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This follows "Snatches", but you don't need to read those to understand these.

Basically, a "snatch" is my term for just the 'hot' part of a story, no plot. If any snatch somehow gains a plot, they are banished and grow into their own stories. I was told that PWP is the 'real' term for these.

Again, five. Again, vote for your favorite if you want, it really does help me!

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Her dress rustled as she glided down the nearly empty hallway. She hummed to herself the parting song of the night, triumphant at the amazing coup they had pulled off that night. As she got to her doorway, she didn't even pause to turn on the lights, preferring the darkness since she knew the space so well.

"Nice dress." The voice came from the vicinity of the couch and she whirled, a smile already on her face.

"Danny." she breathed, not quite believing he was there.

"Need some help getting out of it?" He touched the soft silk at her waist but didn't even feel it, focusing instead on thoughts of the skin underneath.

"The zipper tends to stick and I need to change to go home." She told him softly before meeting his lips with a gentle kiss. She kicked off her heels while maintaining contact with her lips, wanting to be near the same height as him. She felt his hands span her waist as he pulled her closer. Their tongues dueled as their hands roamed.

He found the zipper on the back of her dress and lightly teased the skin right above it. He pulled away from her lips and dropped small kisses on her neck. She moaned and buried her fingers in his hair.

The zipper inched down as he stretched the moments out as long as possible. He let his fingernails softly scratch the path down her back as the zipper didn't stick. When he reached the bottom his hands teased the small of her back as he pulled her closer.

She sighed happily as she stared into his eyes. "Thanks," she whispered. "Maybe it's my other dress that has the zipper that sticks." Her eyes sparkled with amusement and he smiled back.

"No problem. Need some help getting into your jeans and shirt." He grinned at her.

"Thanks anyway, I think I can manage." She swept away and gathered the clothes from her chair. "Maybe next time."

"I'll pencil you in." He told her, then smiled and left her office, carefully closing the door behind him.

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"Danny!" she yelled, pulling him away from his talk outside her office.

She shut the door behind him, then threw him against it. He sucked in a quick breath as her mouth met his. She rained kisses on his face, never pausing long enough for him to think about one spot. He reached for her face and held it in place, kissing her deeply. Her mouth opened under his and he took what was offered to him.

Gently pushing her away, he stared at her for a moment. She smiled and whispered, "Don't think. We only have a few more seconds, I'd guess. Don't think."

She pushed him against the door again, using her whole body to keep him in place. She kissed him again, fiercely, and moaned when his hands slipped under her blouse.

The expected knock on the door disappointed her and she growled into his mouth. "Stupid job," she whispered to him as she straightened her clothing. She gave him a last, gentle kiss before leaving him with a quick, "Sorry." She closed the door behind her, allowing him to regain his composure.

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Sometimes she dreams of him, but it's not like this. He's softer in her dreams, less demanding and less exciting. He doesn't show up at her doorstep in the middle of the night, he gently approaches her at work years in the future. Her mind is spinning out of control, screaming at her body that this is all wrong, that it's not the normal dream.

Her body tells her mind to shut up as she struggles to close her apartment door with her foot while keeping her lips on his. She succeeds and he uses the now closed door to push her against. His mouth is hot and demanding against hers and she yields, letting him taste as much as he wants. She holds onto him so she won't fall off her watery legs.

When he moves his fingers to her stomach, fiddling with the buttons to get at her bare skin, she groans. His mouth softens at the noise and drops kisses on her cheeks.

"Danny?" She questions softly.

"Don't think." He tells her between kisses. "Just feel. Tell your brain to shut up. It's just us. Just feel." Despite the words, he knows she is slipping away and he sighs. He pulls her into one last searing kiss before stroking her hair back from her face and gently prying her away from the door. "I'll be back soon. I promise."

He leaves and she stands, her hot forehead against the door. She wills her pulse and her breathing to steady, knowing she will not be sleeping tonight.

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He had stopped listening to her a few minutes ago and was now just watching her talk. He inched closer, almost involuntarily, as she gestured. When she paused to take a sip of water, he swallowed with her, watching her throat move.

"Danny?" she asks, bewildered.

He is close enough now to touch her cheek. He brushes the hair over her ear and leans closer. Her eyes flutter and close as she anticipates his kiss. When it comes, she gasps to feel his mouth on her neck. She arches to give him better access as he plants soft kisses along her throat, following the path outside that the water followed inside.

He stops when he reaches the neck of her blouse and moves back up her neck. He realizes her eyes are still closed and smiles. He covers her mouth with tiny short kisses. She moans a protest and he gives in, covering her mouth with his and giving it his full attention.

She breaks the contact to stare at him. He touches her neck gently with his fingertips. "What were you saying?" He laughs as she struggles to remember and kisses her again. "I wasn't listening anyway. If you remember, come find me."

He leaves her there, and she knows she will be finding him later, even if she can't remember what she was talking about.

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"Danny?" she walked into her office and gave him a confused look. "Did we have an appointment?"

He stared at her and she shut the door and walked to him, concerned. "Are you okay? What are you doing here?"

He waited until she was closer before making a move. He grabbed her hand and yanked her against him. "I had a sudden urge for you." He cut off any further questions with his mouth on hers. Instead of the gentle kisses she was used to from him, this was a bruising crash. She gasped as he ran his fingers up her neck, giving him greater access to her mouth. She dropped the files she was carrying and wrapped her arms around his neck.

They parted breathlessly. She smiled for the first time in way too long. He grinned at the realization that he put the smile on her face. "Well, I'll see you later."

"Thanks for closing the blinds when you came in." She told him, amused. He smiled even wider.

"No problem."

"And thanks for..."

"Oh, no problem." He told her again. "See ya'." And he walked out the door, leaving a smile on both their faces.

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