A/n wow… I'm stunned at the response to this. I'm very happy that you all got a good laugh from the last chapter. Here is the second and last chapter.

Disclaimer: Nothing recognizable is mine.

A helping hand.

He stood there in the bathroom naked, with the can of condom spray in one hand, and mini Messer in the other. Lindsay began to chuckle, and then to laugh as his face went white, then the color of candy apples at the fair. He dropped the can on the floor and let go of his stubborn cock.

"What are you doing?" She demanded unnecessarily between snorting laughter.

"That's great Montana… laugh it up. This was your idea remember."

He pushed past her and hurried into his bedroom. "I don't recall ever telling you that I wanted to walk in on you getting a little somethin'-somethin' all by yourself. That's not a fantasy I want to indulge." She was still giggling, but at least she was as red-faced as he was.

"You were the one that stuck that can in my pocket at work." He pointed out, pulling on his old terry cloth robe and throwing her a disgusted look. His face was still red but now the color was closer to a mild sun burn.

"Well yeah… but I thought we try it out together. I didn't think you were such a horn dog you had to give it whirl on your own." She sat down on the edge of the bed and toed off her shoes.

"I'm not going to use that stuff with you without a test run first. I don't even know how to take the damn thing off if it does work." He stood across the room from her, leaning against the wall and frowning.

"I'm sorry Danny I just thought we could try it out and…"

"Sure, easy for you to say. You're not the one that has ta put that stuff on." He shot back looking at the floor.

"Hey… I'm the one that has to trust the reliability of that stuff too, you know." She reminded him, and he looked up in surprise. Somehow that thought hadn't occurred to him during his rush to figure out how to use it.

"I'm sorry I wasn't thinkin' straight." She'd taken off her socks and was removing her shirt one button at a time… very slowly.

"I'm sorry Danny. I didn't mean to embarrass you." She got off the bed and went over to where he was holding up the wall.

Her hands went to his shoulders and she kissed him softly, brushing her lips over his. Her breath was minty, and her bra clad upper body pressed into his chest.

She pulled back and whispered. "I noticed you were having trouble with junior. Why don't you let me see what I can do with him?

Her hands close around him and his previously uncooperative cock began to twitch to life under the soft and slow strokes of her hands.

"Fuck… Montana…" He breathed.

"Yeah… I agree. Why don't you fuck Montana?" She said softly. Her mouth found his neck and her tongue made little circles on his skin. Little hairs on his neck stood up, and he groaned when her hands found his "friend" again.

"Baby… ya gotta stop." Her hands continued to slid up and down his painfully hard length. There was something he had to do. What was it? He couldn't remember, his brain was turning to a pleasant, light-headed mush. Then something terrible happened! Lindsay pulled away from him and left the room.

"Montana… what the hell are you trying to do… kill me!" He whined.

She sashayed back into the bedroom, the canister of condom spray in one hand ,and her pink lace bra in the other.

"You didn't forget about this, did you." She waved the can at him as he advanced on her.

"Yeah… I did. How about we just forget about the new toy and get down to business." He asked blandly, but his eyes were twinkling.

"Nope… why don't you lose the robe and make yourself comfortable."

"Montana…"

"Where's your sense of adventure." She grinned and he sighed loudly. His robe hit the floor and he climbed onto his bed and sat back against the headboard.

He smirked at the hot, predatory lust in Lindsay eyes as they traveled up and down his body. "See something you like Linds."

She shook herself and climbed back onto the bed. She leaned over to brush her lips over his mouth. Her bare breasts pressed into his chest. Her tongue was swirling around his mouth and her hand was back to stroking his aching cock.

"Slow down Montana, or we ain't gonna get a chance to see if that stuff works." He groaned, not believing he was actually telling her to stop.

She pulled away with an adorable pout. "Fine… you want to do the honors… or should I?"

"You do it." He grinned.

She shook the can and leaned down, pressing the nozzle on the canister. Danny yelped when the spray hit him.

"You ok Cowboy?"

"Yeah… just tickles that's all." He snorted and she laughed.

"There… I think that's enough. Now the directions said to let it dry for a few moments. What are we going to do in the mean time." She asked coyly, fingering the nipple of one of her breasts.

"Why don't I show you." He responded with a growl.

"Nope… I think I've got a better idea." She wriggled away from his hands and got off the bed. She went to the stereo and added a CD. The Scorpions began to sing "The Rhythm of Love." She began a slow bump and grind routine. Her hands ran over her breasts and he watched the nipples rise and harden under her fingers tips. Her hands slid up and down her bare torso and he groaned.

"I think its dry." He insisted. "Stop teasing me and get over here!"

The zipper of her pants whispered down and she pushed them to the floor. Holy God… she was wearing a pink lace thong. She turned her back on him and swayed back and forth to the music. "Jesus Montana… I'm gonna burst if you don't bring that luscious ass over here."

She giggled and looked at him over her shoulder. "Patience is a virtue Cowboy."

He swore loudly and she laughed. Her thong hit the floor and she turned to climb on the bed. He grabbed her and rolled her over on her back.

"I think it's dry enough." She said grabbing him. He pulled her hand away. "Nope… we're done with games." He informed her.

She gasped when he entered her. "What's your hurry Cowboy…" His mouth covering her's cut off any more protests. He pulled out from her hot wetness, dragging the his tip over her sweet spot.

"God… Danny…"

He grinned down at her and pushed back inside. His mouth found one of her breasts and he flicked his tongue over it.

"Danny…"

"What do you want… cowgirl?" He asked after releasing her nipple.

"Don't stop…" He shifted and began to thrust into her, moving as slowly as he could despite the burning need to pound into her until they both blew apart.

"I know you like that…" He found the other breast and sucked on it. The condom spray and its efficacy was forgotten in his primal need to have her.

Her hands were dragging painfully through his hair, and her mouth had found the one spot on his neck that could stop all rational thought. He never understood why wolves, or hawks, or even some humans could mate for life, till she walked into his life. He was her missing half and she was his. His body and his heart knew it, and so did his brain. He shouldn't have tried this without her.

He listened to the dictates of his heart and his body by picking up the pace. "God… Montana you feel so good." His hands roamed over her upper body while his tongue left her breast and found a specific spot just under her collar bone.

She tightened painfully around him, and his heart rejoiced at her panting breath on his shoulder and her small cries that turned to wails as she crested and peaked.

"Danny…"

He thrust twice more into her warm wet core, and then it was over in a bright surge of blinding pleasure. He lay breathing heavily into the spot between her heaving breasts. He pulled out of her and shifted off her small body. He turned over his back and pulled her over with him.

"That was some science experiment!" He commented when his breath had slowed enough to allow him to talk.

Lindsay kissed his sweaty forehead and laughed. "Yeah… I'd say that was one of my more brilliant ideas."

"Hey… you only gave me the stuff.. I decided to use it." He pointed out.

Then a look of utmost horror crossed his face. "Oh fuck… what if it broke, or I can't take it off or -"

Lindsay put a finger to his lips. "Stop panicking and take a look." She said logically, trying not to laugh at him.

She pulled away from him and he looked down very carefully. "Well… what do you know… it didn't break. Thank God for that!" He jumped up and got off the bed. He strode naked out of the bedroom.

"Where are you going?" She called after him, while crawling under the covers.

"I'm taking this thing off and getting rid of it." His voice came from the bathroom down the hall. She hoped it came off without a problem. He was going to be pissed if they had to go to the emergency room. She listened and no sounds came from the bathroom.

"Danny… you okay in there?" There was no response. Was he okay?

"Danny… answer me, you're scaring me."

"Relax Montana… I'm fine." He strolled back into the bedroom with a bottle of wine, two glasses, a notebook and a pen.

"Jackass…" She muttered and he grinned. "What are you doing with the pen and paper?"

He climbed back into bed with her and poured wine into the glasses. "It's simple. The experiment was a success, and as you know a good scientist must record their findings."

"Very funny…. does this mean you're going to keep using the condom spray."

"Hell no… too much stress. I'm going back to the old fashioned kind." He waggled his eyebrows and said. "Come on… a good experiment needs a control. What do you say to round two?"