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| Coming Home by Fusion [Reviews - 1] |  |
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Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from the show...etc..etc... Enjoy. On nights when Danny didn’t come over before Arianna went to sleep, she slept in sweat pants and one of his old college tee-shirts. This annoyed Danny on the occasions when he would come over in the early morning, using his keys, and slide into bed next to her. It wasn’t that he didn’t find her desirable when she was dressed that way, he simply preferred it when wore a tank top and underwear and relied upon him to provide her with heat. He liked to be able to feel her skin against his and heat passing back and forth between their bodies. He never told her this though. Arianna thought they should have moved in together. She hated that three days could go by and she might not even see Danny, not even for an hour or so. She never slept well when Danny was out working on a case. She’d often get up in the middle of the night and clean her apartment or even pop in one of her yoga tapes. She’d stay awake keeping busy until her body was exhausted and she had no other choice but to collapse on top of the bed. She thought that if she and Danny shared an apartment at least she could get a few hours with him every day, even if it was just spent with the two of them sharing a bed. She never suggested this though. His footsteps crunched on the snow-covered sidewalk leading to his apartment building. For most people coming home from work at eleven-thirty would be considered late; but this was the earliest he had come home all week. As he waited for the building’s old elevator to make it to the seventh floor, he rocked back and forth on his heels anxiously. He was excited at the prospect of getting a full night’s rest. This week there had been an unsettling case; a pregnant woman abducted from her home. The team had worked non –stop since Sunday, and now it was Thursday night and they had finally found her. What remained of her, he thought bitterly. He tried to push the images out of his mind as he slid his key into the door and walked into his apartment. Right now, all he wanted to do was undress, and climb into bed with a beautiful woman; preferably a curvaceous woman, with long brown curly hair, amber eyes, and the most beautiful smile in the world. His apartment was dark, and a little cold, he noted. He surveyed his surroundings as best he could in the dark. The simplistic furniture, they crisp white walls that were decorated with black and white photography. He pulled his coat off and hung it in the closet. He made his way, by memory, and without turning on the light, into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and waited for it to heat up while he undressed. He wanted to cleanse himself of the dirt and grime of a hard day on the street. When he could no longer take the hot water pounding against his skin he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He still hadn’t turned on a light. He wondered if it was weird that he could come into his house, hang up his coat, make his way to the bathroom, turn on the shower, bathe, and dry himself without any light. Could the average person do that or was it a skill that he had learned from being an FBI agent who was used to coming home in the middle of the night? He sighed as he thought about his girlfriend. He had almost expected her to be there, in his apartment, waiting up for him. On his way home from work he had let himself imagine coming home, finding her there on the couch, ready for bed but waiting up for him, they’d sit together and she’d ask him how his day went. She’d rub his back, in that comforting way of hers, and he would tell her how painful it was to find that woman, Mrs. Clarke, dead, and in the trunk of her neighbor’s car no less. She would kiss him softly, and tell him it was going to be okay. And then she’d make it okay, she’d take away all the pain and guilt he was feeling. But he shouldn’t have been surprised to find his apartment empty. How could she have known that he would have been home “early” for the first time this week? She’d probably gotten tired of waiting up for him on the couch. He stalked silently into his room and pulled back the covers on the bed. He was just sinking into the comfort of the bed when he heard it. Her soft voice. “Danny?” she asked, her voice was full of sleep, but there was an unmistakable hint of hope in her voice. “Shh, go back to bed baby.” He reached out for her and found her in the center of the bed. When he pressed himself up against her, she moaned softly and scooted back against him. Danny let his hand slide over her hip, under her oversized tee-shirt and onto her belly. She wiggled her hips back against his, making herself comfortable. She’d waited up for him as long as she could but she’d also had a long stressful day and truthfully didn’t expect him to come home until early morning. She’d undressed, pulled on one of his shirts that smelled like him, and crawled into his bed. She sighed softly, almost a light moan, as he pressed his lips to her neck. “I love you Danny.” “I love you too baby.” He kissed her again softly before allowing himself to relax fully against her. |