You Are On My Mind

I'll Be Careful

*follows the chap Opposite Sides. Mature*.

Linda inhaled sharply when she saw Danny at the coffee machine. His arm was in a sling, and his face was bruised and cut.
Danny turned around, surprised to see his wife. "Linda, I know what you're thinking. If you would've just let me question Christopher Dean, none of this would've happened. It's okay, I know you were doing what you thought was right."
"Yeah, actually I wasn't thinking that, 'cause I know what I did was right...." she leaned on the cabinet and crossed her arms. "I'm really glad you're okay though."
"Thank you."
"Uh, the stuff with us, Danny. This is a bad situation."
"I know it was a bad situation." He interrupted.
"Danny, we were caught on opposite sides, but we were both doing what we needed to do. We've been through a lot. And we always stuck together. You just-- you can't do that. You can't just leave." Her voice cracked slightly.
"I didn't leave leave, Linda. I just I just.... left." He heard her scoff, "Maybe I just thought you were choosing your job over me."
"Danny, I would never do that." Linda was somewhat offended he even suggested she would do that.
"I know. I was wrong."
"Yeah, you were. Don't do it again."
"No way." Danny whispered, ashamed of himself for scaring his wife the way he did.
"So you think you can make it to your son's big race?"
"You see if you can stop me..... I love you."
"I love you, too."
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Linda was half asleep that night when she felt a hand rubbing her side and lips on her neck. She smiled, "Danny."
He moved on top of her and kissed her lips, intentionally taking her breath away. He sucked at her bottom lip, then moved his lips to her jawline.
"Danny, we can't do this now," Linda protested, although her hands were on his body.
"Why not?" He bit her neck, bringing a moan out of her.
"Be- because you're injured."
"I'll be careful." He kissed the exposed skin on her chest, planting his lips right where the fabric met in the shape of a V.
"B- but your.... your arm," she barely objected, feeling his hand beneath her shirt on her stomach.
"Only need one." He squeezed her breast, and she arched into him, her protests dying.
Linda lifted her shirt over her head, and dropped it to the floor. She mewled as his mouth descended on her breast. She closed her eyes, all was right with the world again. Danny would be okay, she'd be okay; they'd both be okay. Her thoughts were interrupted when he dipped his hand into her undies. She moaned and lifted her hips, silently indicating to go faster. Her breath hitched in her throat as Danny curled his fingers just the right way.
The Detective smiled and shifted slightly, wanting to hit the right spot.
"Ohhh!" She moaned, and grabbed his shoulder. She felt his fingers slide out, and she whimpered.
"Hold on, baby," Danny shifted, trying to push his pants down.
Linda cocked her head, "Lemme help." They shifted, and she pulled down his pants and underwear along with her panties. She took her husband by surprise when she sunk down on him.
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"See? Told ya I could do it with one arm." Danny smirked as they laid in bed together, tired and happy.
Linda laughed, "how about no hands?"
"I-"
"I can do it without hands."
"Challenge excepted!"