You Are On My Mind

Refocusing

*mature. Title sucks, sorry*

Danny woke up to the smell of bacon and pancakes wafting through the house. Sighing out a "yum", he rolled over, half expecting his wife to be next to him. He realized that was ridiculous, because pancakes and bacon can't cook themselves. He opened his eyes and took in his surroundings, the reality of it all coming back to him. "Right, the fire." He mumbled and rolled out of bed, wishing he could stay there forever, or at least for three more days.
Danny sleepily grabbed the clothes he had picked out- a pair of worn jeans and an old Marine T-shirt- and headed out the door. He saw Jack and Sean walk down the stairs, with about ten times more energy than he had. When he reached the bathroom door, he heard the shower going. He was about to knock to see who was in there, but the sob he heard told him exactly what he wanted to know.
Danny easily picked the indoor lock with the tie to his sweatpants. "Man, these are crappy locks..." he muttered as he pulled the door behind him. "Linda?"
She sniffled, "what?"
"Are you okay? Can I come in?" Usually, he wouldn't have asked permission, since Linda had given him shower-access at all times. He felt the need to ask in case she just really wanted to be left alone.
"Please."
He quickly stripped and stepped in the shower. "Are you okay, sweetie?" He pushed her wet hair away from her eyes.
"Why'd they have to burn down our house?" Linda moaned as she fell into Danny's arms.
"I don't know, I don't know." He kissed her wet hair, "but look on the bright side." It felt a little strange telling her that, since she was the one with the silver linings.
"What bright side?" Her voice was muffled in his neck, "there is no bright side!"
"Yes there is. We've got a family that'll glad take us in for however long we need. We've still got Jack and Sean, unharmed. And I've still got you."
"And I've got you," Linda lifted her head, "how'd you get so smart?"
"I learned from the best," Danny tipped her chin up, bringing her lips to his. It was meant to be a sweet, everything-will-work-out kiss, but Linda pressed on.
She gripped his shoulders, moving her head to deepen the kiss. She moaned when Danny's hands started roaming over her wet back, down her ass and squeezing. She peppered kisses down his neck, across his chest, and back up again.
Danny's hand traveled to the back of her thigh, hitching it up on his hip. The couple groaned at the new position, their arousals hightening. He sucked her bottom lip, then her neck, wondering if she wanted to be marked.
As if she could read his thoughts, Linda nearly begged, "do it. Please. I need..."
He understood her need to feel a little bit controlled, it had happened before, and while he find it weird, he was always more than happy to oblige. He hiked her other leg onto his hip, pressing her against the shower wall. He left a few possessive marks on her neck and collarbone, kissing his way down to her breasts.
Linda tipped her head back as Danny took a hard nipple in his mouth. She often wondered why she craved this so badly after tragedies or close calls; she had asked her psychologist friend who told her it was need to feel like something in her life was in control. It reset her brain and she could breathe better; Danny's fingers interrupted her musings, causing a loud gasp to escape her lips.
The detective smiled when she reached down, reciprocating the gesture. He captured her lips with his again, the kisses wet, sloppy, and hot. If they were cartoons, they'd be emitting as much steam as the shower.
Linda moved her lips to Danny's ear, "I want you inside. I need you inside."
He smirked, "you don't have to tell me twice."
She moaned loudly once again as he entered her, the shower water going slightly cold. To the ordinary person, the shower felt warm, but to Linda's skin, it felt cool. She was anything but cool, though, as her husband rammed into her again and again.
Soon, she was sagging in his arms, a huge smile on her face. He followed her bliss, kissing her as he filled her.
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"Thank you," Linda said as Danny tried her off.
"For that?" He tipped his head towards the shower. "Don't mention it. You know I'll gladly help you get your focus back anytime."
She smiled and kissed his lips, "let's get some of those pancakes."