Prompt: paper cut

Lindsay was going through paper work and trying not to let her eyes wander over to her sexy, handsome partner. Most of the time she did a pretty good job of not ogling him at work, at least not when he could catch her, but she had no case to occupy her mind today.

Plus he was wearing that green shirt. The one that made her feel like her tongue was going to roll right out of her mouth and land on the floor.

Dear god those arms must be illegal somewhere.

She turned to the next page of her report, mind still on Danny, and yelped as the paper slice her finger deeply, "Crap."

Danny looked up, "What is it, Montana?"

"Nothing," she said, feeling like a moron, "It's just a paper cut."

"Let me see," he said, walking to her desk.

"No, no," she said, not wanting him or his hot shirted muscles any closer, "I'm really fine."

He ignored her and grabbed her hand to look at her finger, "Ouch that looks like it hurts."

"Yeah," she said, and then gasped as his thumb slid over her pulse. He looked up at the sound and their eyes met. Heat seemed to radiate between them and she couldn't breathe for a moment. Danny looked down at her finger again and then, without giving her a second to stop him leaned down and drew the digit into his mouth, letting his tongue sooth the ache of her cut.

Lindsay's teeth dug into her bottom lip to keep from groaning and when he finally pulled away, she had to use all of her strength to stay upright.

"You should get a band-aid on that," he said with a smirk, "wouldn't want anything to happen to those pretty hands of yours."

She nodded, and watched as he grabbed his coffee mug and headed out of the room.

Then, and only then, did she let herself squeak like a 14 year old girl.