You Are On My Mind

I Ain't That Guy

*mature*

"So how are we doing?" Danny asked his wife in the warm lighting of the dining room.
"You tell me." Linda was just a little pissed. She saw how her husband's eyes seemed to follow Sabrina all around.
"I never stepped out of bounds, Linda. I ain't that guy." He somewhat whispered. He would never, ever cheat on the love of his life.
"I know."
"Do you?"
"Of course. Just— I know Danny Reagan from when we first met. Running around the city all hours of the night..... More girlfriends than I had shoes." Linda raised her eyebrows as she raised her glass of wine to her lips.
"Yeah. But when we got our thing going, I never looked back, did I?"
"No. But sometimes I wonder. Maybe you miss it. I mean, it sure is more exciting than sleepy Staten Island with me and the boys."
"Says who?"
"You mean that?"
"Yeah, I do."
She smiled and kissed his lips. As he caressed her cheek, the kiss intensified. She ran her hand along his firm ass, then gave him a little smack. She pulled back and smiled at him, hoping he could read her eyes.
Danny returned Linda's hopeful, questioning look, and pulled her back in for another kiss. He took her wine glass and set it on the table.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. She felt him grip her pink sweater, lifting it up just a bit. The air prickled her exposed skin with goosebumps. She whimpered a little at the loss of contact as he pulled her sweater over her head. She took off his jacket, letting it fall to the floor with the sweater. His tie and shirt soon followed, and they both toed off their shoes. He squeezed her ass, then pulled her pants down. Lifting her unto the table, he ran his hands along her back as she slid his belt from the loops.
Linda pulled Danny's pants down, and he stepped out of them. She moved the platter that sat on the table to the wooden chair next to her. She wrapped her legs around him as he easily unclasped her bra. The cloth barrier was discarded with the other clothes, and she stood to shuck off her pants.
Danny lifted Linda back to the table after pushing her underwear down to the ground. He stepped out of his, and started working her. His hands ran along her thighs as he left marks on her neck, chest, collarbone, and eventually her hip. He felt her nails rake against his back and arms as he teased her- touching her close enough, but not where she wanted it.
Linda whimpered, "Danny."
He smirked and barely touched her. That went on for about five minutes before Linda was practically begging to feel him.
The blonde let out a moan of relief when Danny finally gave her what she wanted.
*************
"Linda?" Danny looked over to her as they laid under the covers.
"Yeah?"
"Your hair looks nice."
She smiled widely, "thank you." She had gotten a hair cut, and he hadn't noticed it at all. Only did he notice when Erin complimented on her new 'do.
"Sorry if I seemed to care more about the case-"
"It's okay, Danny. I know you wouldn't fool around. I know you love me. Can we just.... y'know, forgive and forget?"
"I love you."
"I love you more."
"I love you most." He kissed her lips sweetly before he settled comfortably under the covers. He smiled when Linda snuggled up next to him.