Imagine Danny waking you up with his music
The low rumblings of music stirred you awake from sleep, stretching you limber out of bed in black sweat shorts and a green tee with the words ‘The Incident’ on it, a shirt you had bought from a young kid hustling dvds on some corner down in Harlem. Walking out into the living room of your apartment, you smiled at the shirtless man in front of you.
“Sorry to interrupt, but some people that like to sleep past 7am,” your fingers pressed pause on his cellphone.
Danny straightened himself up and gave you a small smile. “Didn’t mean to wake up, I was just centering my-”
“-Chi, I know Danny. I’m just messing with you. Listen, you keep doing your thing and I’ll make us some breakfast,” you strolled over to him and pressed a soft kiss on his lips. He grinned as you pulled away, his eyes peered into yours.
“You are special to me, you know that right?”
“I do, but it’s good to keep reminding me everyday,” you smirked and patted his bare chest, fingers drag down to the black dragon brand on his chest. Knowing all he had gone through to obtain the power of the Iron Fist, you marveled at the brand then up to his blue eyes. “So, french toast okay?”
Danny smiled and pressed a warm kiss onto your forehead. “Sounds good.”