It's easy, almost too easy to drag Danny's attention from the movie. It's not like he's engrossed in it, or even sounded earlier like he cared about it. But even so, the whole maybe ten second between huffing down and Steve words, before Danny's head shifts a little in relation to his. To his vision trying to find Steve closer, before it does. Find him, leave the tv.
End up focused on his mouth in a way that suddenly makes Steve's lungs expand with a flush of a different kind of warmth. Surprising and a little unsure, but along with a more common wash of reactions. Even if they were just kissing outside. For whatever those count. Both of them. The one standing up, and the small lingering ones from Danny while he was sitting. This is different. Again. Entirely, completely, wholly, familiarly different from those.
When Danny's breath seems to flee him and his eyes don't raised until after the words have already fallen out of his mouth. Like they completely forgot to have any grace, any shame, and Steve needs neither. God. He doesn't even know how he deserves that still. How this is still here. In Danny. Written on his face. Even when Danny's eyes flick back up, finally, like he's innocent, like Steve didn't clock every second of that inability to look away from his mouth.
"How should I know?" Steve asked, letting his voice go slow and low, unflinchingly meeting Danny's eyes.
Dark blue, but something amused sparking there, because he knows this. He knows how to do these things at least. To lean in another half inch saying, "I said you were talking--" Let his free hand lift and find the other side of Danny's face, tilting his head more this way. Until Steve's nose brushes Danny's, the skin under his cheek beneath his eye. "--I never said I was listening."
The smirk, forming like a flick of light, warm and slow across his mouth, smugly at his own words. But only for the breath of a second, only long enough to let them register, the first reaction in his eyes or shift of movement, before Steve slides his fingers further back along Danny's jaw and pulls him into a kiss.
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Date: 2013-05-08 02:56 am (UTC)End up focused on his mouth in a way that suddenly makes Steve's lungs expand with a flush of a different kind of warmth. Surprising and a little unsure, but along with a more common wash of reactions. Even if they were just kissing outside. For whatever those count. Both of them. The one standing up, and the small lingering ones from Danny while he was sitting. This is different. Again. Entirely, completely, wholly, familiarly different from those.
When Danny's breath seems to flee him and his eyes don't raised until after the words have already fallen out of his mouth. Like they completely forgot to have any grace, any shame, and Steve needs neither. God. He doesn't even know how he deserves that still. How this is still here. In Danny. Written on his face. Even when Danny's eyes flick back up, finally, like he's innocent, like Steve didn't clock every second of that inability to look away from his mouth.
"How should I know?" Steve asked, letting his voice go slow and low, unflinchingly meeting Danny's eyes.
Dark blue, but something amused sparking there, because he knows this. He knows how to do these things at least. To lean in another half inch saying, "I said you were talking--" Let his free hand lift and find the other side of Danny's face, tilting his head more this way. Until Steve's nose brushes Danny's, the skin under his cheek beneath his eye. "--I never said I was listening."
The smirk, forming like a flick of light, warm and slow across his mouth, smugly at his own words. But only for the breath of a second, only long enough to let them register, the first reaction in his eyes or shift of movement, before Steve slides his fingers further back along Danny's jaw and pulls him into a kiss.