in from her hips, fingers trailing roughly over her thighs. Amelia whimpered, the sensation had sent what felt like a shock straight to her clit. It spread through her, filled her with a need she'd long forgotten. Danny bit down on her bottom lip, held on and tugged. She gasped and then cried out as his calloused finger tip found her clit.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” Amelia tore her mouth from his, threw her head back and got a good grip on his shoulders. “Right there. Oh. Oh.” The strength of the orgasm took her breath away. She was slowly coming down from the rush when Danny sat up. Her legs slipped around him, and then he was inside of her.
They both remained still for a moment and then he began to move. Amelia had expected hard deep thrusts. He was as deep in her as he could be, but his movements were slow and gentle. His mouth found hers and she gave control over to him willingly.
Pleasure built inside of her, grew higher and higher. Amelia made no attempt to quiet the cries spilling from her lips as she held on tight to him. “Harder.” She panted out the word, so close to the edge that she couldn't catch her breath.
Danny grunted and tightened his grip on her hips. He moved her body up and down his length. Amelia released her grip on him and leaned back. She braced her hands on his thighs, the move exposing her sensitive clit to the cool air above the warm water.
Amelia looked down at Danny, watched him watching her, and the look on his face was enough to send her screaming over the edge. Her body was still trembling when he sat all the way up. “Danny!” Amelia could barely hold on to him as his thrusts sped up.
He came buried as deep inside of her as he could go. Amelia pressed herself against his body and his hand moved soothingly over her back. “Water is getting cold.” He pressed his lips against her shoulder.
“What water is left,” Amelia realized they were only in a few inches of water. “We made a mess.”
“It'll be here in the morning. Come on, we're going to eat and go to bed.” Danny told her, his hand still moving over her back.
The neat freak in Amelia wanted to protest, but she realized how ridiculous it was to want to clean up a bathroom floor instead of eating gooey grilled cheese. “That sounds perfect.”
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“I still don't think this is a good idea.” Danny looked towards the swinging doors which led to the Medical Examiner's office and morgue. “Are you sure that...”
“I'm sure, Danny. I'm as sure as sure can be. If you don't want to come with me, you don't have to.” Except Amelia would really rather that he did. She didn't want to face the shells of her family alone, but would if she had to. This was something that she wasn't going to back down from.
“You're not doing this alone.” He stood up straighter. “I'm just worried that you're not going to be able to see them any other way. Do you remember after your parents died?”
“Yes.” Amelia sighed. He was right; she'd never been able to see her parents any other way than laid out in their caskets. The car accident that had claimed their lives had been a pretty bad wreck. Fiona had been the one to identify them, and Amelia's first glance at them had come before the wake. “I remember. Like I said, you don't have to come with me.” Amelia had expected that Royal would be there as well, but when she asked Danny he'd just shrugged his shoulders. It pissed her off some that he wasn't paying his respects, but everyone grieved in a different way.
“I'm not going anywhere.” Danny reached out and took her hand. Together they walked through the door. It wasn't a surprise to see James there waiting for them; he'd been the one to call, but he looked surprised to see Danny.
“Hey.” James came over to them, lowered his voice. “You should go, Danny. Quickly and quietly. I'll get Amelia home.”
“Like hell.” Danny replied. “I'm not leaving her here with you.”
“And why not, Mr. Benson?