So much better. When Danny's insulted, looking momentarily outraged. If outrage can even exist in that emotions splashes all over Danny's face. The flushed skin and the brilliant brightness Steve wants to lick off his skin, wants to bow his head and brush his nose again, and whisper into Danny's ear everything starting to slowly etch itself right beneath Steve's veins.
Coming for him. What he wants to do. Is going to do to Danny. For Danny. Until he can't even remember this minute.
Or his name. Or the ability to press his lips and hold his tongue. When he's too distracted to even consider it.
But he doesn't. When the hell does he give Danny warning anyway? Not in the camaro, not with the windows, not with suspects. He can find his feet. Seriously disastrous smirk hanging on his lips about as well as his pants are hanging off his hips, when he's dragging Danny with him. This akimbo of feet that he half neatly steps out of, half planned retreat jumps from, untangling like it's nothing. Heart keeping time somewhere in his ears.
When his hand hasn't let Danny's pants, only curling into the material, pulling him harder. Goofy with it when his other hand is finding Danny's far shoulder and hassling him with the same pull. Not even really waiting for Danny to get his feet under him before he's pulling at both. Being a hassle in Danny's space, as Steve's only getting his own feet under him. "That's lot a talk, with absolutely no walk. On your feet, Williams.
"Unless you've already managed to forget where the bed is since you brought it up."
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Date: 2013-05-27 04:56 pm (UTC)Coming for him. What he wants to do. Is going to do to Danny. For Danny. Until he can't even remember this minute.
Or his name. Or the ability to press his lips and hold his tongue. When he's too distracted to even consider it.
But he doesn't. When the hell does he give Danny warning anyway? Not in the camaro, not with the windows, not with suspects. He can find his feet. Seriously disastrous smirk hanging on his lips about as well as his pants are hanging off his hips, when he's dragging Danny with him. This akimbo of feet that he half neatly steps out of, half planned retreat jumps from, untangling like it's nothing. Heart keeping time somewhere in his ears.
When his hand hasn't let Danny's pants, only curling into the material, pulling him harder. Goofy with it when his other hand is finding Danny's far shoulder and hassling him with the same pull. Not even really waiting for Danny to get his feet under him before he's pulling at both. Being a hassle in Danny's space, as Steve's only getting his own feet under him. "That's lot a talk, with absolutely no walk. On your feet, Williams.
"Unless you've already managed to forget where the bed is since you brought it up."