Early morning comes too soon; soft light fading in through
the open window. The breeze feels good against still warm skin, but it only
causes steve to venture closer to the warmth that lays at his side. The still snoring, messy hair, loud mouth
jersey native that is tucked by his side with an arm lazily draped over the
seal’s chest. He can still feel the way Danny’s mouth felt against his, fevered
and needy for more as he dug his fingers into steve’s scalp, his shoulders, his
back; but also how sweet, how calming, how much it felt like home; two lips
coming together with nothing but their names ghosting across their lips. His
fingers brush some of those loose strands of blonde from the other’s forehead,
a soft whisper of Danny’s name leaving his lips but he doesn’t stir.
Well, it was still early.
“Kiss me,” Steve breathes; knows it’s a nimble request in
the morning. “Just once,” he urges, but it seems to get the job done, because
Danny’s gravelly voice is heard bouncing off the four walls of that room; and
it sounds marvelous first thing in the morning… like steve could wake up to it,
every day; still drenched in sleep. He
grins because already his partner is starting; but its all for love. The good
kind. The real kind, where they didn’t matter if they were still soaked to the
bone of sweat from what they’ve done.
Danny looks good like that too, messy hair and skin flushed right
against his own … and it doesn’t matter how often or not it’s happen, Steve
will always have a hard time looking way.
Part of him wonders why he took so long to letting Danny
know exactly how he felt.
He’s startled by the shift in the mattress, the small dip as
the weight is being adjusted. His lips
part, eager, awaiting a kiss that never comes because Danny’s got other ideas;
and Steve never lets those hazel eyes look away. Danny over him? Possibly one
of his favorite sights. But his head dips, right over the still sensitive and
war kissed skin that is covered in scars; and his whole body tenses under the
He trusts Danny with his life, and he is his life now; but
he’s not used to being so vulnerable to anyone… just makes that jersey native
The SEAL sucks in a breath, fingers twisting in the sheets
as he lets his partner take control; to kiss away all the bad parts that he
wished no one could see; to remember how every time, every single time – danny was
there by his side, faithfully. He guesses he never really thanked him for any
of it, he guesses he can start now.
“Mmn,” a soft murmur when he’s finally met with his good
morning kiss. How good it feels to finally be loved like this, and he only
hopes that Danny never has to doubt again in his life is Steve is there to
stay. Because he won’t be like Rachel, like Melissa, like anyone else who has
came in and left. He promises to stay, couldn’t even dare to think of another
moment without him. He cards his fingers through Danny’s hair and presses their
lips together, savoring the feeling and warmth that it brings; and when his
head is tucked under the seal’s chin, he wastes no time in letting those strong
arms ghost around his partner and hold him tight.
“Oh, is it?” He hums;
expectant, as if he really has to contemplate if he can dare move to make them.
Running his fingers across Danny’s shoulders, he plants a small kiss to the top
of his head, a soft purr in his chest. “A
little later? You still tired, babe?” And who wouldn’t be; it feels like they’re
still running on adrenaline and taut lust.
His hands continue their pursuit, across shoulder blades and down the
middle of his back; to his sides, where he feels warm skin begin to goosebump
under his touch.
“I don’t really feel like getting out of bed right now,
anyway.” He says after another moment,
letting his eyes close when Danny shifts atop him and gets comfortable
again. This, right here, is what he’s
realized he’s lacked in other relationships. This feeling of being completely
open and vulnerable, of being loved, appreciated, of having some one there
would wouldn’t leave just when things got hard. This is the family he’s wanted,
the one he’s never had until Danny came guns blazing into that garage. “Danny,” it comes out soft again, nestled somewhere in
that mane of unkempt bedhead. “Thank you —-“ for loving me. For never
leaving. For staying.