His fingers have to end up in Danny's hair. There isn't any other way. Sliding back easy, through it, against the curve of his head. When this time it's not about holding him still, or keeping him there. About holding on, or holding him from getting away. When for a moment all of the tiniest things making this up are precious and perfect and so fragile, the way a vase or a glass is right before it smashes into the floor.
Right when you can remember everything it was, before it was broken apart, changed forever, irreparable.
The soft warm way Danny's lips part. The way Danny never, actually, kisses with just his mouth. It's a full contact sport, even smooth and small and simple like this. The heavy, but unweighted drag of Danny's fingers dragging against the sharp rise of stubble, the skin under it and along it. The way he turns, the way he leans in, taking as much as he's giving. Forgetting the world and all his words at once.
Like nothing in the movie, or in anything he was saying, the bluster and the bitching, was as important as thing. As Steve kissing him, as kissing Steve back. The way it makes Steve feel the stirring impulse lacing out already. The want to pull him even closer. Under or over, and just. Just closer. Like he could feel cracks he'd pressed into the glass just minutes ago, begging for it to break, trying to pulls it apart at every weak seam, and where it should have broken, and where it didn't, and how he still had this. How Danny was....Danny.
The only person to stand up to him and scream at him, get in his way, shout him down, fight him down no matter that he couldn't match him, or didn't look like he should be able to. Who he listened to for something beside rank and responsibility. The only person who could get him to come down. From destroy anything, even himself. Even....them? This? Is it a them. He laughed at the earlier term. He was pissed at the idea he could offer Danny nothing. But Danny is still here.
Danny is here and saying he'll do whatever it takes to keep this. Even if it gets out.
And Steve can almost look at that clearly. Through a haze of tension and uncertainty about the whole concept.
Maybe not the concept itself. Maybe not all of Five-0 and the Governor and Rachel and everyone knowing. Maybe at least the part where Danny, the middle grade of five feet and never anything less but attacking the world and holding out tenaciously against the world taking his things from him, might have decided Steve was one of those things. Even more. And that Steve didn't get a vote in it either. Somehow.
For some reason that was too complicated to consider while Danny was kissing him. While his lips were smooth and slightly wet, while the world existing melted. Until he had to take a breath and could open his eyes, stare a little windedly and little dazzed at the man in his arms, like he wasn't just holding on because it was the only thing he could do. The only one that made any sense, or felt right at the very bottom of whatever else be Actually Right.
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Date: 2013-05-09 12:15 pm (UTC)Right when you can remember everything it was, before it was broken apart, changed forever, irreparable.
The soft warm way Danny's lips part. The way Danny never, actually, kisses with just his mouth. It's a full contact sport, even smooth and small and simple like this. The heavy, but unweighted drag of Danny's fingers dragging against the sharp rise of stubble, the skin under it and along it. The way he turns, the way he leans in, taking as much as he's giving. Forgetting the world and all his words at once.
Like nothing in the movie, or in anything he was saying, the bluster and the bitching, was as important as thing. As Steve kissing him, as kissing Steve back. The way it makes Steve feel the stirring impulse lacing out already. The want to pull him even closer. Under or over, and just. Just closer. Like he could feel cracks he'd pressed into the glass just minutes ago, begging for it to break, trying to pulls it apart at every weak seam, and where it should have broken, and where it didn't, and how he still had this. How Danny was....Danny.
The only person to stand up to him and scream at him, get in his way, shout him down, fight him down no matter that he couldn't match him, or didn't look like he should be able to. Who he listened to for something beside rank and responsibility. The only person who could get him to come down. From destroy anything, even himself. Even....them? This? Is it a them. He laughed at the earlier term. He was pissed at the idea he could offer Danny nothing. But Danny is still here.
Danny is here and saying he'll do whatever it takes to keep this. Even if it gets out.
And Steve can almost look at that clearly. Through a haze of tension and uncertainty about the whole concept.
Maybe not the concept itself. Maybe not all of Five-0 and the Governor and Rachel and everyone knowing. Maybe at least the part where Danny, the middle grade of five feet and never anything less but attacking the world and holding out tenaciously against the world taking his things from him, might have decided Steve was one of those things. Even more. And that Steve didn't get a vote in it either. Somehow.
For some reason that was too complicated to consider while Danny was kissing him. While his lips were smooth and slightly wet, while the world existing melted. Until he had to take a breath and could open his eyes, stare a little windedly and little dazzed at the man in his arms, like he wasn't just holding on because it was the only thing he could do. The only one that made any sense, or felt right at the very bottom of whatever else be Actually Right.