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twentysomething) wrote2010-11-09 05:52 pm
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Love's Coming Down On Me, 1/1
Title: Love's Coming Down On Me
Fandom: Hawaii 5-O
Pairing: Steve/Alwaysagirl!Danni (Wild Honey 'Verse)
Summary: ""Good job, team. We'll debrief in the morning." Steve bites out, before practically dragging Danni back to the car.
Well, Kono probably knows that they're sleeping together now."
Length: 1500 wordsish.
Warnings: Genderbending, attempting to DTR.
Notes: A sequel to Single Handed, Took Me Alive, wherein Danni and Steve realize that they suck at just sleeping with each other. As always, love toleupagus and merelyn, who have to deal with the supersonic raptor noises I make when I watch H-5-O. Also, it figures the first thing I post for WIPVEMBER is a finished ficlet.
Danni made out with enough girls in college to know the effect it has on the average, red-blooded, American male. Which is why, despite the fact that she’s undercover as Steve's slutty date, she goes, "Trust me," and drags Kono over to the edge of the pool by her short kimono sleeve.
"No homo," Danni whispers right before she starts stumbling them toward the gangsters and serious trouble. She also grabs Kono's ass, which is a) impressive beyond belief and b) will probably get her murdered at some later date. Kono rolls her eyes at Danni before threading her hands into Danni's hair, giggling high and artificially.
"We can't get caught," she stage-whispers and Danni fake-giggles back, pressing a kiss to the outside corner of Kono's mouth.
"Shh, shh!" Danni mock-hisses loudly and she can hear the gangsters, closer now and they just need to not get shot for about another five steps and twenty seconds.
"Hey, hey- ladies- whoa!" she hears and the thug pauses long enough that she and Kono can pull out their guns and somehow, in the following three minutes, they save the day.
Miraculously, no one- including her- gets shot and Danni's congratulating herself on an op well done, when Kono knocks Danni's shoulder with her own.
"If I'd known you were that hard up for action, I'd have set you up on a date with one of my friends." she teases and Danni laughs, because really, she actually has a pretty satisfactory sex life, but that's because Steve is ridiculous and strangely fun, when they're not at work.
"What, one of your surfing bros?" Danni asks, yanking her strapless dress back up. She'd had to run out and make the state of Hawaii buy her a slutty dress, and it's probably a size too small, but that's appropriate for this kind of thing and the breaks, really. Kono grins.
"Tall, tan, muscles like-" Kono makes a hand motion that Danni's pretty sure is supposed to mean 'jacked' but comes off as more 'amorphous shapes'. Danni just laughs again.
"Mmm, some other time," Danni says, because she'd sort of thought Kono had realized she was sleeping with Steve, but apparently not? And if she doesn't know, Danni's not going to tell her. Which- think of the devil, Steve appears at her elbow, wrapping his hand around her wrist.
"Good job, team. We'll debrief in the morning." Steve bites out, before practically dragging Danni back to the car.
Well, Kono probably knows that they're sleeping together now.
"Wow, caveman much, Steve?" Danni demands, because seriously, Steve looks like he's two seconds away from throwing her over his shoulder like a fireman from 10,000 BC. Steve just shoots her this look before opening the car door for her. The best thing about it is that Steve probably thinks he's a gentleman.
"So what, you're just going to sulk at me?" Danni asks and Steve's look becomes a glare.
"Danni, get in the car so I can take you home, or I'm going to fuck you against the car right here in front of half of the HPD." Steve growls at her and Danni stumbles into the car immediately.
"Jesus Christ, McGarrett," Danni groans. "You can't just say that shit." Steve just raises his eyebrows and starts the car. She spends a lot of nights without Gracie at Steve’s, because Steve is a princess and thinks there are rats in her apartment, and his satellite package is a lot better than hers. That being said, it’s sex. It’s not a relationship.
There’d probably be more screaming if they were in a relationship. That’s how Danni’s relationships go.
The ride to Steve's house is silent, but that's because every time Danni opens her mouth to say anything, Steve glares at her like he's going to pistolwhip her.
"I'm starting to think you have anger issues," Danni finally manages as Steve pushes her through the door, roughly two seconds after putting the car in park.
"Whatever, where's the zipper," Steve mutters and Danni rolls her eyes.
"The romance is gone." she says mournfully, even as her breath hitches because Steve has a hand up her skirt and is doing some pretty inspired things with it. Steve, using his elite detective skills, figures out that her zipper is on the back of her dress, where it belongs and has her out of it before she can blink, puddled around her ridiculous heels. Danni spares a second to be really irritated that Steve is still bending down to kiss her, hard and fast, when she's wearing five inch heels. Fucking useless.
"Bed, now," she insists as he starts rubbing his thumb hard against her clit, because if she falls over because Steve McGarrett is fingering her, she has to kill herself. That being said, her knees feel a little less than stable, so. Bed it is.
"We'll get there," Steve says, fumbling with his pants with his free hand, and oh- is he serious, he's going to-
"Are you going to try to fuck me in the hallway?" Danni demands and Steve gives her this look that just about sears her panties off her body and, well, fuck it. She's had sex in the back of a Volkswagen, this can't be any worse.
"I'm not going to try," Steve says, low and hoarse in her ear and yeah, okay.
They have sex in the hall, twice in the bed, once in the shower and Steve eats her out for what feels like a solid hour.
Danni is- frankly- exhausted.
Fucked-out, blissful and sated down to her toenails, but exhausted.
"So, not that I'm complaining," she finally says- into Steve's hair, since his head is slumped against her collarbone. "But was there a reason for this bad-tempered marathon of sex?" Steve tenses ever so slightly against her side.
"No." he mutters, running his hand over her stomach, just this side of ticklish and Danni squirms.
"Okay, that was your lying "no," which I am extremely familiar with, because he shows up when I ask you if you've hit someone in the face." Danni tries, because it's not like she really wants to talk about feelings or anything, but Steve in a funk is a) dangerous and b) obnoxious as fuck. There's a long silence where Steve clearly weighs the value of telling the truth versus continuing to lie badly, and he finally sighs and presses his face into Danni's neck.
"I maybe don't like seeing you touch other people. Like that." Steve mumbles against her skin and Danni blinks.
"Steven Josephine McGarrett, are you telling me you're jealous because I fake made out with Kono?" she asks, completely blown away. Steve glares at her from about half a foot away with ridiculous sex hair, which really isn't his most intimidating look.
"You were going to go on dates with her surfer friends!" he insists, like a fucking crazy person who eavesdrops on conversations and extrapolates incorrect meanings from them.
"Oh my fucking lord god Jesus, Steve," Danni groans. "I was not. I am not." Steve sulks, terribly.
"But you could," Steve points out, self-destructive and stupid and Danni cannot honestly believe that she's ruining her afterglow for this. "We didn't say this was exclusive."
"Steve, be honest," Danni says, scooting up to lean against the headboard, dragging the abused top sheet up to wrap around her, because without Steve laying on top of her, it's cold. Steve just looks up at her with an unreadable expression.
"Are you asking me to go steady with you?" Danni asks, and-- she can't help it, she breaks and starts laughing. Steve growls under his breath and moves to roll out of bed, but Danni grabs his shoulder.
"Hey, hey," she says, apologetic. "Stop that. If you walked away from me every time I impugned your masculinity, we could never have a conversation." Steve stares at her, impenetrable.
"C'mon. I'll wear your letterman jacket." Danni promises, pulling Steve back, and when he bristles again she kisses him, soft.
“Forget it, Danni-“ Steve starts, brusque and- oh. He’s serious.
She doesn't even have to think about this.
"No, no. Stop. I'm your partner. We're partners." Danni whispers. "I wouldn't do that. I wouldn't go out with them. I'm your partner." Steve finally relaxes against her.
"Okay?" she asks, because she's probably used up their quota of talking about what they really want from each other for the year. Steve sweeps her hair back, kissing her right behind her ear so she shivers.
"Yeah, okay." he says. They’re quiet for a long moment, leaning close together in the quiet of almost morning.
"And you think you're kidding, but now that you asked, you're gonna wear that jacket." Steve adds and Danni laughs, happy and strangely relieved.
"I can't believe you're encouraging me to wear a jacket," she teases him. Steve just grins.
"Yeah, well." Steve pushes her back down on the bed. "Maybe just the jacket."
Fandom: Hawaii 5-O
Pairing: Steve/Alwaysagirl!Danni (Wild Honey 'Verse)
Summary: ""Good job, team. We'll debrief in the morning." Steve bites out, before practically dragging Danni back to the car.
Well, Kono probably knows that they're sleeping together now."
Length: 1500 wordsish.
Warnings: Genderbending, attempting to DTR.
Notes: A sequel to Single Handed, Took Me Alive, wherein Danni and Steve realize that they suck at just sleeping with each other. As always, love to
leupagus and merelyn, who have to deal with the supersonic raptor noises I make when I watch H-5-O. Also, it figures the first thing I post for WIPVEMBER is a finished ficlet. Danni made out with enough girls in college to know the effect it has on the average, red-blooded, American male. Which is why, despite the fact that she’s undercover as Steve's slutty date, she goes, "Trust me," and drags Kono over to the edge of the pool by her short kimono sleeve.
"No homo," Danni whispers right before she starts stumbling them toward the gangsters and serious trouble. She also grabs Kono's ass, which is a) impressive beyond belief and b) will probably get her murdered at some later date. Kono rolls her eyes at Danni before threading her hands into Danni's hair, giggling high and artificially.
"We can't get caught," she stage-whispers and Danni fake-giggles back, pressing a kiss to the outside corner of Kono's mouth.
"Shh, shh!" Danni mock-hisses loudly and she can hear the gangsters, closer now and they just need to not get shot for about another five steps and twenty seconds.
"Hey, hey- ladies- whoa!" she hears and the thug pauses long enough that she and Kono can pull out their guns and somehow, in the following three minutes, they save the day.
Miraculously, no one- including her- gets shot and Danni's congratulating herself on an op well done, when Kono knocks Danni's shoulder with her own.
"If I'd known you were that hard up for action, I'd have set you up on a date with one of my friends." she teases and Danni laughs, because really, she actually has a pretty satisfactory sex life, but that's because Steve is ridiculous and strangely fun, when they're not at work.
"What, one of your surfing bros?" Danni asks, yanking her strapless dress back up. She'd had to run out and make the state of Hawaii buy her a slutty dress, and it's probably a size too small, but that's appropriate for this kind of thing and the breaks, really. Kono grins.
"Tall, tan, muscles like-" Kono makes a hand motion that Danni's pretty sure is supposed to mean 'jacked' but comes off as more 'amorphous shapes'. Danni just laughs again.
"Mmm, some other time," Danni says, because she'd sort of thought Kono had realized she was sleeping with Steve, but apparently not? And if she doesn't know, Danni's not going to tell her. Which- think of the devil, Steve appears at her elbow, wrapping his hand around her wrist.
"Good job, team. We'll debrief in the morning." Steve bites out, before practically dragging Danni back to the car.
Well, Kono probably knows that they're sleeping together now.
"Wow, caveman much, Steve?" Danni demands, because seriously, Steve looks like he's two seconds away from throwing her over his shoulder like a fireman from 10,000 BC. Steve just shoots her this look before opening the car door for her. The best thing about it is that Steve probably thinks he's a gentleman.
"So what, you're just going to sulk at me?" Danni asks and Steve's look becomes a glare.
"Danni, get in the car so I can take you home, or I'm going to fuck you against the car right here in front of half of the HPD." Steve growls at her and Danni stumbles into the car immediately.
"Jesus Christ, McGarrett," Danni groans. "You can't just say that shit." Steve just raises his eyebrows and starts the car. She spends a lot of nights without Gracie at Steve’s, because Steve is a princess and thinks there are rats in her apartment, and his satellite package is a lot better than hers. That being said, it’s sex. It’s not a relationship.
There’d probably be more screaming if they were in a relationship. That’s how Danni’s relationships go.
The ride to Steve's house is silent, but that's because every time Danni opens her mouth to say anything, Steve glares at her like he's going to pistolwhip her.
"I'm starting to think you have anger issues," Danni finally manages as Steve pushes her through the door, roughly two seconds after putting the car in park.
"Whatever, where's the zipper," Steve mutters and Danni rolls her eyes.
"The romance is gone." she says mournfully, even as her breath hitches because Steve has a hand up her skirt and is doing some pretty inspired things with it. Steve, using his elite detective skills, figures out that her zipper is on the back of her dress, where it belongs and has her out of it before she can blink, puddled around her ridiculous heels. Danni spares a second to be really irritated that Steve is still bending down to kiss her, hard and fast, when she's wearing five inch heels. Fucking useless.
"Bed, now," she insists as he starts rubbing his thumb hard against her clit, because if she falls over because Steve McGarrett is fingering her, she has to kill herself. That being said, her knees feel a little less than stable, so. Bed it is.
"We'll get there," Steve says, fumbling with his pants with his free hand, and oh- is he serious, he's going to-
"Are you going to try to fuck me in the hallway?" Danni demands and Steve gives her this look that just about sears her panties off her body and, well, fuck it. She's had sex in the back of a Volkswagen, this can't be any worse.
"I'm not going to try," Steve says, low and hoarse in her ear and yeah, okay.
They have sex in the hall, twice in the bed, once in the shower and Steve eats her out for what feels like a solid hour.
Danni is- frankly- exhausted.
Fucked-out, blissful and sated down to her toenails, but exhausted.
"So, not that I'm complaining," she finally says- into Steve's hair, since his head is slumped against her collarbone. "But was there a reason for this bad-tempered marathon of sex?" Steve tenses ever so slightly against her side.
"No." he mutters, running his hand over her stomach, just this side of ticklish and Danni squirms.
"Okay, that was your lying "no," which I am extremely familiar with, because he shows up when I ask you if you've hit someone in the face." Danni tries, because it's not like she really wants to talk about feelings or anything, but Steve in a funk is a) dangerous and b) obnoxious as fuck. There's a long silence where Steve clearly weighs the value of telling the truth versus continuing to lie badly, and he finally sighs and presses his face into Danni's neck.
"I maybe don't like seeing you touch other people. Like that." Steve mumbles against her skin and Danni blinks.
"Steven Josephine McGarrett, are you telling me you're jealous because I fake made out with Kono?" she asks, completely blown away. Steve glares at her from about half a foot away with ridiculous sex hair, which really isn't his most intimidating look.
"You were going to go on dates with her surfer friends!" he insists, like a fucking crazy person who eavesdrops on conversations and extrapolates incorrect meanings from them.
"Oh my fucking lord god Jesus, Steve," Danni groans. "I was not. I am not." Steve sulks, terribly.
"But you could," Steve points out, self-destructive and stupid and Danni cannot honestly believe that she's ruining her afterglow for this. "We didn't say this was exclusive."
"Steve, be honest," Danni says, scooting up to lean against the headboard, dragging the abused top sheet up to wrap around her, because without Steve laying on top of her, it's cold. Steve just looks up at her with an unreadable expression.
"Are you asking me to go steady with you?" Danni asks, and-- she can't help it, she breaks and starts laughing. Steve growls under his breath and moves to roll out of bed, but Danni grabs his shoulder.
"Hey, hey," she says, apologetic. "Stop that. If you walked away from me every time I impugned your masculinity, we could never have a conversation." Steve stares at her, impenetrable.
"C'mon. I'll wear your letterman jacket." Danni promises, pulling Steve back, and when he bristles again she kisses him, soft.
“Forget it, Danni-“ Steve starts, brusque and- oh. He’s serious.
She doesn't even have to think about this.
"No, no. Stop. I'm your partner. We're partners." Danni whispers. "I wouldn't do that. I wouldn't go out with them. I'm your partner." Steve finally relaxes against her.
"Okay?" she asks, because she's probably used up their quota of talking about what they really want from each other for the year. Steve sweeps her hair back, kissing her right behind her ear so she shivers.
"Yeah, okay." he says. They’re quiet for a long moment, leaning close together in the quiet of almost morning.
"And you think you're kidding, but now that you asked, you're gonna wear that jacket." Steve adds and Danni laughs, happy and strangely relieved.
"I can't believe you're encouraging me to wear a jacket," she teases him. Steve just grins.
"Yeah, well." Steve pushes her back down on the bed. "Maybe just the jacket."
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(Anonymous) 2011-09-09 04:14 am (UTC)(link)YES THEY ARE GOING STEADY YESSSSS
*draws a million hearts around this fic*
Re: YES THEY ARE GOING STEADY YESSSSS
<3 <3 <3 I cannot describe all the hearts I have for you.
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Danni's voice is hilarious and awesome (I love her snarking about where the zipper is located on her dress) and the STEVEN JOSEPHINE was pretty laugh out loud funny.
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It's probably Joseph. But that doesn't stop Danni from preaching the truth.
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BUT OH MY GOD HOW I LOVE THESE TWO TOGETHER. THEY'RE ADORABLE. AND THEY'RE GOING STEADY! :D LOVED IT! ;3
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summer lovin' had me a blaaaaastno subject
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YAY
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Your Danni voice just continues to blow my mind (delicious snark is simply delicious), and your Steve.
/happy flailing
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I actually just wrote a snippet in this universe on the bus yesterday, would you like me to post it? It's pretty short and I always feel dumb posting short things, but.
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(Anonymous) 2011-09-10 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)no subject
I am so hopelessly in love with Danni! She's my hero now. OF COURSE she's Steve's, too.
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