Jean and Danny

Jean and Danny 8

I launched the magazine in the air, dropping it like it was on fire, as I screamed with shock and confusion.

There was a picture of a woman on it, and let's just say she was... Well.... Not decent.

Nope. Not decent at all.

When the magazine landed on the ground, it flipped to to random pages, and showed more two different non-decent women, doing things I didn't think I'd ever see another person do.

"Wh-what?! Why would you want to read that?" I snapped, glaring at Danny.

I paused. "In fact, there isn't even any reading invoked! It's just a... A..." I trailed of, as Danny just smirked at me cheekily.

"A picture book?" He offered, grinning slyly.

I nodded profusely, forcing my eyes to avoid the risqué object on the floor. "Exactly! A picture book! Why... Why would you..." I trailed off, and I could feel my body jittering, and my arms moving shakily.

Danny smirked wider, as he leaned closer to me.

Suddenly we were hip to hip, and his hand was on my thigh.

I have to admit, I didn't hate the contact, but it certainly surprised me. A lot.

"What do you think I'd own picture books like that for?" He whispered into my ear softly, his voice dripping cheekiness, and sounding a lot more playful than I'd ever heard him.

Oh god.

I couldn't take my eyes off him, as his chilly blue orbs stared right into my soul.

"I have another book that's be a little more suitable to your tastes... If you want to look at it," he purred, eyes sparkling mischievously.

I could hear my heart thudding loudly in my chest, and I was wondering if he could hear it too, but I doubted it.

Danny's pupils dilated, and his breathing was rather heavy, like he was running.

"Y'know... It's kind of inspiring," he breathed, huskily, still smirking.

I wasn't quite sure what to do, so I just nodded to his comment.

I mean... It was probably inspirational, right? Maybe they had articles about people doing inspirational things...

Okay, now I know I was kidding myself... But I couldn't help it! I'd never seen this side of Danny before. It was... A big shock, I guess.

Instead for the magazine like I thought he would, he did something completely different.

He leaned in, and his lips connected with mine again.

The electricity spiked inside my body again, and my arms lunged for his body, pulling him closer, surprising me more than it surprised Danny.

Suddenly, he was on top of me, straddling me against the bed, our lips working together furiously. I was so surprised that all of the air was forced out of my lungs.

Danny pulled away, surprised, though he didn't move from being on top of me. I gasped for air, as he raised his eyebrow, smirking devilishly. "You okay?" He asked, panting.

I nodded, as I felt his hands on top of my wrists like I had earlier, pinning me to the bed. He smirked down at me, as I continued gasping for breath, then leaned down closer to me, cautiously.

"This gives me ideas," he breathed huskily.

I felt like my brain had exploded. What ideas could Danny possibly have while I was laying beneath him? What kind of person would get ideas while they were on top of someone else?!