It's insane. Is really what it is. Danny had a hundred words back about forty seconds before all Steve could squeeze out was one, like it was suffocating him for that, and from there, Danny's words seem to fail. Danny, who slips into repeating himself, not that it's new. But repeating something small, seeming almost winded by it. By words it seems like he said only a short time, ago, but Steve isn't placing anything but this second.
This one here where suddenly Danny's shouldesr seem to give like dam bursting suddenly, slumping part of his spine and maybe his will. And Steve knows in some distant part of himself he may never really deserve whatever the hell, however the hell Danny manages to shoulder enough whatever he calls it, they call it, anyone does, to smack him back down when he gets angry, when he gets out of control, when he ---
Suddenly forgets everything in his head, when Danny's knees give a ominous snap that doesn't stop his concerned remembrance, that Danny shouldn't even be stuck in this position so long, from being just as shut up as his head, when Danny's got his fingers on his neck and his mouth back on Steve. When the struggle to remember, and the want to get him going a little haywire on the slow, firm way he's being kissed.
Like a reminder. Like the pin in a point. Like...like Danny can't stop after a second. Even once this moment is continuing to inflate the space in Steve's chest too far. When Steve's fingers tighten across Danny's, and all he can do is give over to this one. Not stampede it, not take over, not force it any deeper, or harder, or more intense. Not even to do more than put a breath out through his nose, that might related to snort only by coming from a breath of air.
There's no fire, no point, when Steve pulls back barely. Only from Danny's mouth. Not from his face, not from that hand cupping his neck and not away from Danny. Just enough to have his mouth back. Enough to be able to open his eyes and see Danny's face. This washed out something, exhaustion and relief so bright it's almost blinding. To reach up his free hand for Danny's shirt without an aim.
"We get should get you up," It's quiet. Maybe as much a comment about some point, as it is distraction, as it is just common sense. Maybe it's the closest he come to saying he's sorry for this, any of this that is smashed across Danny features and his eyes and that kiss, like it's fragile and for a moment it was breakable and, even worse, gone. As close as he can come without taking it back. Ever being able to.
Fingers catching up from there to Danny's shoulder, even without pushing him. Solid, there. Just like he's re-equating himself with Danny being solid. Real. Like he could push it and make him move, but he doesn't. Doesn't push him, doesn't move him, doesn't look away, or pull away any more than that quarter of an inch, half an inch between their mouths. Letting his voice roll out too rusty to be sharp enough for the mocking he may be trying for yet. "You'll be bitching all night if you stay like this."
But, at least. At least he's giving that Danny's going nowhere? That's. Something, right? That he's a damn idiot sometimes, but that he does understand Danny isn't going anywhere, is putting it out there, that he does, that Danny doesn't have to go anywhere, if he isn't.
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Date: 2013-05-05 04:18 am (UTC)This one here where suddenly Danny's shouldesr seem to give like dam bursting suddenly, slumping part of his spine and maybe his will. And Steve knows in some distant part of himself he may never really deserve whatever the hell, however the hell Danny manages to shoulder enough whatever he calls it, they call it, anyone does, to smack him back down when he gets angry, when he gets out of control, when he ---
Suddenly forgets everything in his head, when Danny's knees give a ominous snap that doesn't stop his concerned remembrance, that Danny shouldn't even be stuck in this position so long, from being just as shut up as his head, when Danny's got his fingers on his neck and his mouth back on Steve. When the struggle to remember, and the want to get him going a little haywire on the slow, firm way he's being kissed.
Like a reminder. Like the pin in a point. Like...like Danny can't stop after a second. Even once this moment is continuing to inflate the space in Steve's chest too far. When Steve's fingers tighten across Danny's, and all he can do is give over to this one. Not stampede it, not take over, not force it any deeper, or harder, or more intense. Not even to do more than put a breath out through his nose, that might related to snort only by coming from a breath of air.
There's no fire, no point, when Steve pulls back barely. Only from Danny's mouth. Not from his face, not from that hand cupping his neck and not away from Danny. Just enough to have his mouth back. Enough to be able to open his eyes and see Danny's face. This washed out something, exhaustion and relief so bright it's almost blinding. To reach up his free hand for Danny's shirt without an aim.
"We get should get you up," It's quiet. Maybe as much a comment about some point, as it is distraction, as it is just common sense. Maybe it's the closest he come to saying he's sorry for this, any of this that is smashed across Danny features and his eyes and that kiss, like it's fragile and for a moment it was breakable and, even worse, gone. As close as he can come without taking it back. Ever being able to.
Fingers catching up from there to Danny's shoulder, even without pushing him. Solid, there. Just like he's re-equating himself with Danny being solid. Real. Like he could push it and make him move, but he doesn't. Doesn't push him, doesn't move him, doesn't look away, or pull away any more than that quarter of an inch, half an inch between their mouths. Letting his voice roll out too rusty to be sharp enough for the mocking he may be trying for yet. "You'll be bitching all night if you stay like this."
But, at least. At least he's giving that Danny's going nowhere? That's. Something, right? That he's a damn idiot sometimes, but that he does understand Danny isn't going anywhere, is putting it out there, that he does, that Danny doesn't have to go anywhere, if he isn't.