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Date: 2012-12-01 11:02 pm (UTC)
thebesteverseen: (Smug Bastard)
It should not be so sweet and victorious. Those three words, smoldering coals drug from Danny's mouth. But, oh, it is.

When Danny's pulling away, and Steve follows suit with no more than the fingers and hand lifting from his skin. Not that the words don't shove int the same direction. But if one of them can pull away, then both of them can, and they can stop doing this right in front of God and all. Even if at least a third of of that equation, maybe a half if he was lucky, were sleeping. But still. Unnecessary risks.

When Steve's snorting, as he looks up at the red light and lets his hands settle back on the wheel. Regards Danny from one side, without the faintest remorse in mind. Voice drift thick and mocking. "I'm just calling it how I saw it. You can tell me I'm wrong--" But there's nothing in his voice to even hint he'd listen or that Steve would believe it in the slightest, when he's rolling on.

"--But I'd hate for you to go on thinking my observation skills were as incapacitated as my free will."

Green light. Which sends the camaro, with a squeal of tires, back into motion, blowing down the street, outracing the wind with Steve at the helm only barely not breaking into a smile as he stared between the long dark road they all ran toward and Danny over there in alternating light and dark, depending on street lamps and shadows.
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