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delicataleTitle: A Thrill to Press My Cheek to
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating: R - ymmv
Summary: Chin gets married in Steve's - and Danny's - backyard. Steve is best man, wants to dance. Danny gets happily tipsy, pushes pineapple off his egg fried rice. Life can be not fucked up for a day, even when you're in Five-0.
Disclaimer: Don't own them, no harm intended, no profit made etc.
Word count: 2644
Author's note: A thousand thanks to Lizzie for looking this over thoroughly. Wrote this yesterday, after the whole day - and Tumblr - being all about the Royal Wedding, I had weddings in the head, and I like writing them, so yeah. I realize I like writing these - happy moments. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, comments are amazing and I love them a lot.
Danny has a - very healthy, thank you very much - but slight obsession with Steve wearing his dress blues. It's not Danny's fault, after all, if Steve looks stupidly handsome in them. And standing there next to Chin with a slight smirk on his face when he raises an eyebrow at Danny, well. Well, that's it, that's all Danny can think. He swallows and forces himself to turn to Kono, sitting next to him in a blue dress that looks gorgeous on her. Why does his team have to be so good-looking, they seriously are the bane of his existence, with all that…good-lookingness. And Kono smiles at him because she totally saw the exchange with Steve and she's going to be a detective one day, and Danny doesn't say anything, but grins back at her when she curls her hand around his arm and they stand as the music starts, announcing the arrival of the bride.
Chin looks nervous in that happy way, the way Danny remembers all too well. It's not going to happen again for him, but he's pretty fucking satisfied with how things have turned out for him anyway. At the end of the day, as long as there isn't any internal bleeding or brain damage, he finds himself happy to be going home with Steve, and not sticking any sort of label on top of all the issues in their relationship. Danny's sure that, if they tried, it'd end with some fight where he'd flail his hands a lot and yell a lot and Steve would bring the puppy eyes out, and even if Danny thinks he’s immunized because he has Gracie, he always get caught by the effectiveness of Steve’s.
Danny forces all those thoughts away when Malia appears at the French doors in a simple white dress that looks perfect on her, her arm curled around her father's, their hands joined. She looks stunning.
Danny's never been big on weddings - even his own - but when Kono sniffles next to him and hides her face in his shoulder, when Steve grins proudly as he passes the ring to Chin, when Chin says I do with a trembling in his voice and a look in his eyes that is so full of love Danny is wondering how it is not drowning the lot of them, Danny's quite pleased to be here. He wants to witness this, living breathing proof that they can have a life and be in Five-0, that they can be happy and that not everything is fucked up. He wants to remember this for the next time Steve gets shot and whines through everything that Danny does for him. Because it's worth it, as dysfunctional and stupid and painful as it is, it's worth it.
Chin's always been a very sensible man, but the first kiss is messy and loud and full of laughter and Danny laughs too as he watches and claps and hugs Kono tightly. She's still got tears in her eyes, the silly girl, she chokes when she says, "Can't help it, I love weddings," and Danny doesn't have the heart to mock her.
He falls into step with Steve when they all move out towards the pier built from Steve's private little beach into the water especially for the wedding. It opens up to a large dancefloor, twinkling lights everywhere, dangling in the late afternoon breeze, enough seats for the little party, tables full of food. They've all done well, because it looks gorgeous, just over the water like this, the white and purple flowers catching hues of gold and amber and violet in the falling sun.
"Commander."
"Detective."
"Don't think I didn’t see you tear up. Sap."
"Don't think I didn’t see you feel Kono up. Perv."
"I swear, something is really broken in your head."
"You love me."
"Whatever."
Steve doesn't answer, but when Danny steals a glance at his face, he's smiling, looking proud of himself. Danny rolls his eyes, brushing the back of Steve's hand with his own, finding himself smiling too when Steve grabs his fingers for a second, squeezing and then letting go. He would hold onto Steve's face and kiss him silly, but there are a lot of people milling around and Danny doesn't really fancy having to explain to all of them that Steve in his Navy uniform does things to him that his own dress blues are having a hard time hiding.
"Dance later?"
"What - what was that, Steven? You want to dance? I never thought I'd see the day, but no, no thank you. I do not dance unless I am heavily influenced by alcohol, or torture, and even if some of your bedroom manners can be considered torture, I will not dance with you."
Steve looks sort of offended, through the amusement, and it's a look Danny has learned to recognize and decipher a long time ago.
"My bedroom manners are fine."
"See, this is where you’re wrong, because anyone who thinks it’s okay to wake his partner up at five in the morning on a Sunday, even for sex, has terrible, horrible bedroom manners. But I know I cannot make you see the light, because, like I said, your head is broken, and there are no words in the world that can help with that."
"I promise to sleep until seven next Sunday if you shut up now."
"Progress! I have to go and give my congratulations anyway. Go and be pretty in a corner, Commander."
He knows exactly what it does to Steve when he calls him that and right now he does it on purpose, almost petty, because Steve is wearing his uniform and it's just unfair, okay, it's not fair at all when Danny has to be respectable and everything because he's representing NJ PD at this wedding and he can't just dry-hump his partner on the dance floor.
Danny spends some time just chatting with Chin and Malia, getting introduced to their family, and by God, Chin has a lot of family, but today it's mostly the closest ones here, not the whole lot of them coming from all sides of the island. They wanted something small, they kept on saying, which was why Steve offered his - their, nowadays, great, but not like Danny had a say in this - backyard for the ceremony and reception.
Danny's okay with it, he's not even mad. He doesn't really hold grudges. Plus, the food is ridiculously good, even though it's Hawaiian and Danny spies some bits of fruit where they have no business being. He eats heartily anyway, pushing every piece of pineapple he sees onto Steve's plate. With Steve being the best man and Danny being Steve's partner, they're sitting right next to Chin and Malia, for which Danny is glad, because stunted conversation with family members he doesn’t know could end in such disaster he's just thankful he doesn't have to suffer through it.
"I still can't believe you chose him as your best man, Chin Ho."
Chin laughs, gives Danny a gentle look. For a cop, Chin is such a lamb. He could have been a teacher with those eyes and that tone of voice, because when he replies it’s like he’s speaking to a little kid, and Danny would be annoyed if it wasn’t the man’s wedding day.
"Brah, Steve and I -"
"Have history, yes, yes, I know. You said that before. But I am the cuter of us two."
Steve laughs, and Danny turns to him sharply, his eyes narrowed. His words hold no heat when he speaks, though, low enough that Steve is the only one who can hear him.
"Keep on laughing and you're not getting laid tonight."
Steve gives Danny a look back, full of smugness and something else, too, something soft that makes everything a little blurry around the edges, something that Danny refuses to acknowledge most of the time because it'd get him into so much trouble if he allowed himself to think about it while they were at work. Then Steve toys with his tie, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, I think I am."
Fuck him for knowing Danny's weaknesses. His eyes jump down to Steve's throat, his long fingers over the knot of the dark blue tie, and Danny clenches his jaw because this is all so, so fucking unfair. For someone who wears ties on a daily basis, you'd think Danny would be used to them, but put one around Steve's neck and he's got to dig his fingers into his legs to keep himself from violating the man on the spot. Really. Unfair. Danny groans, turning his eyes away and looking down at his food. Food, yes, much better. Much safer.
Danny ends up watching Steve dance with a good three quarters of the women at the wedding reception, himself sitting at the edge of the pier, bare feet grazing the water. He’s good, warm, Steve’s suit jacket thrown over his shoulders because he didn’t take one himself, a little drunk, beer and wine and Champagne flowing through his veins, making his smiles loose.
“You sure you don’t want to dance?”
Danny leans back, feeling Steve’s legs against his back. He grins, closes his eyes for a second, opens them again. The fairy lights are mirrored in the dark water now, the night fully set in, and it’s gorgeous. Danny can see Steve’s shadow looming behind him, but it’s not scary. It’s safe. He wouldn’t ever say it to Steve, but he’s safe.
“Nope.”
“You’re drunk, though.”
“Not enough. And I promise you, my drunk-dancing is not something you want to witness.”
“Does it involve stripping?”
Steve moves, sits next to Danny, drapes an arm around Danny’s middle, and it would be perfectly casual if it wasn’t coming from McGarrett. His hand rests inside the suit jacket but over Danny’s shirt.
“Sometimes. I wouldn’t want to take the spotlight off Chin, you know. Bad idea. Very bad idea.”
“Hmm. You know, now, making you dance – with me or not – is going to become one of my missions.”
Danny lets out a sigh. It’s a wonder he still puts up with Steve, when he’s this put upon.
“And here we go, once again, I am stuck in the middle of one of McGarrett the crazy Navy SuperSEAL’s plans. God help me, maybe this time it won’t end with me getting shot at.”
“Come on, I don’t get you shot at always.”
“Just on a daily basis.”
Danny clamps his mouth shut when the words it’s okay, I love you anyway almost escape him. Not that they never say these things, but they usually don’t say them very consciously, and Danny is not drunk enough to be able to blame it on that. His sister and mother keep on telling him what an idiot he is, but he guesses that as long as things work well enough between him and Steve, he has no reason to try and fuck it up with too many feelings.
They stay around until most people have gone, until it’s only them left, Kono dragging a drunk Kamekona home and Chin and Malia having already disappeared hours ago. Danny remembers his wedding night - blurrily, but he remembers it, and he can’t blame the newlyweds for wanting a head start on it. Danny cleans up a little, mostly getting plates together, scraping leftover food in the bin, but it’s only a half-assed effort. He’s exhausted, it’s been a long day, and he’s only waiting for Steve to come back from his midnight dip in the water - the idiot jumped right from the pier after dropping pants and shirt on a chair. At least nobody fell off while drunk.
Danny would have liked the honor of taking that fucking tie off Steve himself, thank you, so now he’s a little bit annoyed, and he’s pretty much decided not to give in to Steve tonight, no, McGarrett always ruins everything by not following plans, and Danny likes plans, okay, he’s boring like that. But then Steve hauls himself up back on the pier and he’s dripping everywhere and his underwear is clinging to him and Danny drops the plate he’s been scraping to plaster himself against the infuriating SEAL who shares his life, his shirt wet and turning translucent as Steve kisses him.
Steve makes Danny forget about every single protest by sucking him off right there, in the open, on the pier where they’d held Chin and Malia’s wedding reception and it’s all sorts of wrong but fuck, it feels so good Danny wants never to come, wants Steve to do that thing with his tongue over and over again, that thing Danny’s sure Steve didn’t learn in SEAL school. It’s too filthy to be anything military.
Danny comes with his pants around his thighs and his hand in Steve’s hair, and then Steve comes with his own hand inside his boxers and his breath damp and heavy over Danny’s leg.
“I knew I’d get laid.”
Steve’s jacket fits okay on Danny’s shoulders but the sleeves are way too long and they keep on brushing across Steve’s face as Danny caresses his way around with curious fingertips, unable to help himself.
“No, no, I don’t think so, you cheated -”
“I didn’t cheat.”
“You did, you didn’t give me a chance to protest.”
“You’d have protested?”
“Maybe, okay, maybe, shut up now, c’mere.”
Danny tugs Steve up, and Steve is still on his knees between Danny’s feet but he leans in when Danny moves down, and the kiss is easy and sort of sweet, satisfying after a long day of not really being able to do even that. Danny doesn’t want to stop kissing Steve now that he’s doing it without the urgency of getting off, but Steve pulls away, giving Danny a few short kisses before speaking up.
“Dance with me, Danny.”
Steve is whispering against Danny’s lips, not pleading, simply asking, and the night is dark but they’re still surrounded by the fairy lights and it’s so fucking pretty, it makes Danny’s heart ache. And they’re alone and the tone of Steve’s voice makes it really hard to say no.
Steve picks the song, going through the racks of CDs they brought in from the house after the DJ left, and when he’s decided he pops the CD in the little player they brought along. And really, really, Danny should laugh and call Steve the biggest goof in the universe when the song starts because it’s so fucking cheesy but he can’t, not when Steve holds a hand out for Danny to take and he’s got that look on his face, the one that makes Danny’s eyes water sometimes.
So he doesn’t laugh but he punches Steve’s shoulder anyway as he settles in Steve’s arms, and they fit, they fit in a way Danny never fit with Rachel. And they move softly along to the words of Etta James and Danny chuckles, he can’t help it, when Steve hums the melody in his ear, a smile in his voice.
“You’re the most ridiculous human being I have ever met, Steve McGarrett. Of course you’d choose ‘At Last’, you romantic fool of a man.”
“Hmm.”
“Don’t fall asleep on me, Steven, I will not carry you, I will leave you right here.”
“Hush. Just. Until the end of the song, Danny.”
Danny takes a deep breath, nose buried in Steve’s bare shoulder, and he smells like the sea and the sun and it’s something glorious that Danny doesn’t want to forget.
“Okay.”
If he had to, he’d shut up until the end of his life for Steve McGarrett. But as he kisses Steve’s shoulder, a dry press of lips against damp skin, he just smiles. He’ll never tell him that. It’d make him way too happy.
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating: R - ymmv
Summary: Chin gets married in Steve's - and Danny's - backyard. Steve is best man, wants to dance. Danny gets happily tipsy, pushes pineapple off his egg fried rice. Life can be not fucked up for a day, even when you're in Five-0.
Disclaimer: Don't own them, no harm intended, no profit made etc.
Word count: 2644
Author's note: A thousand thanks to Lizzie for looking this over thoroughly. Wrote this yesterday, after the whole day - and Tumblr - being all about the Royal Wedding, I had weddings in the head, and I like writing them, so yeah. I realize I like writing these - happy moments. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, comments are amazing and I love them a lot.
Danny has a - very healthy, thank you very much - but slight obsession with Steve wearing his dress blues. It's not Danny's fault, after all, if Steve looks stupidly handsome in them. And standing there next to Chin with a slight smirk on his face when he raises an eyebrow at Danny, well. Well, that's it, that's all Danny can think. He swallows and forces himself to turn to Kono, sitting next to him in a blue dress that looks gorgeous on her. Why does his team have to be so good-looking, they seriously are the bane of his existence, with all that…good-lookingness. And Kono smiles at him because she totally saw the exchange with Steve and she's going to be a detective one day, and Danny doesn't say anything, but grins back at her when she curls her hand around his arm and they stand as the music starts, announcing the arrival of the bride.
Chin looks nervous in that happy way, the way Danny remembers all too well. It's not going to happen again for him, but he's pretty fucking satisfied with how things have turned out for him anyway. At the end of the day, as long as there isn't any internal bleeding or brain damage, he finds himself happy to be going home with Steve, and not sticking any sort of label on top of all the issues in their relationship. Danny's sure that, if they tried, it'd end with some fight where he'd flail his hands a lot and yell a lot and Steve would bring the puppy eyes out, and even if Danny thinks he’s immunized because he has Gracie, he always get caught by the effectiveness of Steve’s.
Danny forces all those thoughts away when Malia appears at the French doors in a simple white dress that looks perfect on her, her arm curled around her father's, their hands joined. She looks stunning.
Danny's never been big on weddings - even his own - but when Kono sniffles next to him and hides her face in his shoulder, when Steve grins proudly as he passes the ring to Chin, when Chin says I do with a trembling in his voice and a look in his eyes that is so full of love Danny is wondering how it is not drowning the lot of them, Danny's quite pleased to be here. He wants to witness this, living breathing proof that they can have a life and be in Five-0, that they can be happy and that not everything is fucked up. He wants to remember this for the next time Steve gets shot and whines through everything that Danny does for him. Because it's worth it, as dysfunctional and stupid and painful as it is, it's worth it.
Chin's always been a very sensible man, but the first kiss is messy and loud and full of laughter and Danny laughs too as he watches and claps and hugs Kono tightly. She's still got tears in her eyes, the silly girl, she chokes when she says, "Can't help it, I love weddings," and Danny doesn't have the heart to mock her.
He falls into step with Steve when they all move out towards the pier built from Steve's private little beach into the water especially for the wedding. It opens up to a large dancefloor, twinkling lights everywhere, dangling in the late afternoon breeze, enough seats for the little party, tables full of food. They've all done well, because it looks gorgeous, just over the water like this, the white and purple flowers catching hues of gold and amber and violet in the falling sun.
"Commander."
"Detective."
"Don't think I didn’t see you tear up. Sap."
"Don't think I didn’t see you feel Kono up. Perv."
"I swear, something is really broken in your head."
"You love me."
"Whatever."
Steve doesn't answer, but when Danny steals a glance at his face, he's smiling, looking proud of himself. Danny rolls his eyes, brushing the back of Steve's hand with his own, finding himself smiling too when Steve grabs his fingers for a second, squeezing and then letting go. He would hold onto Steve's face and kiss him silly, but there are a lot of people milling around and Danny doesn't really fancy having to explain to all of them that Steve in his Navy uniform does things to him that his own dress blues are having a hard time hiding.
"Dance later?"
"What - what was that, Steven? You want to dance? I never thought I'd see the day, but no, no thank you. I do not dance unless I am heavily influenced by alcohol, or torture, and even if some of your bedroom manners can be considered torture, I will not dance with you."
Steve looks sort of offended, through the amusement, and it's a look Danny has learned to recognize and decipher a long time ago.
"My bedroom manners are fine."
"See, this is where you’re wrong, because anyone who thinks it’s okay to wake his partner up at five in the morning on a Sunday, even for sex, has terrible, horrible bedroom manners. But I know I cannot make you see the light, because, like I said, your head is broken, and there are no words in the world that can help with that."
"I promise to sleep until seven next Sunday if you shut up now."
"Progress! I have to go and give my congratulations anyway. Go and be pretty in a corner, Commander."
He knows exactly what it does to Steve when he calls him that and right now he does it on purpose, almost petty, because Steve is wearing his uniform and it's just unfair, okay, it's not fair at all when Danny has to be respectable and everything because he's representing NJ PD at this wedding and he can't just dry-hump his partner on the dance floor.
Danny spends some time just chatting with Chin and Malia, getting introduced to their family, and by God, Chin has a lot of family, but today it's mostly the closest ones here, not the whole lot of them coming from all sides of the island. They wanted something small, they kept on saying, which was why Steve offered his - their, nowadays, great, but not like Danny had a say in this - backyard for the ceremony and reception.
Danny's okay with it, he's not even mad. He doesn't really hold grudges. Plus, the food is ridiculously good, even though it's Hawaiian and Danny spies some bits of fruit where they have no business being. He eats heartily anyway, pushing every piece of pineapple he sees onto Steve's plate. With Steve being the best man and Danny being Steve's partner, they're sitting right next to Chin and Malia, for which Danny is glad, because stunted conversation with family members he doesn’t know could end in such disaster he's just thankful he doesn't have to suffer through it.
"I still can't believe you chose him as your best man, Chin Ho."
Chin laughs, gives Danny a gentle look. For a cop, Chin is such a lamb. He could have been a teacher with those eyes and that tone of voice, because when he replies it’s like he’s speaking to a little kid, and Danny would be annoyed if it wasn’t the man’s wedding day.
"Brah, Steve and I -"
"Have history, yes, yes, I know. You said that before. But I am the cuter of us two."
Steve laughs, and Danny turns to him sharply, his eyes narrowed. His words hold no heat when he speaks, though, low enough that Steve is the only one who can hear him.
"Keep on laughing and you're not getting laid tonight."
Steve gives Danny a look back, full of smugness and something else, too, something soft that makes everything a little blurry around the edges, something that Danny refuses to acknowledge most of the time because it'd get him into so much trouble if he allowed himself to think about it while they were at work. Then Steve toys with his tie, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, I think I am."
Fuck him for knowing Danny's weaknesses. His eyes jump down to Steve's throat, his long fingers over the knot of the dark blue tie, and Danny clenches his jaw because this is all so, so fucking unfair. For someone who wears ties on a daily basis, you'd think Danny would be used to them, but put one around Steve's neck and he's got to dig his fingers into his legs to keep himself from violating the man on the spot. Really. Unfair. Danny groans, turning his eyes away and looking down at his food. Food, yes, much better. Much safer.
Danny ends up watching Steve dance with a good three quarters of the women at the wedding reception, himself sitting at the edge of the pier, bare feet grazing the water. He’s good, warm, Steve’s suit jacket thrown over his shoulders because he didn’t take one himself, a little drunk, beer and wine and Champagne flowing through his veins, making his smiles loose.
“You sure you don’t want to dance?”
Danny leans back, feeling Steve’s legs against his back. He grins, closes his eyes for a second, opens them again. The fairy lights are mirrored in the dark water now, the night fully set in, and it’s gorgeous. Danny can see Steve’s shadow looming behind him, but it’s not scary. It’s safe. He wouldn’t ever say it to Steve, but he’s safe.
“Nope.”
“You’re drunk, though.”
“Not enough. And I promise you, my drunk-dancing is not something you want to witness.”
“Does it involve stripping?”
Steve moves, sits next to Danny, drapes an arm around Danny’s middle, and it would be perfectly casual if it wasn’t coming from McGarrett. His hand rests inside the suit jacket but over Danny’s shirt.
“Sometimes. I wouldn’t want to take the spotlight off Chin, you know. Bad idea. Very bad idea.”
“Hmm. You know, now, making you dance – with me or not – is going to become one of my missions.”
Danny lets out a sigh. It’s a wonder he still puts up with Steve, when he’s this put upon.
“And here we go, once again, I am stuck in the middle of one of McGarrett the crazy Navy SuperSEAL’s plans. God help me, maybe this time it won’t end with me getting shot at.”
“Come on, I don’t get you shot at always.”
“Just on a daily basis.”
Danny clamps his mouth shut when the words it’s okay, I love you anyway almost escape him. Not that they never say these things, but they usually don’t say them very consciously, and Danny is not drunk enough to be able to blame it on that. His sister and mother keep on telling him what an idiot he is, but he guesses that as long as things work well enough between him and Steve, he has no reason to try and fuck it up with too many feelings.
They stay around until most people have gone, until it’s only them left, Kono dragging a drunk Kamekona home and Chin and Malia having already disappeared hours ago. Danny remembers his wedding night - blurrily, but he remembers it, and he can’t blame the newlyweds for wanting a head start on it. Danny cleans up a little, mostly getting plates together, scraping leftover food in the bin, but it’s only a half-assed effort. He’s exhausted, it’s been a long day, and he’s only waiting for Steve to come back from his midnight dip in the water - the idiot jumped right from the pier after dropping pants and shirt on a chair. At least nobody fell off while drunk.
Danny would have liked the honor of taking that fucking tie off Steve himself, thank you, so now he’s a little bit annoyed, and he’s pretty much decided not to give in to Steve tonight, no, McGarrett always ruins everything by not following plans, and Danny likes plans, okay, he’s boring like that. But then Steve hauls himself up back on the pier and he’s dripping everywhere and his underwear is clinging to him and Danny drops the plate he’s been scraping to plaster himself against the infuriating SEAL who shares his life, his shirt wet and turning translucent as Steve kisses him.
Steve makes Danny forget about every single protest by sucking him off right there, in the open, on the pier where they’d held Chin and Malia’s wedding reception and it’s all sorts of wrong but fuck, it feels so good Danny wants never to come, wants Steve to do that thing with his tongue over and over again, that thing Danny’s sure Steve didn’t learn in SEAL school. It’s too filthy to be anything military.
Danny comes with his pants around his thighs and his hand in Steve’s hair, and then Steve comes with his own hand inside his boxers and his breath damp and heavy over Danny’s leg.
“I knew I’d get laid.”
Steve’s jacket fits okay on Danny’s shoulders but the sleeves are way too long and they keep on brushing across Steve’s face as Danny caresses his way around with curious fingertips, unable to help himself.
“No, no, I don’t think so, you cheated -”
“I didn’t cheat.”
“You did, you didn’t give me a chance to protest.”
“You’d have protested?”
“Maybe, okay, maybe, shut up now, c’mere.”
Danny tugs Steve up, and Steve is still on his knees between Danny’s feet but he leans in when Danny moves down, and the kiss is easy and sort of sweet, satisfying after a long day of not really being able to do even that. Danny doesn’t want to stop kissing Steve now that he’s doing it without the urgency of getting off, but Steve pulls away, giving Danny a few short kisses before speaking up.
“Dance with me, Danny.”
Steve is whispering against Danny’s lips, not pleading, simply asking, and the night is dark but they’re still surrounded by the fairy lights and it’s so fucking pretty, it makes Danny’s heart ache. And they’re alone and the tone of Steve’s voice makes it really hard to say no.
Steve picks the song, going through the racks of CDs they brought in from the house after the DJ left, and when he’s decided he pops the CD in the little player they brought along. And really, really, Danny should laugh and call Steve the biggest goof in the universe when the song starts because it’s so fucking cheesy but he can’t, not when Steve holds a hand out for Danny to take and he’s got that look on his face, the one that makes Danny’s eyes water sometimes.
So he doesn’t laugh but he punches Steve’s shoulder anyway as he settles in Steve’s arms, and they fit, they fit in a way Danny never fit with Rachel. And they move softly along to the words of Etta James and Danny chuckles, he can’t help it, when Steve hums the melody in his ear, a smile in his voice.
“You’re the most ridiculous human being I have ever met, Steve McGarrett. Of course you’d choose ‘At Last’, you romantic fool of a man.”
“Hmm.”
“Don’t fall asleep on me, Steven, I will not carry you, I will leave you right here.”
“Hush. Just. Until the end of the song, Danny.”
Danny takes a deep breath, nose buried in Steve’s bare shoulder, and he smells like the sea and the sun and it’s something glorious that Danny doesn’t want to forget.
“Okay.”
If he had to, he’d shut up until the end of his life for Steve McGarrett. But as he kisses Steve’s shoulder, a dry press of lips against damp skin, he just smiles. He’ll never tell him that. It’d make him way too happy.
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Date: 2011-05-02 12:54 pm (UTC)So many things I loved about this -- Steve lending Danny his jacket, the dancing, the kinks, OMG the kinks, I understand, Danny, I understand all about the dress blues, okay, I do. This exchange:
"Commander."
"Detective."
I don't know why it made me as happy as it did, but I was literally squirming with pleasure. Oh, boys!! I adored this entire thing, so very much. <333
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Date: 2011-05-02 01:00 pm (UTC)=DDD Thanks for reading and commenting!
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Date: 2011-05-02 01:39 pm (UTC)In a good way.
In all the wrong ways.
Just... Wayyyyyy killing me.
Thankee.
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Date: 2011-05-02 02:55 pm (UTC)I love Chin and Malia too, I wish they were around more! Also, I hope their situation gets resolved in the show...they deserve some happy!
Thanks for reading =D.
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Date: 2011-05-02 09:49 pm (UTC)This was just so prettyyy. It made me all kinds of happy. (Danny needs to get over himself, he knows he wants to move in with Steve, Goddang!) ♥
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Date: 2011-05-03 05:26 am (UTC)Oh, he's already moved in with Steve in this, Danny's just a melodramatic diva, as we know!
I'm glad you liked it! Thanks so much for reading.