Danny puff's up, wordy, with heavy denials, and Steve is failing, entirely, not smiling.
Even if he might be trying to press his lips together to let it out entirely. But that, that is so much better, too. He doesn't mind which words Danny says, which subject he decides to talk about, to lodge in his skin, but more of them. He needs more of Danny, and more of Danny's words, or less of then, but Danny loose and easy, ready to sleep, not so silent, so trigger tight Steve begin's to think of him more as a threatening bomb than a person.
But that thought doesn't stay, when Danny fingers are widening on his skin, covering more ground while Danny rolls it off as being superficial. As thought Danny has more than two or three inches of superficial bone in his body. He likes attention, of course. He likes a pretty face, as much as the next man. And he likes the two together, because who wouldn't. But Danny Williams couldn't live on a buffet of that.
Steve hasn't even ever seen him give more than twenty or thirty minutes of a night to that. Before the rest kicked in. Before everything a pretty wasn't, didn't measure to kicked in.
Which makes it even more hilarious, mocking and disagreeing, even when his voice simply dips warmer. "At least you're admitting that now." There's a laugh, rumbling in his chest and falling out free all in Danny's hair.
Even though it doesn't sound like Steve ever had cause to doubt. Or ever did. And maybe he didn't. Hasn't. Ever. But maybe it's nice to hear it fall out of Danny's mouth. Even as insult. A good half of the best things to ever fall out Danny's open mouth were. "And that's, what? Half the war, already?"
As though Danny could ever be won by a pretty face, as though Steve ever gave his own face and physique a moment's benefit of the doubt to even mattering where it came to Danny, long before now, before coming home. Danny who had seen his face every single day in and out. Seen him get rid of clothes in the name of cases as much beaten to a pulp and in need of rescue from Wo Fat. If anything it was one of the things he probably thought mattered the least, didn't register in the line of important things to Danny right after guy, partner, boss.
This was Danny, after all. Who had fits about cups of coffee Steve forgot to even have over meals he forgot to offer to buy.
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Date: 2013-06-07 12:50 am (UTC)Even if he might be trying to press his lips together to let it out entirely. But that, that is so much better, too. He doesn't mind which words Danny says, which subject he decides to talk about, to lodge in his skin, but more of them. He needs more of Danny, and more of Danny's words, or less of then, but Danny loose and easy, ready to sleep, not so silent, so trigger tight Steve begin's to think of him more as a threatening bomb than a person.
But that thought doesn't stay, when Danny fingers are widening on his skin, covering more ground while Danny rolls it off as being superficial. As thought Danny has more than two or three inches of superficial bone in his body. He likes attention, of course. He likes a pretty face, as much as the next man. And he likes the two together, because who wouldn't. But Danny Williams couldn't live on a buffet of that.
Steve hasn't even ever seen him give more than twenty or thirty minutes of a night to that.
Before the rest kicked in. Before everything a pretty wasn't, didn't measure to kicked in.
Which makes it even more hilarious, mocking and disagreeing, even when his voice simply dips warmer.
"At least you're admitting that now." There's a laugh, rumbling in his chest and falling out free all in Danny's hair.
Even though it doesn't sound like Steve ever had cause to doubt. Or ever did. And maybe he didn't. Hasn't. Ever. But maybe it's nice to hear it fall out of Danny's mouth. Even as insult. A good half of the best things to ever fall out Danny's open mouth were. "And that's, what? Half the war, already?"
As though Danny could ever be won by a pretty face, as though Steve ever gave his own face and physique a moment's benefit of the doubt to even mattering where it came to Danny, long before now, before coming home. Danny who had seen his face every single day in and out. Seen him get rid of clothes in the name of cases as much beaten to a pulp and in need of rescue from Wo Fat. If anything it was one of the things he probably thought mattered the least, didn't register in the line of important things to Danny right after guy, partner, boss.
This was Danny, after all. Who had fits about cups of coffee Steve forgot to even have over meals he forgot to offer to buy.