It's so stupid, but he can't help it. Smiling. Little and goofy and it's just this absurd, insane affection, this bizarre fondness for his partner and best friend, who has spent more hours dragging Danny out of his own head than he really wants to consider.
It's pulling at his mouth, tugging the corners up and out, lips together until they have to open because he's laughing low under his breath. Eyes creasing, tracking over Steve's face. "Hey, you're the one who opened the floor."
The one who said talk to me, Danny, when Danny would have been more than happy to just let it all go, try to forget it, buried there in Steve's skin and the curve of his neck. "From what I remember, I was pretty fine right where I was. And busy."
His free hand lifts to find the one Steve's got at his chin, and he ducks his head a little, eyes leaving Steve's briefly, while he concentrates, runs lips along one finger, pauses, takes the tip in his mouth between light teeth, and lets it go again after a second's focus. Every breath deliberate.
Because he's not going anywhere right now, and neither is Steve, and that's what he wants. To be right here. To get to kiss fingertips, and the thin skin just above Steve's pulse, and his mouth, and his shoulder.
Who would be in a hurry to leave any of this?
The rules can throw themselves out a window. He doesn't care. Doesn't give a shit what the Governor thinks, what the military thinks. Kono and Chin's opinions would matter, but he has enough respect for Kono and Chin to think they wouldn't argue. Anyone who would say this shouldn't, can't happen can die in a fire. Screw the rules. None of them mean anything compared to this. Compared to the way Steve is looking at him, heavy-lidded eyes and faint smiles, warm and wanting and still just this side of dubious.
It's Steve. They throw out all the rules anyway.
And rules can't hold a candle to the taste of Steve's skin when he leans down to find his collarbone, track it light with his mouth, before pushing back up, just far enough to kiss him. Still trying to keep his smile under check. Even now, even with all this, even with questions and no answers and rules and not knowing.
He can't help it. It's a stupid giddy bubble, and his lips are still tugging when he's leaning to kiss him again. "See, I knew I got interrupted from something."
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Date: 2013-03-02 04:29 am (UTC)It's pulling at his mouth, tugging the corners up and out, lips together until they have to open because he's laughing low under his breath. Eyes creasing, tracking over Steve's face. "Hey, you're the one who opened the floor."
The one who said talk to me, Danny, when Danny would have been more than happy to just let it all go, try to forget it, buried there in Steve's skin and the curve of his neck. "From what I remember, I was pretty fine right where I was. And busy."
His free hand lifts to find the one Steve's got at his chin, and he ducks his head a little, eyes leaving Steve's briefly, while he concentrates, runs lips along one finger, pauses, takes the tip in his mouth between light teeth, and lets it go again after a second's focus. Every breath deliberate.
Because he's not going anywhere right now, and neither is Steve, and that's what he wants. To be right here. To get to kiss fingertips, and the thin skin just above Steve's pulse, and his mouth, and his shoulder.
Who would be in a hurry to leave any of this?
The rules can throw themselves out a window. He doesn't care. Doesn't give a shit what the Governor thinks, what the military thinks. Kono and Chin's opinions would matter, but he has enough respect for Kono and Chin to think they wouldn't argue. Anyone who would say this shouldn't, can't happen can die in a fire. Screw the rules. None of them mean anything compared to this. Compared to the way Steve is looking at him, heavy-lidded eyes and faint smiles, warm and wanting and still just this side of dubious.
It's Steve. They throw out all the rules anyway.
And rules can't hold a candle to the taste of Steve's skin when he leans down to find his collarbone, track it light with his mouth, before pushing back up, just far enough to kiss him. Still trying to keep his smile under check. Even now, even with all this, even with questions and no answers and rules and not knowing.
He can't help it. It's a stupid giddy bubble, and his lips are still tugging when he's leaning to kiss him again. "See, I knew I got interrupted from something."