Lindsay made her way out of the elevator, a grin on her face because she knew the reaction she'd get from Don when he saw her bikini. It wasn't like she was wearing it just to torment him, because it was a gift from Danny.
Tossing her towel on one of the chairs, she cleared her throat to get their attention. "Excuse me, fellas. Got room for a third in there?" she asked with a grin.
Both men looked up, Danny breaking into a fast grin when he saw what she'd chosen to wear. "I think we could make room for you. Right, Donny?"
"Uh.. sure." Don swallowed hard, blinking at the bikini. "Is there a reason you're wearing a Boston bathing suit? Because last time I checked, Danny was supposed to be turning you into a Yankees Fan," he grumbled playfully and splashed Danny as he made room for Lindsay between them if she wanted it.
"It was her first major league game, I couldn't let her get killed by Red Sox fans," Danny muttered, splashing Don back before reaching a hand back for Lindsay's.
Flack grinned. "I still say you're traitors. Both of ya, so you need to lose the suit."
Smacking Don on the shoulder as she slid into the jacuzzi, she slipped her free hand into Danny's. "It was a gift for my birthday, thankyouverymuch," she said in explination.
She settled herself between the two of them and smiled. "You want me out of my suit, Don, you gotta do something about it." Lindsay looked at him and raised an eyebrow in a sort of challenge.
"What was that for?" Flack tried to pout and ended up smiling instead. "Birthday? Right, he got it for you just because he knew I'd hate it."
"Give me a break, you know me better than that," Danny murmured, leaning in to kiss at Lindsay's shoulder. His trademark smirk curved his lips. "I bought it so I could feel better about getting her out of it."
Laughing, Don leaned in and copied Danny's movements before his fingers started slowly massaging Lindsay's neck and shoulders. "All I'd have to do is this," he whispered and tugged gently on the the bikini strings at the back of Lindsay's neck, letting them start to come untied.
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Tossing her towel on one of the chairs, she cleared her throat to get their attention. "Excuse me, fellas. Got room for a third in there?" she asked with a grin.
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"Uh.. sure." Don swallowed hard, blinking at the bikini. "Is there a reason you're wearing a Boston bathing suit? Because last time I checked, Danny was supposed to be turning you into a Yankees Fan," he grumbled playfully and splashed Danny as he made room for Lindsay between them if she wanted it.
"It was her first major league game, I couldn't let her get killed by Red Sox fans," Danny muttered, splashing Don back before reaching a hand back for Lindsay's.
Flack grinned. "I still say you're traitors. Both of ya, so you need to lose the suit."
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She settled herself between the two of them and smiled. "You want me out of my suit, Don, you gotta do something about it." Lindsay looked at him and raised an eyebrow in a sort of challenge.
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"Give me a break, you know me better than that," Danny murmured, leaning in to kiss at Lindsay's shoulder. His trademark smirk curved his lips. "I bought it so I could feel better about getting her out of it."
Laughing, Don leaned in and copied Danny's movements before his fingers started slowly massaging Lindsay's neck and shoulders. "All I'd have to do is this," he whispered and tugged gently on the the bikini strings at the back of Lindsay's neck, letting them start to come untied.
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