Crush
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Category:
1 through F › CSI: New York
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
6,242
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own CSI: New York, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Crush 2
Part 2
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“Hey Danny!”
Said Danny turned when he heard someone call out his name, well not just someone, a certain someone who was quickly crossing the hall to him on long, long, gorgeous legs. Danny snapped too just as he reached him.
“Hey, Flack what’s up?”
“Stella asked me to give you this note,” Flack said, handing him a piece of folded paper with Stella’s signature handwriting on the front. He opened it immediately, though it was kinda weird that Stella was sending him notes like a school girl.
Danny,
You’d be on the bottom! Have fun! You can thank me later.
Stella
Danny turned bright red, causing Flack to raise an eyebrow.
“Hey Danny you alright?” he asked and all Danny could do was nodded his head franticly, Flack frowned. “What dose the note say?” Danny panicked.
Stella would have known he’d turn red and thus Flack would be curious and goddamn that woman for being so smart!
“Nooootttthhhhiiinnnnggg,” Danny hedged.
Flack’s frown deepened.
And Danny noted in the back of his mind that the hall was empty and Flack looked HOT when he frowned.
He stepped back as Flack reached for the note. “Hey!”
“Danny,” Flack said sternly, his curiosity was killing him so he reached for the note again, even if it technically wasn’t any of his business. “Let me see the note.”
“No!” Danny didn’t seem to realize that it was pointless to fight the detective, but he learned quickly.
Flack wrapped his body around the slimmer, smaller CSI and pinned one of his arms to his side and easily got the note out of his other hand.
Danny struggled, it was useless, but it felt very, very good.
“Oof, hold still a sec,” Flack muttered and read the note, Danny sighed and gave up when Flack’s eyes widened. He went limp, which didn’t seem to surprise the detective who simply fixed his hold to support him. A moment later, he released him and handed back the note.
“Interesting,” he grunted, Danny closed his eyes and tried to calm his body down and make his, lately permanent, blush disappear.
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“Hey Danny!”
Said Danny turned when he heard someone call out his name, well not just someone, a certain someone who was quickly crossing the hall to him on long, long, gorgeous legs. Danny snapped too just as he reached him.
“Hey, Flack what’s up?”
“Stella asked me to give you this note,” Flack said, handing him a piece of folded paper with Stella’s signature handwriting on the front. He opened it immediately, though it was kinda weird that Stella was sending him notes like a school girl.
Danny,
You’d be on the bottom! Have fun! You can thank me later.
Stella
Danny turned bright red, causing Flack to raise an eyebrow.
“Hey Danny you alright?” he asked and all Danny could do was nodded his head franticly, Flack frowned. “What dose the note say?” Danny panicked.
Stella would have known he’d turn red and thus Flack would be curious and goddamn that woman for being so smart!
“Nooootttthhhhiiinnnnggg,” Danny hedged.
Flack’s frown deepened.
And Danny noted in the back of his mind that the hall was empty and Flack looked HOT when he frowned.
He stepped back as Flack reached for the note. “Hey!”
“Danny,” Flack said sternly, his curiosity was killing him so he reached for the note again, even if it technically wasn’t any of his business. “Let me see the note.”
“No!” Danny didn’t seem to realize that it was pointless to fight the detective, but he learned quickly.
Flack wrapped his body around the slimmer, smaller CSI and pinned one of his arms to his side and easily got the note out of his other hand.
Danny struggled, it was useless, but it felt very, very good.
“Oof, hold still a sec,” Flack muttered and read the note, Danny sighed and gave up when Flack’s eyes widened. He went limp, which didn’t seem to surprise the detective who simply fixed his hold to support him. A moment later, he released him and handed back the note.
“Interesting,” he grunted, Danny closed his eyes and tried to calm his body down and make his, lately permanent, blush disappear.
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…diwedd…