Author's Note: Plot? What plot? Who needs plot when you have fluff and smut? It's a fluffer-smutter. Flut, perhaps? At any rate, this is really just a vehicle for my own, indecent fantasies and in no way related to reality (or what could be construed as "reality" in the CSI: NY universe).

Chapter One

Lindsay gasped as she felt the hardness of the wall against her back. Closing her eyes, she deepened the kiss, opening her mouth and letting her tongue explore the lips that were so expertly working against her own. She gasped again as the hands that had gripped her waist worked their way under her sweater.

"Mmm… please…" she whimpered before returning to the kiss that had her on the edge of losing all control.

"Please, what?" panted a deep male voice, husky with lust. Not waiting for an answer, he pulled her sweater over her head and tossed it behind him on the floor.

Lindsay grabbed the back of his head and kissed him again, hard and deep enough to take his breath away, completely. Pulling her arms tight around the back of his neck, she rose slightly up the wall and wrapped her legs around his waist. He growled his pleasure and immediately pressed his hardness into her, causing a squeal of pleasure to escape her throat.

"Ohhh, god yes…" she gasped, letting her lips leave his for the smallest of moments before attacking them again.

He chuckled slightly into her mouth before pulling back a fraction of an inch. "Not God, no, mmmph!" he didn't have a chance to finish his sentence because she'd latched her lips back onto his again and the way she was moving her hips made him forget his thought, entirely.

Strong hands inched up over her ribcage before finally palming her breasts and massaging them in the most delightful way. He squeezed her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, delighting in the whimpers that caused and repeating the maneuver again… and again.

"Please…" she panted. "Oh god, please…"

"That's really not my n… mmmph!"

Her bra joined her sweater on the floor of her apartment and was soon peppered with the buttons of his shirt as she ripped it open across his chest. He smiled, bemused, for a moment, but she just kissed him again, snaking her tongue against his in ways that drove him crazy. Quickly shedding the destroyed garment, he let one of his hands move back to her now-bared breasts while the other squeezed high on her thigh and started to move inwards.

Both of them were breathing heavy, hearts beating faster than if they'd run the NYC Marathon. Their moans and gasps came closer and closer together as hands roamed over newly-exposed flesh.

Lindsay dropped her legs to the ground long enough to shed her trousers and his, but immediately brought them up again to regain that wonderful contact between his cock and her clit. Grinding her hips against his, she dragged her nails down his wonderful back and grabbed his ass, pulling him even harder against her.

His hand finally finished its trek up her thigh and now pressed against her pussy through her panties. Her breath left her entirely as he gently rubbed clit in ways that made all higher level functions of her brain completely cease. Her back arched, pressing her breast further into his other hand, and her brown eyes opened wide and stared into his blue ones.

Her breath came back with a gasp and a moan as her fingers clenched tight on his biceps. His lips moved to the slopes of her breasts as her eyes rolled back into her skull.

"Ohhh god, yesss…" she groaned as one of his fingers slid under the hem of her panties and stroked along the wetness of her slit.

His head rose up from her heaving chest and he looked right into her eyes as his finger was joined by a second one, both of them mercilessly teasing her but not quite giving her satisfaction.

"Please…" she whimpered, biting her lip. "Please, god, do it…"

"My name ain't god," he grinned, determinedly, his fingers bringing her ever closer yet never quite to the edge.

"Please…" she whispered, begging with her tone and with her eyes.

"What's my name?" he whispered back, his fingers sliding oh so slowly into her and curling upwards.

"Please!" she cried, her grip on his arms leaving marks in his flesh.

"My name!" he growled, moving his fingers inside her.

"Oh, god… DANNY!" she shouted, throwing back her head, and he pressed his thumb against her clit as he added a third finger against her g-spot, and then the world exploded with lights and bells.

BING BONG BING BONG

Lindsay rolled over and swatted at her cell phone to make it shut up and turn off the light. Oh god, not again. She groaned, burying her face in the crook of her arm and rolling on to her stomach.

This was the second time this week that she'd had a sex dream about her coworker, and she didn't know how much longer she could avoid him without him calling her on it.

Please just put me on a case with Hawkes or Stella? Please?

An hour and a half later she was at work and looking at the assignment sheet for the day.

TAYLOR/BONASERA – suspicious circs, Lower East Side

HAWKES – robbery, Midtown

MESSER/MONROE – murder, Central Park

Well, isn't that just perfect?