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"Why do you have green flamingos on your bra?"

Danny never finds out. Before he knows it, he's lifting Mindy onto her desk, paperwork floating to the floor, stationary clattering around them, computer screen flickering in his peripheral vision as he mouths down her neck, fingers scrabbling roughly with the rest of the buttons on her blouse.

She doesn't say anything. Doesn't answer any of his questions but she has this hungry look in her eyes and it drives him on. He helps her with his belt, pushes her skirt out of the way and gives her what she's begging him, over and over, for. When he captures her lips, it's like the whole world starts to shake.


She's straddling him, got him pinned to the seat, the turbulence making him reach for her hand out of instinct. Entwining their fingers, she draws them to her chest and Danny's momentarily distracted by the blue flamingos before he drags a lust-filled gaze up to her face.

"Exsqueeze me, some of us are trying to nap." Her mouth moves but it's not her voice and Danny whips his head to the side, seeing his mother across the plane's aisle, openly watching them both.

"What the hell, Ma! Shut your eyes! Mindy's naked here!"

Mindy's not naked. Not anymore.

"Sister Lahiri...?" Danny reads in confusion, squinting at the badge, her name carved out in white writing. Deft fingers catch his attention and his eyes drop to his bare chest where a crisp black tie is slowly being undone. He can feel it burning around his neck. "Are you a--"

"Mormon?" She whispers, like it's a bad word, and suddenly her tongue is in his ear and she's rolling her hips and panting.

Danny can hardly keep up, hardly hold on, and each breath races to match hers. "Potatoes."

His eyes spring open.

White washed ceiling. Faint smell of disinfectant and cold coffee. The repetitive sound of a squeaking wheel.

Doctors' lounge.

"I brought you food," Mindy says from the doorway by way of greeting, holding up a bag from his favorite sandwich shop. "I didn't want you to miss out. It's not actually a meatball sub though. It's left-over turkey but I put it in this bag because I knew you'd love it."

Danny pushes himself up slowly, blinking away sleep and offering her a tentative smile when she perches next to him.

"You will find no pumpkin pie in here," she warns him, placing the bag on the coffee table, "because I ate it on the way over."

He twists around on the couch, dropping his feet to the floor, legs falling open and pressing comfortably against her thigh. "That's really nice of you, Min. Thanks."

"You're welcome. Payment please."

It feels completely natural to lean over for a kiss, firm and assured and over far too quickly. So when she catches hold of his jaw and turns his head back to hers, kissing him again, deeper, inviting, he finds it easy to succumb. They go from nought to sixty in seconds, Danny pressing her back against the couch, his tongue parting her lips to chase the sweet-savory taste of pie. He feels warm hands slip beneath his scrubs, fingernails digging into the base of his spine to force him closer.

"Wait, wait, wait," he breaks away, getting his words out through labored breaths. "I had this--dream, I dunno. Is this real?"

"It's real," she echoes, leaving kisses all over his face and tugging at his top, clear with her intentions. When Danny doesn't put up a fight, she tugs it up and over his head, hands reclaiming his back, fingertips dancing over taut skin.

Danny just watches her beneath him, arms braced against the couch either side of her head, desperate to believe her. "What are you wearing?" he asks, like the entire universe rests on her reply.

"Pink flamingos," she answers before his heart has even taken another beat. Her face lights up in the most beautiful smile he's ever seen and it suddenly makes perfect sense now.

Date: 2014-11-29 12:06 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] beyoncepadthai
It just seems natural for Mindy to work Thanksgiving, especially after several days of having done next to nothing due to someone, something kidnapping all of her patients. There's that and the fact that it's one of the few days that she lets herself think of her family, of back home, and she needs the distraction of everyone but herself.

So she's been run off her feet and pretty exhausted after an emergency c-section by the time she finds her way into the doctor's lounge, fishing into her pockets for some coins to feed into the vending machine. She doesn't even realise it's Danny until she glances over to the figure, noticing she's a few quarters short of what she wants to order. "Hey, do you have a – Danny?" she asks, voice dropping to a whisper as she steps a little closer. "Oh my god, you do sleep. Dammit, you look so cute, but I could really use your wallet right about now..."

Date: 2014-11-30 02:30 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] beyoncepadthai
Mindy considers groping for his wallet but decides against it, just watching at him for a few moments because yeah, he looks kind of adorable and peaceful and peace isn't a word she'd usually assign to Danny Castellano. Plus, while he's asleep he can't yell at her for whatever thing she's done wrong this time. After a while, though, she starts to shake him awake, though making an effort to keep her voice soft, not its usual shrill, bordering on grating. "Danny? Danny, you should go home and sleep. You can't have your post-turkey nap in the doctor's lounge, that's my thing."

Date: 2014-11-30 03:42 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] beyoncepadthai
"...Danny?" Mindy repeats again, waving her hands in front of his face like it might clear up some of the confusion in his eyes. He looks like a deer caught in headlights and Mindy's own brows furrow, stepping back to give him the space he seems to need. "You good? ...Also, do you have some change for the vending machine? They upped the prices, I swear to God."

Date: 2014-11-30 04:09 am (UTC)
beyoncepadthai: (mindy 13)
From: [personal profile] beyoncepadthai
"Are you drunk?" Mindy accuses, the default that her mind goes to whenever someone is out of sorts. Tilting her head to the side, she rests a hand on his shoulder, trying to catch sight of his eyes so she can see if they're dilated or blood shot or something. "You're acting really strange."

Date: 2014-11-30 04:32 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] beyoncepadthai
"Throw yourself at them? You think I was throwing myself at you?!" Mindy demands, anger surging up within her. After her Darrow anniversary and then the memories she'd received from home that made her think maybe she and Danny might be more sometime, somewhere, the last thing she wants is to be thought to be desperate. Until the pillow catches her attention and everything else seems wholly insignificant. "Are you – oh my god, Daniel Castellano, that is very... un... Catholic!"

Date: 2014-11-30 12:42 pm (UTC)
beyoncepadthai: (mindy 31)
From: [personal profile] beyoncepadthai
"Am I, Danny?" Mindy asks, eyes narrowing, because she's pretty sure she's 100% on point and absolutely grateful she didn't search around for his wallet. Thoughts of Kit Kats and other snacks pushed back (if only momentarily), she shakes her head. "You know what? It's nothing to be ashamed of. It's fine. It's natural. Just maybe not in the doctor's lounge. Anyone could walk in, you know. Like, Dr. Fowler, or me."

Date: 2014-12-02 11:42 am (UTC)
beyoncepadthai: (mindy7)
From: [personal profile] beyoncepadthai
"I'm pretty sure it has to do with a very specific part of you," Mindy says, nodding at the cushion pointedly. She's torn between horror and hilarity, the whole situation awkward enough but with his reaction on top of it – priceless. Especially when he treats her as if she's the sex-crazed maniac. "Because I don't see anyone else in this room but you and I, Danny."

Date: 2014-12-03 10:29 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] beyoncepadthai
"You know what? Fine. I will go. But I am never, ever, ever letting you live this down!" Mindy asserts before turning on her heel, heading for the door before a thought strikes her first. "But, wait, you don't have any change for the vending machine, then? Because I could have sworn I saw a roll of quarters in your scrubs..."


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