You Are On My Mind

I Can Speak Your Language

A/n I have consulted Google Translate for this. If anyone actual speaks the language(s) they speak in Iraq/Fallujah, please message me and I will attempt to fix ANY mistakes! Oh, and this one's mature!

Ali sighed, annoyed with the detectives. He looked to his right, then stared at Danny straight in the eye. "Ladayk zawjat jamila. Sayakun min alear 'an tudamir mithl hdha aljamal. Khasat altariqat alty khutatat laha. Tashwih, taedhib. Aljins bialtaakid."
(You've got a beautiful wife. It'd be a shame to ruin such beauty. Especially the way I have planned. Mutilation, torture. Sex, for sure. ).
"'Atakalam laghtak, ghabaa. Wa'iidha dhahabat dakhil nsf qatar khamsimiayat mil min zawjati, 'ana sawf taeaqubuk, warumy muakharatuk fi alsijn 'asrae mimaa yumkinuk qawlah 'hadha alrajul majnun'."
(I speak your language, dumb ass. And if you go within a five hundred mile radius of my wife, I'll track you down and throw your ass in jail faster than you can say 'this guy's crazy'). "So stick to English."
"You know what you could do, Detective? F*** yourself?"
"My wife's better at f****** me, but thanks for the advice."
Baez swallowed a laugh, then turned it into a cough. She cleared her throat, and proceeded with the interrogation.
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Danny sighed tiredly as he walked into his house. He locked all windows and doors and grabbed two cookies before heading upstairs. He checked on the boys, then entered his room, immediately feeling a lot less stressed. He took a quick shower before snuggling under the covers, staring at his wife.
"'Ant jamila. Ana ahibbak. ln 'adae 'ayu shay' yahduth lika." Danny whispered to Linda, running his finger along her cheek.
"What does that mean?" Linda shifted, trapping her elbow beneath her head.
"It means.... You're beautiful, I love you, I won't let anything happen to you."
"You're handsome, I love you, too. And Whaddaya mean you won't let anything happen to me? Am I in danger?"
He sighed once again, "no, not really." He ran his finger along her shoulder, down her arm as he spoke. "Someone just threatened you today, that's all. Nothing to really worry about. Just thought you should know I'll protect you, threat or no threat."
Linda frowned; she heard the worry in his voice. "I've never doubted that." She shifted closer, kissing him softly.... until she felt the desperation in him. Her tongue dragged across his lip, asking for entrance. She pulled him closer as he opened his mouth for her tongue. She wrapped her leg around his waist, her hand caressing his cheek. She slid her soft hand to his shoulder, gripping the fabric of his T-shirt. She ran her hands down his chest, then up his shirt. She pulled it over his head, dropping it to the floor; she turned them over, so she was on top of him.
Linda mapped out her normal route, running her tongue and mouth across his muscles. She nipped at his skin, and traced his tattoos with her tongue.
Danny moaned when she slipped her hands into the band of his underwear. He noted that she didn't tease as much as she normally did. He was about to ask if she really wanted it when he felt his pants being pulled from his hips. Her hands wrapped around him, and his eyes closed as he moaned.
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"For the record, I never doubt you'll protect me. I know you will," Linda told Danny, snuggling him after he thanked her. "You promised, and you never break promises."
Danny rubbed her arm, "never forget that."
"I won't," she reached up and kissed his lips. "I love you, Danny Reagan, with all my heart."
"I love you more."
"I love you most." She hugged him tightly, and kissed his neck.