That non-committal noise from Steve makes something go all goofy in his chest, like his heart just decided to give up and flop over for a while. Just like the way Steve leans, just slightly, into his head, making Danny's fingers press in a little harder, blunt nails running over scalp in narrow ovals. "I'm sorry," he says, "was that a request to move?"
He seriously doubts it, with the way Steve is still lying all curled up into him, not far enough away to not be touching, to not be sharing the same space, air, inches of bed.
Which is funny, how it doesn't seem all that, exactly, weird. They fell into this with a bang, pushed in by an explosion, but this part, the quiet part, after the fire and desperation, this is the part that should be awkward. Right? Suddenly finding himself naked in Steve's bed, shouldn't that have taken more getting used to? Shouldn't it have been odd, uncomfortable?
Instead, it feels like anything else with Steve; easy. Easy to reach out and touch him the way Danny wants to, the way he's not allowed to, can't, during the day. Fingers running through clipped brown hair, over smooth tan skin and ink. Along the slope of shoulders and back. All the parts of Steve that are off limits, in daylight.
That Steve lets him is a never-ending source of amazement to Danny. That he lies here, allows it, even encourages it, enjoys it, is something Danny never thought he'd see, and it is amazing. Simple, compared to everything else, but full of a blissful contentment. When he'd be happy doing this for hours. Fingers in Steve's hair, Steve drifting towards sleep and relaxation almost on top of him. Quiet moments stolen from a life full of explosions and panic. But still his.
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He seriously doubts it, with the way Steve is still lying all curled up into him, not far enough away to not be touching, to not be sharing the same space, air, inches of bed.
Which is funny, how it doesn't seem all that, exactly, weird. They fell into this with a bang, pushed in by an explosion, but this part, the quiet part, after the fire and desperation, this is the part that should be awkward. Right? Suddenly finding himself naked in Steve's bed, shouldn't that have taken more getting used to? Shouldn't it have been odd, uncomfortable?
Instead, it feels like anything else with Steve; easy. Easy to reach out and touch him the way Danny wants to, the way he's not allowed to, can't, during the day. Fingers running through clipped brown hair, over smooth tan skin and ink. Along the slope of shoulders and back. All the parts of Steve that are off limits, in daylight.
That Steve lets him is a never-ending source of amazement to Danny. That he lies here, allows it, even encourages it, enjoys it, is something Danny never thought he'd see, and it is amazing. Simple, compared to everything else, but full of a blissful contentment. When he'd be happy doing this for hours. Fingers in Steve's hair, Steve drifting towards sleep and relaxation almost on top of him. Quiet moments stolen from a life full of explosions and panic. But still his.