Steve doesn't approve. This isn't unusual for any given workday, and definitely not since he woke up this morning and had to have another of 'those appointments.' But this is not in the normal work around of expected things to come flying out of Danny's mouth. Steve's had his share of fucked up covers in his life, from the down right weird to the utterly memorized for months, but this was not one he'd ever thought someone, Danny, would necessitate.
It would serve Danny right if Steve grabbed his collar and kissed him for that. With the force of a mack truck and teeth, loaded with annoyance at Danny's choices.
Which is before Danny is sliding his hand up Steve's shirt, and leaning in on him, in an absolutely normal way that Steve wouldn't usually even give a damn about, but suddenly it's like every inch is something he's being asked to pay attention to and even begin to pretend is normal -- which and except it is? But not like something he'd ever react to, not with how Danny does it every day almost and never notices himself -- and do whatever it is Danny wants him to do.
Which he cap off with insulting the military through apology, making Steve shove out, low and testy, "You should be."
He's going to say it, without touching Danny, because Mr. Pickles is meowing at him for stoping, and Danny is still giving the cat the eye even now. It's not that that ground isn't unknown to the world, or him, but he'd rather have some warning before Danny decides to shove it in his face. Even as a cover excuse. A pale one. An easy one. For Steve's stalling and his lack of agreement. For wanting to know what the hell happened to any the sense his partner has.
(As much for the fact there are a load of things Danny has no clue about in any part of his duty, past or present, that dovetails this and exactly what rules it slams apart. Accelerations it would ruin. No one smart would. That's not even old. The knowledge, maybe. Not the choices. That's as recent as every phone call to come in.)
"Alright, Ms. Tennenbaum." Steve stepped forward, not wanting to know what Danny was going to try and get out his mouth next. "Ruth." It's rushed and maybe a little patronized, but widely turned toward trying to smile even it was tight. "It was very lovely to meet you. As you can see, we--" There's a raise of his hand from the back of the cat to gesture toward his chest and then back toward Danny. "--we're just getting settled in here." Doing god knows what.
Snooping on the neighbors with four cases of professional grade equipment that billionaires could afford but not normal citizens.
"Thank you for the cookies, but we'd--"
Except that she was starting to sit down in the kitchen chair, slowly like it was a labor, next to the plate of cookies she'd brought instead of walking toward them and the door. Rubbing a spot on her head, while saying, "I feel much safer knowing you boys are here. There's been a lot of crime in this building."
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Date: 2015-04-10 05:08 am (UTC)Steve doesn't approve. This isn't unusual for any given workday, and definitely not since he woke up this morning and had to have another of 'those appointments.' But this is not in the normal work around of expected things to come flying out of Danny's mouth. Steve's had his share of fucked up covers in his life, from the down right weird to the utterly memorized for months, but this was not one he'd ever thought someone, Danny, would necessitate.
Gay peeping tom. Gay. Peeping. Tom. That's just. Brilliant.
It would serve Danny right if Steve grabbed his collar and kissed him for that.
With the force of a mack truck and teeth, loaded with annoyance at Danny's choices.
Which is before Danny is sliding his hand up Steve's shirt, and leaning in on him, in an absolutely normal way that Steve wouldn't usually even give a damn about, but suddenly it's like every inch is something he's being asked to pay attention to and even begin to pretend is normal -- which and except it is? But not like something he'd ever react to, not with how Danny does it every day almost and never notices himself -- and do whatever it is Danny wants him to do.
Which he cap off with insulting the military through apology, making Steve shove out, low and testy, "You should be."
He's going to say it, without touching Danny, because Mr. Pickles is meowing at him for stoping, and Danny is still giving the cat the eye even now. It's not that that ground isn't unknown to the world, or him, but he'd rather have some warning before Danny decides to shove it in his face. Even as a cover excuse. A pale one. An easy one. For Steve's stalling and his lack of agreement. For wanting to know what the hell happened to any the sense his partner has.
(As much for the fact there are a load of things Danny has no clue about in any part of his duty, past or present, that dovetails this and exactly what rules it slams apart. Accelerations it would ruin. No one smart would. That's not even old. The knowledge, maybe. Not the choices. That's as recent as every phone call to come in.)
"Alright, Ms. Tennenbaum." Steve stepped forward, not wanting to know what Danny was going to try and get out his mouth next. "Ruth." It's rushed and maybe a little patronized, but widely turned toward trying to smile even it was tight. "It was very lovely to meet you. As you can see, we--" There's a raise of his hand from the back of the cat to gesture toward his chest and then back toward Danny. "--we're just getting settled in here." Doing god knows what.
Snooping on the neighbors with four cases of professional grade equipment that billionaires could afford but not normal citizens.
"Thank you for the cookies, but we'd--"
Except that she was starting to sit down in the kitchen chair, slowly like it was a labor, next to the plate of cookies she'd brought instead of walking toward them and the door. Rubbing a spot on her head, while saying, "I feel much safer knowing you boys are here. There's been a lot of crime in this building."