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TITLE: Having Fun, Feeling Blue
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of 1
FANDOM: Hustle
SHIP: Stacie / Danny
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: None that I am aware of
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hustle. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to the BBC and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: This is my first Hustle fic, and I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com
CHAPTER ONE
The rest of the gang had gone and only she and Danny were left at the bar as Eddie started clearing it up for the night. Stacie rolled her neck in an attempt to loosen her tense muscles. It had been a hard con, she’d been in deep for over a month straight, but it had been worth it. They all had enough money to take a nice long vacation and she was just that little bit closer to owning her little island getaway. Warm hands settled on her shoulders and slowly started to massage them. “You really do need to learn to relax, Stace.” Danny whispered in her ear. She made a non-committal noise, but let her head drop limply forward as his strong hands worked heat and soothing pressure into her muscles and his thumbs worked the knots out. “That feels wonderful.” She told him, prepared for another one of his less than subtle come-ons. “Seriously, you’re hard as rock back here.” He commented, sounding sincere and she bit back a quip about who was really likely harder. “You can’t con a con artist, Danny Blue.” She thought to herself, still waiting for the other shoe to drop.
She didn’t really have anything against Danny; she was even attracted to him. He was both handsome and charming and he knew who she was, who she really was. But, it had become sought of a game between them. He tried to get her into bed and she would wittily rebuff his advances. She sometimes even thought he deliberately left openings for her to do so. When she was honest with herself, which was as rare as her being honest with others, it was her lingering hope that she and Mickey might someday acknowledge the “thing” that existed between them that stopped her from viewing Danny as anything other than a friend. But, here they were and it had been a long while for her. Being a grifter did not exactly encourage intimate relations. There were things you had to do on the con that… She sighed. “And, why so heavy a sigh, Madame? Missing the Countess De Leon already?” he asked with a disarming grin. “No reason and not in the least, I’m well rid of that aristocratic bitch.” She brushed off his question and laughed at the persona she had to play for the last month. “Oh yeah, right there, that’s the spot.” She groaned as he found and loosened the tense knot where her neck met her shoulders. She had given him an opening, completely unintentionally. She must be tired, and waited for the inevitable come-on line as his hands continued to draw the tension out of her.
“C’mon, Stacie. I’ll get ya home. You look half dead on your feet.” He offered and observed. She tried to find the innuendo, it was there, but the tone was somehow all wrong. Maybe he didn’t want to play this evening. They were flush and he paid for their drinks without any comment, getting a suspicious look from Eddie while she slipped on her jacket. On, the street, he hailed them a taxi and ushered her inside. He gave her address and without thinking much of it, she rested her head on his shoulder. “You all right, Stace?” he queried. “Hmmmm. Fine. You were right, I’m really quite tired.” She replied while thinking how warm and comfortable his solid masculine form felt. She was almost baiting him now and it was with a little shock that she realized why. She wanted him to make a move, so that, this time, she could accept. She straightened up and moved away from him. “Was it something I said or is it my cologne?” he asked.
She shook her head and looked out the window at the London city street going by and they spent the rest of the cab ride to her apartment in silence. He paid the cabbie before she could even reach for her purse and with a hand on her elbow guided her out of the cab. “I’ll walk you to your door.” He told her as the cab pulled away. “Thanks, Danny, but that’s not necessary.” She responded, touching his arm lightly, her protest sounding half-hearted to her ears. “Nonsense. It’s the gentlemanly thing to do.” He insisted and she laughed softly. “Danny Blue… You’ve never been a gentleman.” She stated. He wiggled his hand from side to side to indicate that she might be right. “I played one on the job once. That should count.” He defended himself and flashed her one of those charming thousand watt smiles of his. She laughed louder and swatted his arm, letting it linger on his firm bicep before linking her arm with the one he offered.
It was a short walk through the lobby of her apartment building and they didn’t even have to wait for the elevator as it opened when they reached it and rode it up to her floor in companionable silence. She found herself leaning into him slightly, his support, although unnecessary was both welcome and enjoyable. The elevator dinged and opened and they stepped out of it and a few more steps found them at her door. She searched in her purse for a moment to locate her keys and then unlocked the door. She half stepped into her apartment and switched on the light before turning back to Danny.
“Well, there you are delivered to your door, all safe and sound as promised.” He stated with a slight bow, which made her smile. She hesitated for only a moment. “Would you like to come in for a coffee?” she asked. “Everyone knew what that really meant, didn’t they?” she asked herself. “Thanks, but no. Its late and I better be getting on my way.” He replied. “Well so much for subtlety.” She thought. “Danny, would you like to come in and see if we can actually shag each others brains out?” she rephrased her question directly. His expression alone was worth it as his jaw dropped and his eyes widened before, like the good conman he was, he was able to school his features and hide his surprise. There was another reaction to her words that he was not able to hide. A quick glance saw his dick stir and bulge the front of his trousers as it shifted and hardened. “Stace, you havin’ a laugh?” he queried, and she could see nervousness in his usually confident eyes as he calculated the odds. “No, Danny, not tonight… Not tonight.” She answered him calmly and took hold of his tie, turned and with a light tug, used it as a leash over her shoulder to lead him into her apartment. He followed without comment, closing the door behind him.
His hands on her shoulders, both halted and spun her around as she let go of his tie, leaving her facing him, their faces only a mere inch apart. His eyes searched hers as if looking for the con, for a sign saying she was simply revving him up, but she held his gaze steadily and then blinked slowly, using the flutter of her long lashes as a silent invitation. His head moved forward slowly, and then he was kissing her. She didn’t know exactly how this was going to happen when she made her decision on the ride up in the elevator, but she hadn’t expected this. She thought he would be rougher, but his kiss started off extremely tenderly. His hand slid along her shoulder and up along the column of her neck. His hand was warm and smoother than she would have thought. His fingers wound into her hair and cupped the back of her head, guiding her, shifting her head as he moved his, their lips locking as he deepened the kiss. She let her eyes flutter closed as his arm curled around her body and cradled it to his while he skillfully explored her lips and mouth
Her body reacted to his kiss and touch as her nipples hardened, sliding against the cups of her bra even as her breasts flattened against his hard chest. She could feel her sex blossoming, her folds swelling and channel clenching against itself and growing moist. She ground against him, feeling the thick bulge at his crotch press against her belly through the relatively thin barrier of their clothes, her arms sliding around him so she could run her hands up his back and across his broad shoulders. She opened her lips to the gentle probing of his tongue and it slipped into her mouth and danced sinuously with hers. The kiss intensified as they explored each others mouths, she felt his hands slide down her back and lightly cup her ass.
He broke the kiss, but their bodies remained pressed together and she opened her eyes. He lightly squeezed her ass and then took his hands off her. “You can slap me now. It was worth it.” He told her with a broad grin. She smiled back, lightly licking her kiss-swollen lower lip. “I’m not really into the rough stuff, but we can see.” She countered before turning and walking toward her bedroom. She kicked off her shoes with a relieved smile one at a time as she took slow, measured steps. Next she shrugged off her jacket, letting it slide off her shoulders and down her arms. She let it trail behind her for a step and then let it fall to the floor.
She could feel his eyes on her and she put just a little extra sway to her hips as she moved away from him. She reached up to her shoulder and slid the thin strap of her dress off first one shoulder and then the other. The silky material of the slip dress caressed her skin as it slid down her body. She was a con artist, and no stranger to showmanship and her performance was only slightly marred when the dress caught at her hip, but she adjusted. She added little shimmy to her step as she eased the dress off her hips and then let it slide the rest of the way down. Her timing was perfect as she stepped out of the dress; she was right in the doorway to her bedroom dressed only in a pale, pink lace bra, matching French cut panties, a pair of earrings and a seductive smile that she flashed at him over her creamy shoulder.
Stacie made sure he had a good look at her behind before she turned and leaned casually against the doorframe. She could see the appreciation in his eye and his pants. Danny had taken off his jacket and removed his tie during her little performance, but other than that hadn’t moved. “Are you coming?” she asked and then pushed off the doorframe and walking into her bedroom, reached for and undid the clasp at the front of her bra to allow her to shrug the lacy undergarment off to fall behind her. She counted under her breath, figuring she’d get up to maybe ten before she felt her hands on her skin. She made it to six before he again spun her. This time it was directly into his arms and his kisses were immediately hungry and searching.
His hands roamed over her back and buttocks as they continued to kiss and she worked at the buttons of his shirt before tackling his belt and trousers. He was a good kisser and they explored each other’s mouths with fencing tongues and sliding, sucking lips. His hands were warm and gentle, but they explore her skin firmly and thoroughly. She lightens their kiss, but didn’t break it as she unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it out of his trousers. She ran her hands up his torso and onto his chest. His skin was smooth and hairless, his muscles hard on his lean frame. She broke the kiss and stepped back out of his embrace, her legs finding the edge of the bed behind her and she sat down and reclined back on it. “Why don’t you deal with those and then join me?” she suggested, nodding at his pants and patting the bed. She hadn’t thought it was possible, but his grin broadened even further.
His clothes disappeared in a flurry until he was down to his boxers and then he suddenly slowed and finally stopped. “Err, Stace, You know I’m dead keen, obviously.” He started off, making a slight gesture at the substantial tent in the front of his boxers. “But, what does this mean?” he enquired. “I thought it was clear, Daniel. You’re going to get laid.” She replied, letting her eyelids flutter demurely as she ran a languid hand over her breast and down her body, drawing his earnest eyes away from her face. “I… I mean, what does this mean, for us?” he rephrased. She sighed and then smiled. “Trust Danny to grow a conscience the moment that I really don’t need him to.” She mused, finding it endearing even as it frustrated her.
“I want you in my bed… I want you in me, tonight, Danny. I need a friend to be a lover, any more than that I can’t tell you. So, we can have tonight and at the very least satisfy our curiosity about what it would be like or… Or we can draw this awkward moment out until I get self conscious enough to cover up or you just simply turn around and leave. You know what I want, so the choice is yours.” She explained her position on the matter and lobbed the ball back into his court. The silence stretched out as his gaze continued to sweep over her naked body, but always returning to her face. Her legs shifted unconsciously as she rubbed her thighs together. “You’re been curious about what it would be like with me?” he asked so softly that she wasn’t sure if the question were actually directed at her, but the way he looked at her made her sex flex with arousal. “Danny.” She made his name into a simple plea, shocked at how needy she sounded.
Stacie expelled a breath she didn’t realize she was holding when he reached for and peeled down his boxers. Her lips twitched with an appreciative smile at what she saw. She didn’t think she’d ever be able to call him Danny Boy ever again. He was all man. She sat up as he closed the short distance between him and the bed. His hands slid up her legs, his fingers flexing to massage heat into her skin. She put her feet flat on the bed and lifted her ass when he reached the waistband of her panties, allowing him to slide them off her hips and buttocks. He had to peel them off her swollen and slick lips as the crotch clung damply to them.
He had settled next to her legs and slid her panties down to her knees by the time she’d lowered her ass back to the bed. She half whined, half moaned as she felt his hot breath on her wet folds when he leaned over. His hand on the inside of her thigh spread her legs further apart while the other disposed of her panties. Her ass clenched slightly as the tip of his tongue traced the length of her slit, making her tingle and sending a quiver into her taut belly. Her eyes went wide and she gasped when his lips found and captured the sensitive, exposed bundle of nerves that was her clit. Her hips jerked and she moaned his name as he suckled at her and his swirling tongue flicked and rolled her buzzing nub.
He climbed over her leg to get between them while draping the other over his shoulder as he temporarily abandoned his concentrated attention on her clit. He lapped at and feasted on her folds, collecting her nectar as it flooded from her as her loins were compelled to clench and twist to expel it in response to the pleasure his oral stimulation created. Stacy had fallen back onto the bed and had to work at propping herself up enough to reach his head with her other hand. His hands cupped and kneaded her ass to serve her up to him and she slowly undulated to press herself into his sucking lips and lashing tongue. She collapsed again when he found her clit and the jolt of electric pleasure robbed her of muscle control. She growled partly in frustration and partly in pleasure as he toyed with her, easing up just enough to let her reach for him and then hitting her with a full blast of sensation that had her shuddering and unco-ordinated with enjoyment.
Danny grinned up along her body when he raised his head. He planted another light kiss on her sparking clit before he started to crawl up her body, his lips leading the way. Her legs dropped off his shoulder and she spread her legs further to accommodate him. She let her hand snake down between them and when his nose brushed the lower curve of her breast, her hand also gently wrapped around his throbbing virility. His lips vibrated against her skin as he moaned and then it was her turn as his lips found the turgid little column of her nipple and sucked hard with hot, liquid heat making her sex clench and twist against itself in response. She kneaded his hardness as she guided him to her while he paid homage to her other nipple before letting his lips climb higher.
His lips were hovering over hers when she slid his pointed head through her moist, swollen folds and lightly bit her lower lip, her eyes fluttering slightly with the contact as she wedged him at her entrance and released him. She opened her eyes and she found herself staring into his. His breathing was slow and steady, and the slow steady movement was just enough to rhythmically press him against her with little tickles of sensation as they remained poised, his eyes locked with hers, his breath washing warmly against her lips. His tongue flicked out and lightly brushed across the top of her lower lips as she slid her hands up along the sides of his thighs and onto the hard curves of his buttocks. “Make me feel good, make me feel Blue.” She part-pled, part-encouraged and slowly flexed her fingers on his ass to emphasize her desire.
She sucked in a sharp breath and then let it out as a slow, breathy moan as her head pressed back into the pillow and her back arched to press and flatten her breasts against his chest when his hips drove forward with a hiss of breath. Her moist flesh parted reluctantly as he stretched and filled her, forging a delectable line of fiery friction from her entrance to her core. Her body remained tensed and pressed hard against his on the rush of sensation and then slowly relaxed. A slow, lazy smile crept onto her lips to mirror his as they slowly undulated and ground together as they adjusted to each other. She felt him throbbing against the snug confines of her sex as she raised her head to find his lips and he kissed her back with hungry passion.
They started to increase their range of motion. Undulation became circling, circling became rocking and rocking finally became groaning, grunting, moaning and gasping thrusts and counter-thrusts. Her fingers grabbed at his hard arse every time he drove into her and pleasure surge into her along with his thick, hard shaft. His blue eyes would capture hers with rapped attention and intensity, holding it for a few electrifying moments before he again kissed her or lowered his lips, tongue and even his teeth to her tingling skin. Smatterings of sparking sensations shot into her breasts as her hard nipples were raked back and forth along his smooth, hard chest. She tested the skin of his shoulder with her teeth as she matched him stroke for delightful stroke.
He kept the pace slow and steady even when she encouraged him to go faster. “Oh, I’m going to make this last, Stace.” He promised her on a low growl against the shell of her ear as he pressed tight against her and circled his hips to grind into her and send electric spiders into her core to make her spine curve and the small of her back twitch as he stimulated her clit. She let out a throaty laugh as she rolled her hips and clenched herself around him in return, making him groan. “We’ll see.” She challenged him with another laugh that stuttered when he drew back and slammed into her hard and then grinned smugly down at her, accepting her challenge before his lips swooped down to captures hers for a short, intense kiss. She chuckled into his mouth and around his tongue as it twined with hers.
She curled one of her legs around his as they strained together and then using every bit of leverage she could muster, rolled them to switch their positions. He tried to roll them back, but she resisted and he didn’t try too hard as she braced her hand on his chest and slowly started to ride him with rolling, rocking, circling hips. He clapped his hands on her ass and squeezed and fondled her firm globes even as she watched him grit his teeth and felt his heart race through the quickening pulse of his sex against hers. Stacie threw her head back, but still had to rake some of her dark hair out of her face before she leaned forward to nip and suck at his lips as she rode him hard and he bucked up to meet her. His fingers raked up along her waist, then over ribs to capture her breasts before he pushed her back and half sat-up to feed one of his nipples into his mouth.

She moaned heavily, and arched her back to press her tit flesh into his mouth and increase the hot, tingling sensations that radiated into her chest and linked with the jolting surges loins to inundate her body with delight. She grabbed his head, winding her fingers into his short, blonde hair and guided him to her other nipple and she hissed as he less than lightly clamped his teeth around her taut nub, making it sizzle as he stretched it before letting go to latch onto its twin. “You bastard. I’ll make you pay for that.” She groaned playfully as he turned the mixture of pleasure and pain into pleasure alone once more. “We’ll see.” He raised his head, being gentler this time, but again stretching her nipple before releasing it and echoing her challenge back to her.
Stacie grabbed his hands and used all her weight to press them to the pillow on either side of his head. She whipped her hair across his face a few times for good measure before tossing her dark tresses back before lowering her head. She caught his lower lip between her teeth after a little tussle and then deliberately stretched it until Danny hissed and she flashed him a seductive smile. She soothed the hurt she had caused with gentle swipes of her tongue, but kept just out of reach when he strained to kiss her. Through it all, he continued to buck while she rocked and rolled her hips to keep him lancing into her molten, roiling, twisting, flexing core. She nipped at his chin, then the side of his neck and down onto his chest. She swirled her tongue around his nipple and then made him jerk when she bit his nipple. He let her take a run at both before he twisted his hands free of her grasp, grabbed her waist and not so much rolled them as threw her onto her back with a feral, rumbling growl.

Danny gathered and trapped her wrists above her head and she thrashed her head from side to side, avoiding his lips even as she bucked up into him to drive him deeper into her. He eventually caught and sucked at her lower lip, but gently, even as his grip tightened on her wrists and he rested more weight on her to hold her in place. She found herself making little noises of delight and strain as he kissed her and continued to drive in and out of her. The tension at her center was quickly and steadily building to the point of no return. Her skin felt like it was on fire, only slightly cooled by the sweat that popped up and formed little rivulets that tickled as they slid along her skin as her muscles shifted and flexed with his. He released her wrists, but her hands stayed where they were as his fingers twined with hers. Pleasure buzzed through her, zipping and zapping along her nerves, making her quiver as she attempted to contain the growing energy at her core.
They were both breathing hard, but he had this part-awed, part-determined, yet strangely adoring look that tugged at her racing heart and made her tighter and wetter at the same time. He started to thrust harder, her fingers flexing against his as she braced herself and tightened her legs around him in encouragement. Her moans and gasps became cries of increasing volume that mingled with his groans and grunts, the wet, reverberating collision of his flesh with hers and the rhythmic creak of her bed. The energy that had dammed up inside her started to lash out, escaping the tenuous bonds she held on it and sending aching, crackling tendrils that quickened her quivers. Her quivers became tremors as the delectable pulses increased in intensity and frequency and her blood sang in her ears.
The pulses stopped being pulses and turned into a continuous blast that sent a scream rocketing from her mouth when he drove into her to the hilt and the dam burst. Her eyes went wide and her world a blurry with pinwheels of light as her spine became a taut, vibrating bow and her climax swept through her like a wildfire storm. He humped and ground against her, his thick, hard manhood hammering into her twisting, constricted flesh until his back made and apposing bow to hers as with a stuttered roar he pumped the liquid heat of his essence to join with hers. She rippled around him, her sex trying to draw him in even deeper although he was welded to her as they shuddered together, riding the pulsing waves of their climaxes. She gasped and panted to try and catch her breath, whining and mewling as her lungs burned with need and the whirlwind of bliss kept her tense to the point of vibrating while sparks of sensation danced through her.
Her climax ran its course, the intensity waning slowly and unevenly so that she twitched and jerked until she finally relaxed back down onto the bed. He caught himself before he collapsed on top of her, his forehead resting on her chest above her breasts, his breath hotly tickling her skin. He pressed his lips to her skin for a moment and then they both groaned as he pulled out of her as he rolled of her. He didn’t quite make it, but she didn’t mind as they managed to settle into a comfortable tangle of sweaty limbs while they tried to catch their collective breaths. She turned her head and kissed his shoulder and his turned his to find her face. “I guess I’m not dreaming, because I would have woken up by now.” He stated softly while he lightly stroked her cheek and brushed hair out of her face and tucked it behind his ear. “You dream about me?” she wondered and couldn’t stop her smile from widening. “Who wouldn’t, Stace. You’re gorgeous.” He replied with a smile of his own and a quick, cocky raise of both his eyebrows.
“You’re pretty happy with yourself, aren’t you.” She accused him with narrowed eyes, even though she had to work at controlling her own euphoria. It had been awhile since she’d been satisfied so thoroughly and she didn’t want him to know that. “Oh, yeah and no. I’m just… Just happy, but it’s got nothing to do with myself.” He admitted freely and she gave him a searching look. “Cut the crap, Danny. You already got laid.” She countered defensively with an edge as she read the honesty and affection in his eyes. Those eyes narrowed slightly for just a moment and then he barely nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. You’re a right slapper and we was just havin’ a bit a fun, right, Stace?” he stated and she could clearly see him tense as the warmth retreated from his eyes to be replaced by hurt while his smile evaporated.
She licked her lower lip nervously as her stomach fluttered for different reasons than it had before and she could still taste him. “Oh, Danny, I… I didn’t…” she started, feeling bad only to see his smile return with thousand watt intensity. “Bastard!” she admonished him with a slap to his shoulder. He grabbed her wrist and after some playful wrestling he ended up straddling her with her hands pinned to either side of her head. His breath tickled her lips as he brushed the tip of his nose lightly across hers. “You want me to leave?” he enquired even as both their eyes slid down to where his erection had returned and was pressing hotly against her flat belly. “You’re likely to get arrested walking around with that and that might serve you right, but, no… I don’t want you to go. I’m feeling more than a little Blue and I need to do something about it.” She replied in a sultry whisper before flicking her tongue out to lap across his lips as she tilted and lifted her head to kiss him.
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