There. Finally. Cracking a smile, that crooked one that pulls across Steve's face like it's being tugged by a train engine across warped tracks. Loosening up past 'stiff as a board' and shifting like a quiet earthquake, pulling Danny further into his personal gravity well, long arm snaking further around Danny's shoulders, and it's more than a little like the way he manhandles Danny into a comfortable spot in bed, like Danny's just a larger version of the stuffed animals even Steve must have had, once upon a time.
Tucking his head close, close enough Danny can feel the warm puff of his breath, close enough that it would take hardly anything, barely a lean forward or anything other than just turning his head a little more, to capture that crooked curve and smooth it into a kiss, and he thinks about it. Eyes dropping to catch on Steve's mouth, that low tone teasing and coaxing at the hairs on the back of his neck.
Mocking. Amused. Leaps and bounds from the walled off silence he'd first walked into, the bucket of ice water Steve kept tipping over his head outside. Letting him fit himself into Steve's side, free hand dropping to rest on Steve's leg, instead of an armrest, fingers casually curving over Steve's knee.
"What did I just say?"
Arguing against Steve being so stupid as to talk now, whether he was before or not, when Danny knows that the things that come out of Steve's mouth aren't anywhere near the reason he's currently focused on it -- still is, even when his eyes lift. it's the arrogant smirks, the subtle tugs, the frowns and full brilliance of his smiles. It starts rolling around in his chest, warm and wistful, a fragile thing like blown glass that could crack at any time, under the slightest pressure, and it still keeps managing to survive being drop-kicked off cliffs and hitting bottom at terminal velocity.
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Date: 2013-05-08 02:24 am (UTC)Tucking his head close, close enough Danny can feel the warm puff of his breath, close enough that it would take hardly anything, barely a lean forward or anything other than just turning his head a little more, to capture that crooked curve and smooth it into a kiss, and he thinks about it. Eyes dropping to catch on Steve's mouth, that low tone teasing and coaxing at the hairs on the back of his neck.
Mocking. Amused. Leaps and bounds from the walled off silence he'd first walked into, the bucket of ice water Steve kept tipping over his head outside. Letting him fit himself into Steve's side, free hand dropping to rest on Steve's leg, instead of an armrest, fingers casually curving over Steve's knee.
"What did I just say?"
Arguing against Steve being so stupid as to talk now, whether he was before or not, when Danny knows that the things that come out of Steve's mouth aren't anywhere near the reason he's currently focused on it -- still is, even when his eyes lift. it's the arrogant smirks, the subtle tugs, the frowns and full brilliance of his smiles. It starts rolling around in his chest, warm and wistful, a fragile thing like blown glass that could crack at any time, under the slightest pressure, and it still keeps managing to survive being drop-kicked off cliffs and hitting bottom at terminal velocity.