She shouldn't be surprised by this- he kept his uniform at the station in his locker. She shrugged off her surprise while her hand made It's way to Danny's belt. She took it off and dropped it to the floor behind her, then popped open the button and pulled down the zipper.

Danny moaned into her mouth before moving his lips to her jawline. His hands snuck up her pink pajama shirt, pausing a moment to squeeze her breasts. He smirked at the moan that came from her before shucking off the shirt and letting it fall to the floor.

Linda started to move her hips in a sloppy rhythm, moaning and gasping in pleasure as Danny's mouth moved down her neck. She bit her lip as he sucked her skin, tilted her head back for better access. She was content with the kisses and the hickeys he was leaving, until the urge to feel his skin beneath her fingers became too much.

She pulled back just enough to get rid of his shirt (thank heavens he's wearing long sleeves, she thought briefly). "That's better," she said with a sexy smile, running a hand along his incredibly toned torso.

Danny only smirked and pinched her hard nipples in response. He captured her lips once more as she groaned in delight. They were both still learning what the other loved in times like these; it wasn't taking Danny long to discover what his wife liked.

He peppered her breasts with kisses, and ventured a little nip to her skin. She whimpered and pushed into him, and he filed that away as something to do again. He faltered with the sloppy kisses a little bit when he felt Linda's hand in his pants.

She was teasing him, drumming her fingers and tracing the lines of his underwear. She wanted to feel him, all of him, and she told him so. "I want to feel you."

"I want to feel you," he responded, gently pushing her hips away. They stood and quickly got rid of their pants and his underwear. He was surprised Linda wasn't wearing any underwear. She only shrugged and kissed him, tugging him down to the mattress.

She giggled- the melodious sound Danny had already come to love- as he danced his fingers across her thigh. She let out a small squeal when he teased her, "Danny."

He knew what she wanted, but he kept teasing her. He moaned when her hand started teasing him.

Her eyebrow raise was almost wicked as she breathed, "two can play at that game."

He never got a chance to respond as her lips pressed against his again in a sloppy, searing kiss. He teased her- and she teased right back- until he had her moaning and shaking with pleasure.

She smiled widely while she caught her breath, loving the tiny kisses Danny was giving her. She surprised him by pushing him down to the mattress and climbing on top of him.

Linda kissed him breathless, "you're turn!"

*********

Brie looked at her roommates across the table, calculating when to tell them. She was quickly forming what she was planning to say and in what tone, then waited for the right moment. And the right moment was now, when he was sipping coffee and she was chewing eggs.

"I really don't mind sharing an apartment with you two, but I would appreciate it if you f***ed quieter the next time. Or asked me to join," the last sentence was a joke. She knew the married couple was way too Irish Catholic for that.

It had the desired effect as they both choked and blushed a deep red.

"Shit, you could hear us?" Linda wrinkled her nose.

"I heard you." She said with a smile. She stood with her plate and simply stated, "now that the shower's free, I gotta take one."

The couple watched her put her plate away, and walked almost triumphantly to her room.

"We need a place of our own," Danny groaned, a hand over his eyes in embarrassment.

"Agreed," Linda nodded simply. "And quickly."