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kathierif_ficTitle: Nighttime Visitor
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true, blah.
Rating: FRM
Pairing: Don Flack/Jessica Angell, Don Flack/Danny Messer
Summary: It was late at night, and someone was in his apartment.
Warnings: het, slash, au
Word Count: 1297
A/Ns: written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
au_bingo, prompt Fantasy & Supernatural: Sword and Sorcery - my sorcery is shapeshifters :)
It was late at night, the bedroom dark and filled with whispering shadows as Don opened his eyes, his ears straining to pick up the smallest rustling sound that had woken him up.
Someone was in his apartment.
He could hear them moving around, the clink of a glass being taken from a cabinet, the sound of water running, the glass carefully being placed in his sink.
Thirsty robber, Don thought and slowly stretched toward his bedside table, to where his gun and cellphone were. His fingers brushed against the edge of cool plastic, against the metal of his cuffs, but before he could grab anything, the door was pushed open.
Don tensed and barely dared to move when suddenly, a wave of perfume swept over him, a perfume that was so subtle and yet, so familiar it made his heart ache and his stomach roll wildly.
He opend his mouth, to say something, but no sound escaped him.
The mattress dipped as his late-night-visitor kneeled down onto its edge and started crawling toward him, the smell that had captivated him earlier now surrounding him and keeping him in place.
“Don…” she whispered, just the way he remembered her, her voice soft and playful, her hair brushing against his bare chest as she crawled up his body and settling on top of him. “Hey, Don, you awake?”
He made a sound at the back of his throat, a choked, strangled sound that made her laugh softly, and she settled more firmly against him and leaned up to kiss him, her lips warm and full, her tongue playful against his and her fingers gentle as they brushed through his short, dark hair.
“Jess…” The name escaped him in a soft whisper, a sigh, and she hummed against his lips.
He knew that sound, knew it so well that it made his heart ache just a little more, and he reached out with both hands, one tangling in her hair, the other running down the length of her spine.
She was naked, he realized, the only thing separating them the thin sheet, and his body reacted to the close proximity of a naked body and started to stir.
She laughed again, and it was exactly the same teasing, playful laugh she had when she was goading him into doing something crazy and insane, like cuffing him to his own bed with his own cuffs. He’d had bruises for days from that, but he had quickly forgiven her when she’d lifted his wrist to her mouth and had kissed the dark red, angry welts.
“Jess…” he groaned again, but she placed a finger against his lips and followed it with her own mouth.
“Shh,” she whispered. “Don’t talk, Donnie…” She moved against him, brushing against the hardness of his dick, and swallowed the moan he couldn’t hold back.
“Trust me.”
She peeled back the sheet, exposing him to the cool night air, and settled over him again, her skin soft against his. Her hands, slender and small compared to his, ran along his chest, her blunt nails scratching gently across his nipples, as she kissed him again.
She tasted familiar, sweet and spicy, as if she’d shared his favorite chines take-out with him the evening before, stealing kisses between bites of food and he let her kiss him and her tongue push deep into his mouth while his hands moved to cup her breasts and stroked down her stomach.
She arched into his touch, let him touch her and stroke her and feel her against his fingers and when she took a hold of his erection and slowly took him into her, he could just close his eyes tightly and gasp. She was hot and tight and perfect, setting a slow rhythm with her hips while keeping her mouth on his, and Don set his hands on her hips to support her and let his head fall back into his pillow.
“Don,” she gasped. He could feel her clench around him, arousal spiraling higher and higher until he came deep in her, muscles twitching and straining and teeth bared while his eyes remained shut tight.
“Donnie,” she whispered and stretched out alongside him, her head tucked perfectly under his chin, and he kissed the perfume of her hair as sleep and the unanswered questions in his mind tugged at him.
She pressed a kiss against his chest. “I love you,” she whispered, and, “Happy anniversary, Don.”
“Love you too,” he answered, his voice rough and choked, his eyes wet under his still tightly closed lids.
“Go to sleep now,” she whispered, and he did, the questions in his mind unasked, unanswered and almost forgotten.
~*+*~
Don slowly woke, his head pounding with a terrible headache and his body aching. Sunlight filtered in through the half-closed blinds, and he groaned and rolled to his side, away from the light and the stabbing pain it brought.
He didn’t know how long he remained like that before he felt brave enough to open his eyes slowly.
Danny was kneeling next to his bed and was watching him carefully.
Don grimaced.
“Morning.”
“Morning,” Danny replied and handed him a glass of water and a pill. “Take that, you probably need it.”
Don groaned and slowly sat up. The sheet was wrapped tightly around his lower body and his legs, and the spot next to him was still warm.
The memory of the night before came back in a rush, and he groaned again before swallowing the painkiller Danny was still offering him and drinking the water in small sips.
“You okay?” he then asked.
Danny shrugged and grinned as he crawled back into the bed and pulled Don comfortably against his side.
“I’m good,” he said. “How about you?” His touch was gentle as he brushed his fingertips over the scratches he’d left the night before. “It wasn’t too much, was it?”
Don shook his head. “I knew it wasn’t her,” he said with a small, sad smile. “I knew it was you.”
Danny laughed. “What gave me away?” he asked curiously and ran his fingers through Don’s hair, the way he’d done it the night before, when he’d worn another body.
“I know you,” Don replied after a moment.
Danny thought about it.
“So…” he said, “…next time, you won’t freak out and do something stupid if I changeshift back, roll you over and fuck you?” He grinned softly. “You looked so good, Don, I wanted to fuck you so badly, but…” he shrugged. “What can you do when you’re a woman and have no dick?”
Don chuckled weakly. “Messer, you’re crazy,” he stated. “But if you changeshift into Mac while fucking me, I’m gonna get that sword, you hear me?”
Danny grimaced uncomfortably. Beheading was the only certain way to kill a shapeshifter like him, and there were moments he regretted telling Don about it, but he understood Don’s reluctance to let Danny shift into People they knew and worked with. Letting him get away with Jess Angell was special, and Danny knew it and knew not to push it.
“I know, it’s a betrayal of trust,” he said. “I won’t do it.”
Don smiled and closed his eyes again. “Good,” he murmured. “Hey, Dan?”
“Hmmm?”
“I meant what I said,” Don said, already half-asleep again. “Love you.”
Danny smiled.
“I love you too,” he whispered.
In the end, he thought as he closed his own eyes, it didn’t matter what he looked like – Jess, Mac, Danny – on the inside, in his heart, his feelings didn’t change or shift like his body did. Unlike his body, they remained the way they were, and not even the threat of a sword could make them go away.
Don was stuck with him.
For good.
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true, blah.
Rating: FRM
Pairing: Don Flack/Jessica Angell, Don Flack/Danny Messer
Summary: It was late at night, and someone was in his apartment.
Warnings: het, slash, au
Word Count: 1297
A/Ns: written for
au_bingo, prompt Fantasy & Supernatural: Sword and Sorcery - my sorcery is shapeshifters :)It was late at night, the bedroom dark and filled with whispering shadows as Don opened his eyes, his ears straining to pick up the smallest rustling sound that had woken him up.
Someone was in his apartment.
He could hear them moving around, the clink of a glass being taken from a cabinet, the sound of water running, the glass carefully being placed in his sink.
Thirsty robber, Don thought and slowly stretched toward his bedside table, to where his gun and cellphone were. His fingers brushed against the edge of cool plastic, against the metal of his cuffs, but before he could grab anything, the door was pushed open.
Don tensed and barely dared to move when suddenly, a wave of perfume swept over him, a perfume that was so subtle and yet, so familiar it made his heart ache and his stomach roll wildly.
He opend his mouth, to say something, but no sound escaped him.
The mattress dipped as his late-night-visitor kneeled down onto its edge and started crawling toward him, the smell that had captivated him earlier now surrounding him and keeping him in place.
“Don…” she whispered, just the way he remembered her, her voice soft and playful, her hair brushing against his bare chest as she crawled up his body and settling on top of him. “Hey, Don, you awake?”
He made a sound at the back of his throat, a choked, strangled sound that made her laugh softly, and she settled more firmly against him and leaned up to kiss him, her lips warm and full, her tongue playful against his and her fingers gentle as they brushed through his short, dark hair.
“Jess…” The name escaped him in a soft whisper, a sigh, and she hummed against his lips.
He knew that sound, knew it so well that it made his heart ache just a little more, and he reached out with both hands, one tangling in her hair, the other running down the length of her spine.
She was naked, he realized, the only thing separating them the thin sheet, and his body reacted to the close proximity of a naked body and started to stir.
She laughed again, and it was exactly the same teasing, playful laugh she had when she was goading him into doing something crazy and insane, like cuffing him to his own bed with his own cuffs. He’d had bruises for days from that, but he had quickly forgiven her when she’d lifted his wrist to her mouth and had kissed the dark red, angry welts.
“Jess…” he groaned again, but she placed a finger against his lips and followed it with her own mouth.
“Shh,” she whispered. “Don’t talk, Donnie…” She moved against him, brushing against the hardness of his dick, and swallowed the moan he couldn’t hold back.
“Trust me.”
She peeled back the sheet, exposing him to the cool night air, and settled over him again, her skin soft against his. Her hands, slender and small compared to his, ran along his chest, her blunt nails scratching gently across his nipples, as she kissed him again.
She tasted familiar, sweet and spicy, as if she’d shared his favorite chines take-out with him the evening before, stealing kisses between bites of food and he let her kiss him and her tongue push deep into his mouth while his hands moved to cup her breasts and stroked down her stomach.
She arched into his touch, let him touch her and stroke her and feel her against his fingers and when she took a hold of his erection and slowly took him into her, he could just close his eyes tightly and gasp. She was hot and tight and perfect, setting a slow rhythm with her hips while keeping her mouth on his, and Don set his hands on her hips to support her and let his head fall back into his pillow.
“Don,” she gasped. He could feel her clench around him, arousal spiraling higher and higher until he came deep in her, muscles twitching and straining and teeth bared while his eyes remained shut tight.
“Donnie,” she whispered and stretched out alongside him, her head tucked perfectly under his chin, and he kissed the perfume of her hair as sleep and the unanswered questions in his mind tugged at him.
She pressed a kiss against his chest. “I love you,” she whispered, and, “Happy anniversary, Don.”
“Love you too,” he answered, his voice rough and choked, his eyes wet under his still tightly closed lids.
“Go to sleep now,” she whispered, and he did, the questions in his mind unasked, unanswered and almost forgotten.
~*+*~
Don slowly woke, his head pounding with a terrible headache and his body aching. Sunlight filtered in through the half-closed blinds, and he groaned and rolled to his side, away from the light and the stabbing pain it brought.
He didn’t know how long he remained like that before he felt brave enough to open his eyes slowly.
Danny was kneeling next to his bed and was watching him carefully.
Don grimaced.
“Morning.”
“Morning,” Danny replied and handed him a glass of water and a pill. “Take that, you probably need it.”
Don groaned and slowly sat up. The sheet was wrapped tightly around his lower body and his legs, and the spot next to him was still warm.
The memory of the night before came back in a rush, and he groaned again before swallowing the painkiller Danny was still offering him and drinking the water in small sips.
“You okay?” he then asked.
Danny shrugged and grinned as he crawled back into the bed and pulled Don comfortably against his side.
“I’m good,” he said. “How about you?” His touch was gentle as he brushed his fingertips over the scratches he’d left the night before. “It wasn’t too much, was it?”
Don shook his head. “I knew it wasn’t her,” he said with a small, sad smile. “I knew it was you.”
Danny laughed. “What gave me away?” he asked curiously and ran his fingers through Don’s hair, the way he’d done it the night before, when he’d worn another body.
“I know you,” Don replied after a moment.
Danny thought about it.
“So…” he said, “…next time, you won’t freak out and do something stupid if I changeshift back, roll you over and fuck you?” He grinned softly. “You looked so good, Don, I wanted to fuck you so badly, but…” he shrugged. “What can you do when you’re a woman and have no dick?”
Don chuckled weakly. “Messer, you’re crazy,” he stated. “But if you changeshift into Mac while fucking me, I’m gonna get that sword, you hear me?”
Danny grimaced uncomfortably. Beheading was the only certain way to kill a shapeshifter like him, and there were moments he regretted telling Don about it, but he understood Don’s reluctance to let Danny shift into People they knew and worked with. Letting him get away with Jess Angell was special, and Danny knew it and knew not to push it.
“I know, it’s a betrayal of trust,” he said. “I won’t do it.”
Don smiled and closed his eyes again. “Good,” he murmured. “Hey, Dan?”
“Hmmm?”
“I meant what I said,” Don said, already half-asleep again. “Love you.”
Danny smiled.
“I love you too,” he whispered.
In the end, he thought as he closed his own eyes, it didn’t matter what he looked like – Jess, Mac, Danny – on the inside, in his heart, his feelings didn’t change or shift like his body did. Unlike his body, they remained the way they were, and not even the threat of a sword could make them go away.
Don was stuck with him.
For good.