He wakes to something vibrating under his chin and a solid line of warmth at his back. For a moment, he's not sure if he's still dreaming or not, but the dream didn't include anything that vibrated, so he's thinking he's awake.
The vibrating thing turns out to be a kitten, a puffy grey fur and a voice like a lawnmower. He pets it for a moment, wondering where it came from, before he thinks to investigate the warmth at his back.
Steve looks almost innocent when he sleeps and the pale sheets look good against his tanned skin.
"Oh, god," Danny says.
Steve opens his eyes and smiles. "Hey, Danno." His voice is all deep and sleep-rough and Danny's really not sure about the dreaming thing anymore, because this is the stuff of dreams, not real life.
"Steven," he says, because he may be dreaming, but he's still him, "why am I in your bed? No, scratch that, why am I in your bed with a cat?"
"You got in late last night. The cat's from Grace." Steve yawns and stretches and Danny's really, really hoping this is a dream, because if this is real, it just might kill him.
"From Grace? Grace gave you a cat?" he asks as the cat in question scrambles over him to purr in Steve's face.
Steve smiles and scratches behind the kitten's ears. "Yeah. She wanted to give me something to make me smile while you were gone."
"While I was--Aww, Steven, did you miss me?" Danny means it as a tease, as part of their normal banter, but he's in Steve's bed and it comes out a bit softer and more, well, intimate than Danny had intended.
And when Steve smiles at him, all sleep-slow and gentle and hair sticking every which way on the pillow, Danny feels his heart do something weird in his chest.
"Steve--"
"So I was thinking," Steve says and Danny bites back the automatic response. Steve scoops the kitten up and deposits it on the floor and somehow gets closer in the process. This is really not good for Danny's health. "Rachel said something, and Grace with the kitten, and then you showed up here and--"
"Is this going somewhere anytime soon?" Danny asks, because he has to do something normal or risk doing something stupid. "Because you sound a lot like you're just throwing words together and hoping they make sense."
Steve scowls at him. "You--oh, screw this."
And then Danny's positive he's dreaming, because Steve doesn't kiss him in real life, doesn't run his hands over Danny's shoulders and down his back, doesn't pull back just far enough to mutter, "God, I missed you," before diving right back in.
It's got to be a dream and Danny likes dreams, because in dreams, he can kiss back, can thread his fingers through Steve's hair, can feel the solid press of Steve's chest against his own.
He can feel something soft wriggle in under his chin and start to purr.
Danny pulls back, because kittens did not feature in any of his dreams, as far as he knew, and Steve's lying there, hair mussed and smiling and, "This isn't a dream."
Steve snorts. "Not unless we've figured out how to have shared dreams, no."
"Then," Danny takes a moment, for once, to think things through. "Then the cat has to go. Off the bed, out of the room, something. Because what I am going to do to you I cannot do in the presence of small, fuzzy animals."
Fill! 4/4 - Danny
The vibrating thing turns out to be a kitten, a puffy grey fur and a voice like a lawnmower. He pets it for a moment, wondering where it came from, before he thinks to investigate the warmth at his back.
Steve looks almost innocent when he sleeps and the pale sheets look good against his tanned skin.
"Oh, god," Danny says.
Steve opens his eyes and smiles. "Hey, Danno." His voice is all deep and sleep-rough and Danny's really not sure about the dreaming thing anymore, because this is the stuff of dreams, not real life.
"Steven," he says, because he may be dreaming, but he's still him, "why am I in your bed? No, scratch that, why am I in your bed with a cat?"
"You got in late last night. The cat's from Grace." Steve yawns and stretches and Danny's really, really hoping this is a dream, because if this is real, it just might kill him.
"From Grace? Grace gave you a cat?" he asks as the cat in question scrambles over him to purr in Steve's face.
Steve smiles and scratches behind the kitten's ears. "Yeah. She wanted to give me something to make me smile while you were gone."
"While I was--Aww, Steven, did you miss me?" Danny means it as a tease, as part of their normal banter, but he's in Steve's bed and it comes out a bit softer and more, well, intimate than Danny had intended.
And when Steve smiles at him, all sleep-slow and gentle and hair sticking every which way on the pillow, Danny feels his heart do something weird in his chest.
"Steve--"
"So I was thinking," Steve says and Danny bites back the automatic response. Steve scoops the kitten up and deposits it on the floor and somehow gets closer in the process. This is really not good for Danny's health. "Rachel said something, and Grace with the kitten, and then you showed up here and--"
"Is this going somewhere anytime soon?" Danny asks, because he has to do something normal or risk doing something stupid. "Because you sound a lot like you're just throwing words together and hoping they make sense."
Steve scowls at him. "You--oh, screw this."
And then Danny's positive he's dreaming, because Steve doesn't kiss him in real life, doesn't run his hands over Danny's shoulders and down his back, doesn't pull back just far enough to mutter, "God, I missed you," before diving right back in.
It's got to be a dream and Danny likes dreams, because in dreams, he can kiss back, can thread his fingers through Steve's hair, can feel the solid press of Steve's chest against his own.
He can feel something soft wriggle in under his chin and start to purr.
Danny pulls back, because kittens did not feature in any of his dreams, as far as he knew, and Steve's lying there, hair mussed and smiling and, "This isn't a dream."
Steve snorts. "Not unless we've figured out how to have shared dreams, no."
"Then," Danny takes a moment, for once, to think things through. "Then the cat has to go. Off the bed, out of the room, something. Because what I am going to do to you I cannot do in the presence of small, fuzzy animals."