There's a pause, like they've hit the eye of the storm, but it can't last, because they're both strung tight, now, wound to a shivering tension, and that's always a sign of explosions to come, but he can take a second, now. Breathe, like he hasn't been able to since that girl just about fell into Steve's lap, and then looked disappointed that she hadn't.
Breathe, and let his hands move a little from their death-grip on Steve's body, the back of his head. Fingers sliding from short, coarse brown hair to the nape of his neck, to the cradle of the curve at his shoulder. Relax his other arm, let his hand stray to the vulnerable small of Steve's back.
Feeling a little less insane, a little less like the whole world is going to pay for the actions of a few aggravating girls in a bar, but Steve's still close and still looking at him, licking his lip, and that's a whole other kind of insanity, one he's still not sure he's used to. After weeks. Getting to find his way along all the lines and curves and planes of Steve's body, ending up here more nights than not. It's all still a rush, unbelievable. And Steve thinks there was no reason for Danny to worry?
He licks at his own lip, feeling a little wild around the edges, but the pieces are starting to pull back together, shrinking the world down to the room, the darkness, Steve against him, the pounding of his heart, frantically chasing down the air he can finally breathe.
"Just so you know, you shouldn't take this as an invitation to flirt with people in bars."
Just because Steve enjoyed himself doesn't mean Danny wants to go through this every time they go out in public.
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Date: 2012-12-02 09:56 pm (UTC)Breathe, and let his hands move a little from their death-grip on Steve's body, the back of his head. Fingers sliding from short, coarse brown hair to the nape of his neck, to the cradle of the curve at his shoulder. Relax his other arm, let his hand stray to the vulnerable small of Steve's back.
Feeling a little less insane, a little less like the whole world is going to pay for the actions of a few aggravating girls in a bar, but Steve's still close and still looking at him, licking his lip, and that's a whole other kind of insanity, one he's still not sure he's used to. After weeks. Getting to find his way along all the lines and curves and planes of Steve's body, ending up here more nights than not. It's all still a rush, unbelievable. And Steve thinks there was no reason for Danny to worry?
He licks at his own lip, feeling a little wild around the edges, but the pieces are starting to pull back together, shrinking the world down to the room, the darkness, Steve against him, the pounding of his heart, frantically chasing down the air he can finally breathe.
"Just so you know, you shouldn't take this as an invitation to flirt with people in bars."
Just because Steve enjoyed himself doesn't mean Danny wants to go through this every time they go out in public.