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kathierif_ficTitle: Hand In Hand
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Lindsay Monroe/Danny Messer, Lindsay Monroe/Danny Messer/Don Flack
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be and never were.
Word Count: 1,157 words
Summary: Lindsay was never able to wrap her hands around Danny’s wrists like she wanted to.
Author’s Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
kink_bingo, prompt: Bondage (Held Down).
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Lindsay’s hands were small, and she was never able to wrap them completely around Danny’s wrists like she wanted to. There was always a bit missing, an inch or so, no matter how hard she squeezed his wrists.
However, she never suggested using handcuffs on him. On some level, she knew that Danny would freak out – he was too independent, too stubborn, too scared to trust someone to tie him up. Lindsay knew about Tanglewood, of course, so she wasn’t surprised about Danny’s sense of independence.
She didn’t need cuffs. Her hands were sufficient.
She liked being on top, feeling Danny deep inside of her and leaning over him, their stomachs touching and her breasts almost brushing against his pecs, while their breath came in short gasps and arousal curled deep in her stomach. She liked the illusion of control this position gave her, the way she was able to act and not just react to Danny’s touches.
And sometimes she stretched out, her body arched high over Danny’s body, her fingers reaching out for Danny’s wrists, and she pinned them to the bed next to his head, feeling the gentle beat of his pulse under her grip and tried to use her strength and her police training to hold him down and keep him pinned.
It never worked for a long time. Danny was too strong, and when orgasm overwhelmed her, she always found her grip easing as she was collapsing on top of him, the sound of his heartbeat echoing through her and their breathing patterns aligned, as if they were two parts of a whole – when their skin stuck together with sweat, she sometimes allowed herself the illusion of that being the case, that they belonged together, and that she’d finally found someone who belonged with her and who would never leave her.
Something she would never let go.
Her fingers curling around his strong wrists, feeling the bones shift with every twitch of his fingers, with every bit of pressure she applied, the hair on the back of his wrist rubbing against the arch of skin between her thumb and finger when she stretched his arms out besides them, or the soft skin of the inside of his wrist pressed against that very same spot of her body when his arms are bent and rest next to his head or above it sent shivers of arousal through her entire frame, made her push back against his dick, hard and heavy inside her, so much more.
Sometimes, when she pulled back and collapsed on top of him, the skin around his wrists was pale or reddened, and while he wrapped one hand into her hair to hold her close, she traced the marks on him with gentle fingertips.
However, she was never able to wrap her hand completely around his wrist and just hold him down.
And now, this – she swallowed as her head fell back and her thighs worked to push her off his dick until just the tip remained in her and then let herself fall back down, her fingers scratching down his chest and leaving red lines, his muscles twitching and shuddering under her rough caress – there was no way Danny could pull away from this grip, and he didn’t exactly look like he wanted to. His face was flushed and turned upwards, his mouth half-open and his eyes were almost closed, but still, they would never close completely. Strong hands were holding his, but unlike Lindsay’s preferred grip, they weren’t circling his wrists. Instead their fingers were entangled, like a handshake, only so much more intimate.
Lindsay’s eyes travelled up Danny’s arms, over bulging muscles and soft skin, to the sharp angle of his elbow and above that, the wrist, before following the connection formed by two hands and running his eyes up the pale arm, well-muscled, even if it didn’t look like it was as much as Danny’s. She let her eyes wander over the hint of the broad chest she could see, the dark hair peeking out from the undershirt the other man hadn’t taken off, even if he was naked otherwise.
It didn’t matter how drunk they got Don, he would always refuse to take off his shirt, she thought randomly and grinned sharply.
It didn’t matter.
None of them were exactly sober, she thought while letting Danny push deep into her once more. Don and Danny were kissing, just the hint of tongue visible every now and then when they turned their heads slightly, and Don had his hands wrapped around Danny’s, holding him down.
Giving Lindsay the control.
She groaned and raked her nails over his chest again. They’d sucked off Don together, earlier, leaning against the pool table in Danny’s apartment, the same pool table they were on right now, trading kisses over the head of his erection, licking and sucking until he’d come with an almost surprised shout. Don was leaning over the edge, holding Danny and kissing him as if his life depended on it, even if he wasn’t feeling the sharp lust and arousal anymore that had driven him to flex his hips to get his cock closer to both their mouths just a short time before.
And now, it was her turn. She groaned when Danny twisted underneath her, but, unlike all the times when it was just the two of them, he couldn’t escape, couldn’t use his hands to alter her pace, could only lie there and take it.
It was such a rush.
She moaned again and locked her eyes on the display in front of her, the kiss, while tightening her muscles around Danny as she slid down on him again. His moan was muffled by Don’s tongue, but it was definitely there, and Lindsay repeated the move until the tingle in her stomach forced her to pick up speed, bringing her closer to completion.
Danny twitched and froze with a grunt, his hips flexing slightly, undulating in her, and Lindsay whimpered as she slammed down on him, her muscles contracting around Danny and her back arching sharply as orgasm washed through her body, leaving her weak and with shaking hands and knees.
Don released Danny’s hands and straightened. He offered Lindsay a hand and a lopsided smile, and impulsively, she reached up, wrapped both arms around his neck and pulled him down into a kiss, her breasts, tender and sensitive, rubbing against the cotton of his shirt. Her hands slipped down his arms, and finally found his wrists.
She tried to circle them, but there was just an inch missing, but it didn’t matter. Don could hold Danny for her, and Danny, who was now standing and pressed himself against her back, his lips wandering along her shoulder, could hold Don, and together, they could form a perfect circle.
“Another game?” she asked and reached for the pool cue again. “Winner gets in the middle, again?”
~End.
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Lindsay Monroe/Danny Messer, Lindsay Monroe/Danny Messer/Don Flack
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be and never were.
Word Count: 1,157 words
Summary: Lindsay was never able to wrap her hands around Danny’s wrists like she wanted to.
Author’s Notes: For
kink_bingo, prompt: Bondage (Held Down).~*+*~
Lindsay’s hands were small, and she was never able to wrap them completely around Danny’s wrists like she wanted to. There was always a bit missing, an inch or so, no matter how hard she squeezed his wrists.
However, she never suggested using handcuffs on him. On some level, she knew that Danny would freak out – he was too independent, too stubborn, too scared to trust someone to tie him up. Lindsay knew about Tanglewood, of course, so she wasn’t surprised about Danny’s sense of independence.
She didn’t need cuffs. Her hands were sufficient.
She liked being on top, feeling Danny deep inside of her and leaning over him, their stomachs touching and her breasts almost brushing against his pecs, while their breath came in short gasps and arousal curled deep in her stomach. She liked the illusion of control this position gave her, the way she was able to act and not just react to Danny’s touches.
And sometimes she stretched out, her body arched high over Danny’s body, her fingers reaching out for Danny’s wrists, and she pinned them to the bed next to his head, feeling the gentle beat of his pulse under her grip and tried to use her strength and her police training to hold him down and keep him pinned.
It never worked for a long time. Danny was too strong, and when orgasm overwhelmed her, she always found her grip easing as she was collapsing on top of him, the sound of his heartbeat echoing through her and their breathing patterns aligned, as if they were two parts of a whole – when their skin stuck together with sweat, she sometimes allowed herself the illusion of that being the case, that they belonged together, and that she’d finally found someone who belonged with her and who would never leave her.
Something she would never let go.
Her fingers curling around his strong wrists, feeling the bones shift with every twitch of his fingers, with every bit of pressure she applied, the hair on the back of his wrist rubbing against the arch of skin between her thumb and finger when she stretched his arms out besides them, or the soft skin of the inside of his wrist pressed against that very same spot of her body when his arms are bent and rest next to his head or above it sent shivers of arousal through her entire frame, made her push back against his dick, hard and heavy inside her, so much more.
Sometimes, when she pulled back and collapsed on top of him, the skin around his wrists was pale or reddened, and while he wrapped one hand into her hair to hold her close, she traced the marks on him with gentle fingertips.
However, she was never able to wrap her hand completely around his wrist and just hold him down.
And now, this – she swallowed as her head fell back and her thighs worked to push her off his dick until just the tip remained in her and then let herself fall back down, her fingers scratching down his chest and leaving red lines, his muscles twitching and shuddering under her rough caress – there was no way Danny could pull away from this grip, and he didn’t exactly look like he wanted to. His face was flushed and turned upwards, his mouth half-open and his eyes were almost closed, but still, they would never close completely. Strong hands were holding his, but unlike Lindsay’s preferred grip, they weren’t circling his wrists. Instead their fingers were entangled, like a handshake, only so much more intimate.
Lindsay’s eyes travelled up Danny’s arms, over bulging muscles and soft skin, to the sharp angle of his elbow and above that, the wrist, before following the connection formed by two hands and running his eyes up the pale arm, well-muscled, even if it didn’t look like it was as much as Danny’s. She let her eyes wander over the hint of the broad chest she could see, the dark hair peeking out from the undershirt the other man hadn’t taken off, even if he was naked otherwise.
It didn’t matter how drunk they got Don, he would always refuse to take off his shirt, she thought randomly and grinned sharply.
It didn’t matter.
None of them were exactly sober, she thought while letting Danny push deep into her once more. Don and Danny were kissing, just the hint of tongue visible every now and then when they turned their heads slightly, and Don had his hands wrapped around Danny’s, holding him down.
Giving Lindsay the control.
She groaned and raked her nails over his chest again. They’d sucked off Don together, earlier, leaning against the pool table in Danny’s apartment, the same pool table they were on right now, trading kisses over the head of his erection, licking and sucking until he’d come with an almost surprised shout. Don was leaning over the edge, holding Danny and kissing him as if his life depended on it, even if he wasn’t feeling the sharp lust and arousal anymore that had driven him to flex his hips to get his cock closer to both their mouths just a short time before.
And now, it was her turn. She groaned when Danny twisted underneath her, but, unlike all the times when it was just the two of them, he couldn’t escape, couldn’t use his hands to alter her pace, could only lie there and take it.
It was such a rush.
She moaned again and locked her eyes on the display in front of her, the kiss, while tightening her muscles around Danny as she slid down on him again. His moan was muffled by Don’s tongue, but it was definitely there, and Lindsay repeated the move until the tingle in her stomach forced her to pick up speed, bringing her closer to completion.
Danny twitched and froze with a grunt, his hips flexing slightly, undulating in her, and Lindsay whimpered as she slammed down on him, her muscles contracting around Danny and her back arching sharply as orgasm washed through her body, leaving her weak and with shaking hands and knees.
Don released Danny’s hands and straightened. He offered Lindsay a hand and a lopsided smile, and impulsively, she reached up, wrapped both arms around his neck and pulled him down into a kiss, her breasts, tender and sensitive, rubbing against the cotton of his shirt. Her hands slipped down his arms, and finally found his wrists.
She tried to circle them, but there was just an inch missing, but it didn’t matter. Don could hold Danny for her, and Danny, who was now standing and pressed himself against her back, his lips wandering along her shoulder, could hold Don, and together, they could form a perfect circle.
“Another game?” she asked and reached for the pool cue again. “Winner gets in the middle, again?”
~End.