Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Afterwards
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Danny Messer/Jessica Angell
quotethis_muses Prompt: Rachel Gibson quote
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: This had been a spectacularly bad idea.
Author's Note: Wow -- I haven't posted CSI:NY fic in a while. Anyway, just a bunny that latched on and wouldn't let go. This is also set when Angell was a uniform.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.



“Just so we’re clear – you approached me. You were the one that was stupid enough to let me into your room. And afterwards, you were the one that wanted to cuddle.” - Rachel Gibson

In the realm of spectacularly bad, Jess figured that this probably could have been a lot worse. Not that this, in itself was bad. In fact, it was pretty good. The rumors she had heard about this particular individual that she had initially dismissed as locker room gossip had turned out to be quite true. Not only quite true, but actually exceeding expectations a bit, but that really wasn’t the point right now. The point was that no matter how good the situation had been, it was still in the realm of spectacularly bad. Spectacularly, fantastically bad. No matter how great this situation could have been, it would still have been bad, because there was no way she was going to get past this now. Drunk sex with a superior officer always equals bad. Not matter how she may rationalize it, it was never, ever, good because it was sending her back to square one on the “Let’s try and respect me as an officer and not constantly look at me like I’m a pair of tits” path, and she didn’t exactly like it.

Though—she could probably spin this as being entirely his fault. Because, she was drunk enough that her common sense was skewed, and he was drunk enough that she wasn’t going to let him go home alone. He’d had a bad case, and she was going to make sure he made it back to his apartment and didn’t wind up passed out in some alley somewhere. So she’d gotten both of them into a cab, like a respectable friend would do, and it was in the cab that things started to go wrong. Because he was too close. And being too close to Danny Messer never ends well. At all.

Because being that close, you notice things. And hey—she was female. She was straight. She could see that he was an attractive kind of guy. But she normally wasn’t stuck in a confined space with him, where he had decided to make sure she was pressed right up against him, hip to knee, and having a relatively attractive someone that close was bound to wreak havoc on her alcohol-fuddled system. By the time they arrived at his place, and she walked him up to make sure he got to his apartment okay, he was brushing her arm and his hands were grazing places that really shouldn’t have been getting a reaction out of her, and by the time they reached his door, she wasn’t exactly in the mood to stop him when he pulled her in for a warm, heated kiss.

And now she was in his room—a place that she really never should have come into to begin with, and he was pressed up against her back, and while that was nice, it wasn’t something she had expected. She didn’t expect him to stay this close after it was over. In fact, she flat out expected for him to kick her out of bed. When that didn’t happen, she kicked herself out of bed, wrestling out of his iron grip and starting to pull her clothes back on. They were going to have to have a long, long talk about this in the morning, but until then—she was getting the hell out.

And also—whoever said Danny Messer didn’t cuddle? Was obviously getting the wrong information.