A/N: So, I realize that it's not exactly Monday anymore... *hangs head in shame* ...but I hope you'll forgive me for being a little late with this second chapter. I thought I had it all ready to go, but then I started re-reading it and it just didn't jive. So I took some extra time to tweak it a bit. Hopefully for the better. *crosses fingers*

Anyways, back to the important stuff: THANK YOU for your lovely reviews! Wow! I can't believe the wonderful feedback I received from you all. Absolutely amazing! I can only hope that part 2 lives up to your expectations. I'm actually kind of nervous now... I hope you like it!

This one picks up right where the previous chapter left off...

After using the facilities, Danny washed his hands. Taking a moment to look at himself in the mirror, he realized that after several nights in a row of very little sleep, he looked exhausted. Not that he was complaining. He grinned as he considered the reason behind his lack of sleep. As he walked back into the bedroom, he realized that in his absence, that particular reason had rolled over and was now occupying his side of the bed.

They had established some ground rules regarding whose side of the bed was whose a few months before, but occasionally he would still find her curled up on his side. She told him it made her feel better when he wasn't around, and he supposed that for the most part that could be the truth. After all, he had been known to steal her pillow from time to time on nights when he was alone. But other times… other times he knew she did it just to irk him. Just because she knew how much it bothered him. Just because she could.

He could see the soft rise and fall of her body as she slept. He couldn't get over it. She was just so beautiful, and he had to pinch himself to make sure that it wasn't all a dream. That he wouldn't wake up one morning to find that his nights with her were only a trick of the mind. She was too good to be true; smart, sassy, drop-dead gorgeous. How did a guy like him get so lucky?

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he tiptoed quietly around the bed, leaning down with the intention to gently move his slumbering girlfriend back over to the other side. But as he bent over the decidedly Lindsay-shaped lump on his bed, he heard a soft giggle and the lump moved, burrowing further down into the mattress.

"You know, for someone who's supposedly sleeping," he chuckled as he sat down on the edge of the bed, "You sure do giggle a lot."

The giggling stopped.

"Danny?" Her voice was slow and sleepy, but she wasn't fooling him. She knew exactly what she was doing. "Baby, are you coming back to bed? I'm cold."

He slid his hand under the edge of the comforter, pulling it down just low enough to reveal the back of her head and her shoulders. "Well, you see, I can't do that," he replied, brushing the hair from the nape of her neck and placing a delicate kiss to the newly exposed skin, "Because someone is sleeping on my side of the bed."

"Oh, am I?"

He rolled his eyes at her feeble attempt to feign innocence. "Montana, come on. Move," he said, giving her shoulder a gentle shove.

"Danny! I'm sleeping!" she moaned. "Leave me alone."

"Okay, I'll leave you alone," he said. "Right after you scoot over and give me back my spot."

"Can't you just sleep over there?" she pleaded. "Just for tonight? I'm so comfy."

"No. Now move."

"You are so mean."

"Baby, come on." He gave her another shove. "Lindsay, I'm really tired. Please move."

"But I don't want to," she whined into his pillow. "Your side is so much better than mine!"

"I know," he agreed. "My side is awesome, which is exactly why I want it back. Now are you going to move yourself, or do I have to do it for you?"

The lump appeared to contemplate his query seriously for a few moments before giving him an answer… one that he had to admit he had been hoping for.

"Not moving," she grunted.

"Alright," he sighed defeatedly, "You asked for it." With that, he crawled onto the bed, flopping down on top of her and eliciting a loud "oomph" from beneath the covers.

"Danny! Ow, Danny, you're squishing me!"

"I am not," he informed her. "I'm not that heavy."

"So says you, Mr. Love-handles," she argued.

"Excuse me?" he scoffed. "What is with you and the love-handles lately? I do not have love-handles."

"You do too," she countered. "You're too fat. Get off me."

"You know, that's not what you were saying a few hours ago when you were begging me to get on top of you... over and over and over and…"

"Well that was then and this is now," she grunted as he reaffirmed his grip on her wiggling body. "I don't know what to tell you. Must have been something you ate. Now move it, Lead Butt."

"You realize that I'm going to remember this conversation the next time you ask me if something you're wearing makes your butt look big, don't you?" He heard her scoff at his suggestion and he couldn't help but smile. "You are such a brat," he chuckled, maintaining his position on top of her. "You know that, right? You drive me crazy."

"You love it," she giggled. "Now get off me and go to sleep, Fatty."

Danny shook his head. He decided to give her one more chance to move and then he was going to have to get a little more creative.

"Baby, please move," he asked sweetly, kissing her shoulder. "Pretty please?" When he got no response from her, he tried again. "Come on, Montana. We made a deal."

"Deals are made to be broken," she declared, the slightest hint of a dare in her voice.

"Alright," he said, heaving a huge sigh. "You have left me no choice. I guess I'm going to have to resort to something a little more drastic." He grinned as Lindsay made an excited little squeaking noise from under the blankets and began to wiggle beneath him. "Just remember… you asked for it."

He took the edge of the blanket in his hands, slowly dragging it down her body. He couldn't help but admire the beautiful lines of her back and the swell of her perfect, firm backside as they were revealed to him.

"Last chance, baby," he murmured in her ear as he settled his body against hers once more, this time without the barrier of the comforter between them. "You gonna move?"

"I… no," she answered, and Danny couldn't help but notice the way her voice trembled with anticipation. He nuzzled his face into the back of her neck, breathing in her light, floral scent. She sighed softly and he slid his hands under her body, cupping her breasts in his palms, flexing his fingers and massaging her.

"Mmm…"

"You like that?" he asked, giving her nipples a tight little pinch.

"Ooooh, Danny…"

Emboldened by the reaction he was getting from her, he let his hands slide down the front of her body. He had her right where he wanted her. "You're being a very bad girl," he growled. "Such a bad, bad girl." He felt her quivering at his touch as he used his hands to search for that sweet spot that he knew so well. Finding it, he moved in for the kill.

"Gah! Danny!" Lindsay squealed. "No! Don't… ah! Don't tickle me!"

"Are you gonna move?"

"No!"

"I'll stop if you give me back my spot."

"No. It's mine now," she informed him between peels of laughter. "You can't have it back!"

"Okay. You asked for it," he said, wiggling his fingers against her hips. He grinned as she continued to writhe and squirm against him, shrieking and laughing as he continued his torturous ministrations.

"Danny! Stop!" she wailed. "Stop! I have to pee!"

"Oh, please. Like I haven't heard that one before," he replied, not letting up.

"No, I really have to pee!" she whined pathetically. "Danny!"

Danny paused. "Really? You really have to pee?"

"Yes," she whimpered. "I really do."

He was pretty sure she was lying; making a desperate, last-ditch attempt to get him to stop tickling her. But there was always the off-chance that she was telling the truth…

"Okay," he said, moving to roll off of her. "Go."

She pushed herself up and turned to face him. The devious little smile on her face leaving him in no doubt that he'd been had.

"Can't believe you fell for it," she crowed in triumph as she launched herself at him, finding his own weak spot and digging in her fingers. "It's the oldest trick in the book!"

"Ah!" he yelped as she proceeded to run her fingers over his sides, pinning him down in the process. "You are such a dirty little liar!" he gasped as waves of laughter overtook him.

She grinned down at him and he had the uncontrollable urge to wipe the smug look right off her face. He leaned up and crashed his lips against hers in a searing kiss, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her flush against his body. Taken by surprise, she loosened her hold on him and he used the opportunity to easily flip them over so that he was once again lying on top of her, a triumphant smile on his face.

"Cheater!" she pouted. "You're not playing fair, Danny!"

"Oh yeah? Cry me a river," he teased as he began peppering her face with little wet kisses. "You are such a bad girl," he murmured against her skin. "I'm gonna have to think of a really good punishment for you."

"How come I have to be punished?" she asked plaintively. "You're the one who won't share."

"I'm more than happy to share, baby," he said, placing a kiss to her jaw. "I'll share everything I have with you. All you have to do is ask."

"Really?" She tilted her head, allowing him greater access to the sensitive skin on her neck, her hands moving to gently caress his back and shoulders. "Then, can I please have your side of the bed?"

"No."

"What?" she sputtered, placing her hands on his chest and trying to shove him off of her. "But you just… you said…"

"It's part of your punishment," he informed her, pulling back and smirking down at her.

"Oh, you are such a… wait. What do you mean part of my punishment?" She cocked her eyebrow at him. "What's the other part?" He grinned wickedly and wiggled his eyebrows at her. "Danny… no! No!" she squealed, trying to twist out of his grasp as he tickled her again. "No! A ha ha! No!"

He absolutely loved moments like this. Moments when they could be so carefree and just let themselves have fun with one another. This was something he'd never had with anyone else. He'd never given himself permission to let anyone in before her. He watched as Lindsay squeezed her eyes closed, her face alight with a bright smile as she giggled and squirmed in his arms. This was what it was all about.

Allowing his thoughts to drift elsewhere, he let his guard down. He didn't even see it coming; not until it was too late. It all seemed to happen in slow motion. He saw Lindsay flail her arms as she tried to escape from his clutches. But before he had a chance to react, she'd caught him right in the eye with her elbow.

"Ow! Jesus!" he shouted, pressing the heel of his hand against his eye. He sat up quickly, but he was unsteady; his captive still wriggling desperately beneath him. Losing his balance, he felt himself falling. He reached out to Lindsay for support, but it was too little, too late, and he toppled off the bed, landing in an awkward heap on the ground and smacking his head hard against the floor. "Oomph… fuck!"

"Oh, my God! Dan? Danny? Are you okay?"

"Shit. Ow," he muttered as he rubbed the back of his head. "That fucking hurts."

He heard movement on the bed and he cracked open the eye that hadn't been victimized by her bony appendage and watched as Lindsay descended from the bed, much more gracefully than he had done. She knelt down beside him and stared at him with a look of genuine concern on her face.

"Baby? You okay?'

"Fine."

"Danny…"

"I'm mad at you."

Lindsay smiled at him and reached out to gently stroke his cheek. "I know."

He glared at her. "You stole my side, Linds," he accused. "You called me fat, and then you beat me up and threw me out of bed."

She bit her lip, trying – with little success – to stifle her giggles. "Well… you kind of threw yourself out of bed, Dan."

"Shut up."

He crossed his arms over his chest, scowling as he turned to look away from her. She bent down, a wide smile on her face as she tried to catch his eye.

"What?" he snapped.

"Did you know…" she began as she moved to lay herself down on top of him, "…that you are absolutely adorable when you're grumpy?"

He snorted his derision. "I am not adorable."

Lindsay giggled, folding her hands over his chest and resting her chin on her hands, gazing at him with eyes full of mischief. "You really are. I'm going to have to find more ways to piss you off… because this is priceless."

"And you say that I'm a jerk," he huffed. "I'm probably going to have a black eye because of you. How am I going to explain that?"

"I dunno," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "You could tell people that you were defending my honour and got in a fight with a guy three times your size… or you could tell them the truth; that your tiny little girlfriend smoked you right in the face while you were trying to smother her."

"I was not…" he began to protest, but stopped when he noticed she had buried her face in his chest and was shuddering with laughter. She let out a ladylike snort as she tried to collect herself and he felt the corners of his mouth quirking upwards. "Wow. Sexy," he chuckled.

She raised her head and beamed at him, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"I'm sorry I hit you in the face, baby," she said.

"And called me fat."

"Danny, you know you're not fat."

"Still hurts," he pouted. "I might have an eating disorder now."

She rolled her eyes at his dramatics. "Well, then I'm sorry I called you fat."

"That's better," he said. "I'm sorry I tried to smother you."

"S'okay," she replied, winking at him. "I kind of enjoyed it."

"I thought as much," he said as he raised his head to steal a kiss. Pulling back, he sighed as he closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around her petite form and pulling her close.

"So… does this mean that I'm forgiven?" Lindsay asked, her voice full of hope.

"I guess so," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "You know I can't stay mad at you."

She pressed a kiss to his chest and reached up to run her fingers through his hair. As her hand pressed against the sore spot on the back of his head, he winced.

"Oh, Danny. Your poor head," she said soothingly. "You want me to kiss it better?"

He sighed dramatically, a wounded and forlorn expression on his face as he nodded his head. Lindsay pushed herself up, craning her neck to place a soft kiss to the top of his head.

"Better?" she asked. He nodded again. "Where else?"

He pointed to his swollen eye and she leaned in again, brushing her lips against his eyelid.

"Anywhere else?"

He pointed to his lips, and she raised an eyebrow at his cheekiness.

"Really? You hit your mouth?"

He stuck out his bottom lip, nodding once more as he gave her the best puppy dog eyes he could manage with his one good eye. She shook her head and giggled, but leaned in toward him nonetheless. The kiss was gentle and sweet, and as she began to pull back, he tangled his fingers in her hair and kissed her again, drawing her tongue into his mouth and sucking lightly on the sensitive tip before deepening their kiss.

As their embrace became more and more heated, he felt her shift above him and she began to slowly slide her body against his, the friction between them igniting sparks deep inside him.

"How about here?" she asked, breaking their kiss and pressing her lips against his neck. "Does it hurt here?" Not waiting for a response from him, she began to trail her mouth down to his shoulder. "And here?"

"Oh, God," he panted as she moved again, her lips winding their way down to his chest.

"And what about here?" she asked, taking his nipple into her mouth.

"Shit, Linds!" he hissed as she bit down on the sensitive nub. "Jesus. No biting!"

She giggled, raising her head from where she had inflicted his latest injury and giving him a flirty little smile.

"Don't be such a baby," she teased as she crawled back up his body, her kisses blazing a path from his chest to his shoulder, then back up his neck.

"Fuck," he breathed as her lips closed around his earlobe. "Christ, Montana. You're killing me."

She pulled back and grinned at him.

"I can tell," she said as she ground her hips against his rapidly growing erection, sending pulses of electricity shooting through his body. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No way," he said, raising his hand and tucking an errant strand of hair behind her ear.

"Didn't think so."

She winked at him and moved so that she was sitting astride his thighs. She reached down and began to stroke him, her small hand gripping tightly to his now throbbing cock. "Lindsay," he panted as he let his own hand drift down between her thighs. Finding her slick and ready for him, he felt himself harden further in her grasp.

She gave him one final squeeze before she swatted his hand from between her legs and slowly lowered herself onto his erection. Resting her hands on his chest, she closed her eyes and let her head fall back as she began to move, rocking her hips against him at an agonizingly slow pace. He moaned, bucking up against her, begging for her to go faster. This was pure torture. He needed more.

"Baby, please," he pleaded. "Please… faster."

She looked down at him, her brown eyes darkened to liquid pools of chocolate as she slowed her pace further, teasing him. Driving him absolutely fucking wild.

"Come on, Linds… please!"

She smiled coyly as she ground her hips in a slow circle against his pelvis. "What's the matter, Danny?" she asked. "Doesn't this feel good?"

"Yes," he panted. "Yes, it feels so good, baby… but... just do it faster."

She thoughtfully contemplated his request for a moment. Then she leaned forward, placing her hands on the floor on either side of his head. "Make me."

She shrieked wildly as he grabbed her, getting to his feet and tossing her onto the bed. She tried to squirm away from him, but he grabbed her by the waist, pushing her back down on the bed as he crawled on top of her. In one smooth movement he thrust into her, deep and hard.

"Oh, God, Danny!" she moaned. "Yes! Oh, yes! Yes!"

She clawed at his back, her legs wrapped tightly around his hips as he dove into her again and again. He captured her lips with his as their bodies moved together. Her soft moans and sighs, paired with the delicious sensation of her soft, smooth body arching against his was overwhelming, and he knew he was perilously close to the edge.

She was so perfect, so tight as he moved within her. He groaned loudly as the first spasms of her orgasm had her pulsating around his cock. He continued his thrusts, savouring the moans of ecstasy from the woman beneath him. She broke their kiss, burying her face in his shoulder as she shuddered around him and he quickly found himself toppling into oblivion right behind her.

"Wow," she whispered in his ear after taking a moment to catch her breath. "I should throw you out of bed more often."

"I'd like to see you try," he shot back. He pulled back and saw that she was grinning up at him. "What?"

"Now can I sleep on your side of the bed?"

"Wow. You just don't give up, do you?" he chuckled. She shook her head and looked at him hopefully.

"Tell you what," he said, kissing her temple. "How about we share my side of the bed, hmm?"

"But I don't want to share!" she whined.

"You really are something else, you know that?" She jutted out her lower lip and he laughed, pinching her chin affectionately between his thumb and forefinger. "Offer to share going once… going twice…"

"Fine," she sighed. "I guess if that's the best you can do..."

"You are such a brat," he said, rubbing his nose against hers before rolling off of her and settling himself in his comfy dent in the mattress. She crawled in next to him and together they snuggled down under the warm blankets. Within minutes they were both asleep, their limbs woven together beneath the covers… on their side of the bed.

So there you have it... in all it's fluffy, silly glory. I hope you got a bit of a giggle out of it... I know I did! I actually started laughing to myself at work today at the sheer ridiculousness of Lindsay calling Danny fat. I think my co-workers are a bit worried about me now, to be honest. (well, if they weren't before...)

I would absolutely love to hear back from you on this one, so please don't be shy! Reviews/comments are most welcome!