Hawaii Five -O Fic: Laundry Day | Steve/Danny | G
Title: Laundry Day
Author: amycoolz
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating: G (what's with me lately? lol)
Spoilers: None. :)
Warnings: None. :)
Word Count: 693
Summary: Danny maps out Steve's cleaning routine on laundry day.
Danny didn’t want to admit it, mainly because he didn’t want to sound like a nancy-boy, but he loved laundry day at Steve’s house. His partner would wake up extra early for a run and then cook breakfast; it was always ready by the time Danny woke up and rolled out of bed. He’d pad out into the kitchen and sit down to his plate of scrambled eggs, turkey bacon (only upon Steve’s insistence), whole wheat toast, and coffee. As he ate, he sat back and observed Steve’s house habits.
Everyone already knew the man was a neat freak to the nth degree, but the little nitpicking he did around the office paled in comparison to his routine on laundry day. Danny, being an ever-observant officer of the law, took mental notes and had compiled a minute-by-minute list of Steve’s chores.
First, Steve would throw a load of clothes (always colors first, though it varied between his own and Steve’s clothes from week-to-week) into the washing machine and set the timer. While the clothes were washing, he’d pick up around the living room, dusting the entertainment center, straightening the pictures on the walls, and even removing the crumbs from between the couch cushions. Then he’d move to the kitchen, usually around the time Danny was finished with his meal. He’d clear the table, place the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, clean any pots and pans with hot soapy water, and reorganize the refrigerator, making notes about the things he’d need to purchase the next time he was at the store.
The first load of wash would be done by now, and Steve would then throw a new load of colors in, placing the first one in the dryer. He’d move into the spare bedrooms then, stripping the sheets off of the beds and just picking things up to make it tidy; he’d always go into the master bedroom for the sheets off of his and Danny’s bed next, but saved the cleaning for later. Then he’d take a small break to enjoy a glass of pineapple juice with Danny until the loads of laundry were finished. He’d pull the dry clothes out, put the wet ones in, and put a new load - whites this time - into the washer. With the timer set, he’d then set about folding and hanging up the clean clothes. If they were Danny’s - and, most of the time, even if they weren’t - the detective would wait until Steve was out of the room, and then run in and throw on a shirt, bunching his hands in the warm fabric and inhaling deeply.
Then Steve would focus on the bathroom in the hall, the “spare bathroom.” He cleaned the sink, toilet, and bathtub, and always emerged smelling of bleach and disinfectant spray. He’d remove the next load from the dryer, and repeat the same process, this time throwing the last load, the sheets, into the washer. The master bedroom would then get cleaned, being vacuumed and dusted and all of the furniture polished until the shined. Danny concluded that the master bedroom was the most important room in the house for Steve, next to the kitchen; the man sure did love to cook.
By this time Steve would be back in the laundry room, exchanging the white clothes for the sheet and letting them dry. Then he cleaned the master bathroom, giving it the same focus and energy he gave the bedroom. It always took him upwards of thirty minutes to complete this task because he was a slight germaphobe. At least, Danny thought so.
With the sheets dry and the beds made, the house clean and the clothes put away, Steve would go back into the kitchen and make lunch, usually sandwiches sparse with meat and loaded with veggies. Which Danny never really minded… much.
But in the end, Danny had to appreciate everything Steve did for him, even if it wasn’t necessarily aimed at him. And every laundry day he looked forward to crawling into bed with Steve at the end of the day, especially since he secretly got high off of the smell of Steve’s laundry detergent.
Author: amycoolz
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating: G (what's with me lately? lol)
Spoilers: None. :)
Warnings: None. :)
Word Count: 693
Summary: Danny maps out Steve's cleaning routine on laundry day.
Danny didn’t want to admit it, mainly because he didn’t want to sound like a nancy-boy, but he loved laundry day at Steve’s house. His partner would wake up extra early for a run and then cook breakfast; it was always ready by the time Danny woke up and rolled out of bed. He’d pad out into the kitchen and sit down to his plate of scrambled eggs, turkey bacon (only upon Steve’s insistence), whole wheat toast, and coffee. As he ate, he sat back and observed Steve’s house habits.
Everyone already knew the man was a neat freak to the nth degree, but the little nitpicking he did around the office paled in comparison to his routine on laundry day. Danny, being an ever-observant officer of the law, took mental notes and had compiled a minute-by-minute list of Steve’s chores.
First, Steve would throw a load of clothes (always colors first, though it varied between his own and Steve’s clothes from week-to-week) into the washing machine and set the timer. While the clothes were washing, he’d pick up around the living room, dusting the entertainment center, straightening the pictures on the walls, and even removing the crumbs from between the couch cushions. Then he’d move to the kitchen, usually around the time Danny was finished with his meal. He’d clear the table, place the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, clean any pots and pans with hot soapy water, and reorganize the refrigerator, making notes about the things he’d need to purchase the next time he was at the store.
The first load of wash would be done by now, and Steve would then throw a new load of colors in, placing the first one in the dryer. He’d move into the spare bedrooms then, stripping the sheets off of the beds and just picking things up to make it tidy; he’d always go into the master bedroom for the sheets off of his and Danny’s bed next, but saved the cleaning for later. Then he’d take a small break to enjoy a glass of pineapple juice with Danny until the loads of laundry were finished. He’d pull the dry clothes out, put the wet ones in, and put a new load - whites this time - into the washer. With the timer set, he’d then set about folding and hanging up the clean clothes. If they were Danny’s - and, most of the time, even if they weren’t - the detective would wait until Steve was out of the room, and then run in and throw on a shirt, bunching his hands in the warm fabric and inhaling deeply.
Then Steve would focus on the bathroom in the hall, the “spare bathroom.” He cleaned the sink, toilet, and bathtub, and always emerged smelling of bleach and disinfectant spray. He’d remove the next load from the dryer, and repeat the same process, this time throwing the last load, the sheets, into the washer. The master bedroom would then get cleaned, being vacuumed and dusted and all of the furniture polished until the shined. Danny concluded that the master bedroom was the most important room in the house for Steve, next to the kitchen; the man sure did love to cook.
By this time Steve would be back in the laundry room, exchanging the white clothes for the sheet and letting them dry. Then he cleaned the master bathroom, giving it the same focus and energy he gave the bedroom. It always took him upwards of thirty minutes to complete this task because he was a slight germaphobe. At least, Danny thought so.
With the sheets dry and the beds made, the house clean and the clothes put away, Steve would go back into the kitchen and make lunch, usually sandwiches sparse with meat and loaded with veggies. Which Danny never really minded… much.
But in the end, Danny had to appreciate everything Steve did for him, even if it wasn’t necessarily aimed at him. And every laundry day he looked forward to crawling into bed with Steve at the end of the day, especially since he secretly got high off of the smell of Steve’s laundry detergent.