Is It A Dream?

The Feelings Attack

"Baez?" Danny looked at his partner.
She nodded, understanding, "I'll give you two a moment." She walked half way up the stairs, overhearing the conversation.
"W-why?" Linda cried, clutching Danny's sweater.
"Because it's relevant to the case. I hate it as much as you do."
"W-will... it b-be I-in c-court?" Her voice was muffled and broken.
"What?"
"C-court! Will-" she sobbed and her stomach clenched. She felt like she wanted to throw up.
"Yeah, it'll be in the court. It's evidence." He answered softly, pulling them up to the couch.
"B-b-but- it- they shove-"
Baez's eyes widened. "The perp's shoved the knife up..." she mouthed.
"And- and- and tw-twis... ted!"
That was new information to Danny, and he silently fumed. "I'll get those bastards! Even if it kills me."
"No!!" Linda tightened her grip on him. "Don't die!! I- I ne-need y-you!! L-let th-them run f-free, I- I d- don't care! J-just s-stay w-with me! Please!" She whispered, "I need you," over and over again.
"I'm not going anywhere, I promise. I'm gonna stay right here, babe. I promise." Danny rocked her back and forth, as she continued to cry and whisper she need him.
On the stairs, Baez's heart broke into a million pieces. She had no idea as to the severity Linda was assaulted, but she knew it was bad.
Linda repositioned herself so her legs were across Danny's lap. Her head rested on his shoulder as he continued to rock her back and forth.
"It'll be okay," he whispered into her hair. "I promise. Everything will be okay."
She nodded as he kept telling her every would be okay. She was so glad her kids were at school, she didn't need them seeing her scared.
Baez was sure she sat on the stairs for at least half an hour. She tried not to listen to the very scattered conversation. She heard Linda hyperventilating and, as a cop, wanted to jump in to help, but she heard her partner's voice.
"Okay, baby. Breathe," Danny said soothingly, placing Linda's hand over his heart. "In and out. Slow and deep."
Linda nodded and tried to get her breathing regulated. She concentrated on her hand over Danny's chest, rising and falling, up and down. She bit her lip, closing her eyes; she was having a bloody panic attack, yet all she could think about was how she wanted to shag her husband.
Danny studied her face. He watched her lower lip go between her teeth, and the hand on his chest clenched a little. She was now sitting on her leg, her other leg hung over the couch cushion. Her other hand rested on her inner thigh, very close to her intimacy. Danny swallowed, pushing the sexy-feelings down as best he could.
Linda opened her eyes when she felt Danny's hand on hers. She looked into his hazel eyes, searching for something. The hazel irises glanced down, seemingly asking 'may I..?' She contemplated the idea; she really wanted it, to feel his love that way... but would her newly surfaced insecurities allow her? She nodded, screw them.
Danny smiled and removed her hand from her thigh. He slowly rubbed her thigh atop her sweatpants, pulling at the fabric with his other hand. Soon the sweats were around the bottom of her knees, and rough skin met soft skin.
Danny's rough skin was different from the perp's; Danny's was more inviting, it was familiar and comforting. Thinking of that got Linda passed the initial rejection, she was going let him touch her.