FIC: Once or Twice
Title: Once or Twice
Author: rebecca
Pairing: Stella/Danny
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Bet I could make it better.
Notes: Written for rounds_of_kink. My prompt: cause boy you're just so pretty/when you're putting the damage on - Tori Amos, "Putting the Damage On"
kink: masturbating for a partner
Takes place the day after Training Run
*****
When Stella wakes up in the morning, it's after nine and Danny's gone. She pulls on her shirt from last night and discovers a note on the chalkboard.
Stella--
Had to get to work. There's coffee in the cabinet above the stove. Spare key's on the pool table, lock up behind you.
D.
She has to smile at the easy way he's just given her access to his apartment. She'll give the key back to him at work, of course, but it's still thoughtful of him. He could just as easily have woken her up and asked her to leave when he had to go to work.
Danny turns out to have both good coffee and day-old bagels. Stella helps herself to both before deciding to take a shower, keenly aware of last night still on her skin. She lingers under the hot water, wondering if anyone will notice that her hair smells like Danny's lemon shampoo instead of her own scent.
She doubts it.
Work turns out to be a madhouse; she doesn't even get into the office before she's called out to a crime scene in Central Park. It's not until after six that she sees Danny, and that's only because he stops by on his way out.
"This is yours," she murmurs, handing him the key. Danny looks surprised, like he hadn't expected her to give it back.
"Tell you what," he murmurs back, setting it down on the table. "How about you give it back to me tonight after work?"
They shouldn't. There are lines of professionalism--lines they've already crossed, Stella reminds herself--and they're going to get into trouble for this eventually. This is a bad idea. It was a bad idea last night.
But.
She hasn't dated in--God, she can't even remember how long it's been. And she's tired of turning down dates from men because the next one could be another Frankie, or another Drew, and it's just not worth it anymore. And if she can't trust Danny--Danny--
Stella reaches out and closes her hand over the key slowly. "I get off at midnight," she says.
Danny grins, easy and bright, and Stella sees the spark of want in his eyes that makes her stomach tighten. "See you later." He leaves, hands shoved into his pockets, and Stella takes a moment to compose herself before going back to work.
****
When she gets off work, it's one in the morning and she's exhausted. She almost calls Danny to cancel, but thinks maybe a beer and some company is what she needs to make her day a little less crappy. It couldn't hurt, anyway, and if it doesn't work out she'll just go home. At least, that's what she tells herself on the subway, and as she's walking to Danny's building, and as she uses her key to let herself into his place. She can always go home.
There's a light on in the kitchen and Stella stops there, getting herself a beer, before finding him in front of the TV. "Hey," she says, sitting down next to him.
"Hey." Danny shuts off the TV and turns to her. "You look like you've had a shitty day."
"Always the diplomat," Stella says, taking a drink of beer. She has to laugh, shaking her head. "Yeah. I've had a shitty day."
"Bet I could make it better," Danny says, reaching up to brush back one of her curls. His fingers are gentle against her skin and Stella leans briefly into his touch.
"Yeah," she says, setting down her bottle. "Yeah, I bet you could."
Danny tilts his head, looking at her. "What's wrong, Stella?"
"Nothing. I'm just--I'm exhausted," Stella admits. "I'm just wiped, and it's a good thing I'm off tomorrow because I just want to go to bed and not crawl out for a very long time."
"You want to just sleep?" She expects disappointment in Danny's voice, but there isn't any. Just a question.
Stella thinks for a moment. She's too restless to sleep, despite being exhausted, but she doesn't want sex. Not...wait. "You know what I want, Messer?" she says, smiling a little.
"What do you want, Bonasera?"
"I want..." Stella leans forward and kisses him lightly. "I want to go to bed with you, and I want to watch you jerk off for me."
The surprise on his face makes her laugh. "You want what?" Danny asks carefully.
"I want to watch you," Stella says. "I bet you'd like showing off. You ever do it before?"
Danny grins, ducking his head. "Once or twice, maybe."
Stella gets to her feet. "C'mon."
"You're a very strange woman," Danny decides, but he gets to his feet, following her to the bedroom.
"I am," Stella says, turning to face him and slipping her fingers under the hem of his t-shirt. "Then again, I'd say that's a case of pot and kettle."
Danny lets her peel off his shirt and unbutton his jeans, not stopping her as she undresses him. He's already half-hard, she notices, and she can't quite resist the urge to wrap her hand around his cock and stroke him. Danny groans, pushing into her touch, and Stella grins. "You like that?" she asks. "You like being touched?"
"I'm a guy, what do you think?" Danny asks with a snort.
Stella laughs. "So show me what you like," she says, stepping back.
Danny shakes his head, but settles on the bed, opening the nightstand drawer and taking out a small bottle. "You really want to watch this?" he asks.
"Yeah," Stella says. "Maybe tomorrow I'll return the favor." She kicks off her shoes and pulls off her shirt.
"I think you should," Danny says. "It's only fair."
"You're talking a lot but I'm not seeing anything," Stella says with a pointed look at his groin. "If you're going to talk, tell me what you like, what you think about when you're jerking off."
"What I think about..." Danny opens the lube and slicks his hand. "The last time I jerked off, I thought about you," he says, wrapping his fingers around his cock. "Night before last, and I couldn't help but wonder what you'd look like out of your clothes, whether your skin was as pale and smooth all over as i thought it was. I thought about your breasts, what they'd feel like in my hands, what your nipples looked like, all pretty and pink. How you'd react if I took them in my mouth, whether I could make you wet from that alone."
Stella swallows, slipping out of the rest of her clothes. "You did not," she says, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Danny's hand is moving steadily, loosely--he's drawing this out for her, she thinks. "Tell me what you really thought about."
"What you'd look like sucking my cock," Danny says, resting one arm behind his head. "What you'd feel like when I was inside you, whether you'd want it slow and tender or hard and deep, your legs around my waist. Whether you'd come from just me fucking you or whether you'd need me to touch your clit, whether you'd touch yourself while I was in you."
"You think of anything else?" Stella asks, watching his hand move on his cock, speeding up a little. She notices the way he twists his hand on the downstroke, how one leg is slightly bent, and it makes her wonder. "You ever let a girl play with your ass, Messer? You ever think about that, what that'd be like?"
"I've done it once or twice," Danny admits, color tinging his cheeks. "Didn't think--" His voice is husky now, a little tight with pleasure. "Didn't think I'd like it, but I did."
"You like having something in you?" Stella murmurs. "You ever let yourself get fucked?"
"Long--long time ago," Danny says. His hand's moving fast and sure now, and his breath is half groans. "You like that idea, Bonasera? Wearing some kind of toy, watching me get fucked by you?"
Stella swallows at the thought. "Oh yeah," she says softly. "Yeah, I like that thought."
"Thought--thought you might," Danny says. "You like being in control, don't you?"
"You got a problem with that?" she asks.
"Does it look like I do?" Danny asks, managing to laugh even though he's clearly close to orgasm. "You want to play, we can play."
"Right now I want to see what you look like when you come," Stella murmurs. "I didn't get to last night."
"You're gorgeous when you do," Danny says, eyes closing. "You look--oh, Jesus, fuck--" He arches up from the bed, spilling over his hand and his stomach, his face flushed.
Stella takes a deep breath to settle herself. She leans down and kisses him lazily once he's relaxed against the bed, and Danny makes a low sound and teases her tongue with his. "I'll go get you a washcloth," she says, nipping his lower lip as she pulls away.
"Kay." Danny doesn't seem inclined to move and Stella grins, getting up to go to the bedroom.
"You really want to play?" she asks, returning with the warm cloth and wiping him clean.
"I want..." Danny opens his eyes. "You don't get to laugh at me, okay?"
"Okay." Stella tosses the washcloth in the hamper.
"You're so strong," Danny says, rolling onto his side. "Strongest woman I know, Stella. And you've--you've had such a crap time of it lately. I've seen--after Frankie, and then with Drew using you to get to Mac, and--" He sighs. "You used to have this energy about you, this sparkle, and that's just...not really there these days, and you deserve to have it back."
Stella swallows, leaning down to kiss him. "You think you can do that for me?" she asks.
"Don't know," Danny says. "You gonna let me try?"
She tugs at the covers and Danny crawls under them, Stella settling next to him. "Yeah," she says, resting her head on his shoulder. "I think I am."
Danny turns off the light. "Tomorrow you can tell me what you think about," he says.
Stella smiles and kisses his collarbone. "Okay."
Author: rebecca
Pairing: Stella/Danny
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Bet I could make it better.
Notes: Written for rounds_of_kink. My prompt: cause boy you're just so pretty/when you're putting the damage on - Tori Amos, "Putting the Damage On"
kink: masturbating for a partner
Takes place the day after Training Run
*****
When Stella wakes up in the morning, it's after nine and Danny's gone. She pulls on her shirt from last night and discovers a note on the chalkboard.
Stella--
Had to get to work. There's coffee in the cabinet above the stove. Spare key's on the pool table, lock up behind you.
D.
She has to smile at the easy way he's just given her access to his apartment. She'll give the key back to him at work, of course, but it's still thoughtful of him. He could just as easily have woken her up and asked her to leave when he had to go to work.
Danny turns out to have both good coffee and day-old bagels. Stella helps herself to both before deciding to take a shower, keenly aware of last night still on her skin. She lingers under the hot water, wondering if anyone will notice that her hair smells like Danny's lemon shampoo instead of her own scent.
She doubts it.
Work turns out to be a madhouse; she doesn't even get into the office before she's called out to a crime scene in Central Park. It's not until after six that she sees Danny, and that's only because he stops by on his way out.
"This is yours," she murmurs, handing him the key. Danny looks surprised, like he hadn't expected her to give it back.
"Tell you what," he murmurs back, setting it down on the table. "How about you give it back to me tonight after work?"
They shouldn't. There are lines of professionalism--lines they've already crossed, Stella reminds herself--and they're going to get into trouble for this eventually. This is a bad idea. It was a bad idea last night.
But.
She hasn't dated in--God, she can't even remember how long it's been. And she's tired of turning down dates from men because the next one could be another Frankie, or another Drew, and it's just not worth it anymore. And if she can't trust Danny--Danny--
Stella reaches out and closes her hand over the key slowly. "I get off at midnight," she says.
Danny grins, easy and bright, and Stella sees the spark of want in his eyes that makes her stomach tighten. "See you later." He leaves, hands shoved into his pockets, and Stella takes a moment to compose herself before going back to work.
****
When she gets off work, it's one in the morning and she's exhausted. She almost calls Danny to cancel, but thinks maybe a beer and some company is what she needs to make her day a little less crappy. It couldn't hurt, anyway, and if it doesn't work out she'll just go home. At least, that's what she tells herself on the subway, and as she's walking to Danny's building, and as she uses her key to let herself into his place. She can always go home.
There's a light on in the kitchen and Stella stops there, getting herself a beer, before finding him in front of the TV. "Hey," she says, sitting down next to him.
"Hey." Danny shuts off the TV and turns to her. "You look like you've had a shitty day."
"Always the diplomat," Stella says, taking a drink of beer. She has to laugh, shaking her head. "Yeah. I've had a shitty day."
"Bet I could make it better," Danny says, reaching up to brush back one of her curls. His fingers are gentle against her skin and Stella leans briefly into his touch.
"Yeah," she says, setting down her bottle. "Yeah, I bet you could."
Danny tilts his head, looking at her. "What's wrong, Stella?"
"Nothing. I'm just--I'm exhausted," Stella admits. "I'm just wiped, and it's a good thing I'm off tomorrow because I just want to go to bed and not crawl out for a very long time."
"You want to just sleep?" She expects disappointment in Danny's voice, but there isn't any. Just a question.
Stella thinks for a moment. She's too restless to sleep, despite being exhausted, but she doesn't want sex. Not...wait. "You know what I want, Messer?" she says, smiling a little.
"What do you want, Bonasera?"
"I want..." Stella leans forward and kisses him lightly. "I want to go to bed with you, and I want to watch you jerk off for me."
The surprise on his face makes her laugh. "You want what?" Danny asks carefully.
"I want to watch you," Stella says. "I bet you'd like showing off. You ever do it before?"
Danny grins, ducking his head. "Once or twice, maybe."
Stella gets to her feet. "C'mon."
"You're a very strange woman," Danny decides, but he gets to his feet, following her to the bedroom.
"I am," Stella says, turning to face him and slipping her fingers under the hem of his t-shirt. "Then again, I'd say that's a case of pot and kettle."
Danny lets her peel off his shirt and unbutton his jeans, not stopping her as she undresses him. He's already half-hard, she notices, and she can't quite resist the urge to wrap her hand around his cock and stroke him. Danny groans, pushing into her touch, and Stella grins. "You like that?" she asks. "You like being touched?"
"I'm a guy, what do you think?" Danny asks with a snort.
Stella laughs. "So show me what you like," she says, stepping back.
Danny shakes his head, but settles on the bed, opening the nightstand drawer and taking out a small bottle. "You really want to watch this?" he asks.
"Yeah," Stella says. "Maybe tomorrow I'll return the favor." She kicks off her shoes and pulls off her shirt.
"I think you should," Danny says. "It's only fair."
"You're talking a lot but I'm not seeing anything," Stella says with a pointed look at his groin. "If you're going to talk, tell me what you like, what you think about when you're jerking off."
"What I think about..." Danny opens the lube and slicks his hand. "The last time I jerked off, I thought about you," he says, wrapping his fingers around his cock. "Night before last, and I couldn't help but wonder what you'd look like out of your clothes, whether your skin was as pale and smooth all over as i thought it was. I thought about your breasts, what they'd feel like in my hands, what your nipples looked like, all pretty and pink. How you'd react if I took them in my mouth, whether I could make you wet from that alone."
Stella swallows, slipping out of the rest of her clothes. "You did not," she says, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Danny's hand is moving steadily, loosely--he's drawing this out for her, she thinks. "Tell me what you really thought about."
"What you'd look like sucking my cock," Danny says, resting one arm behind his head. "What you'd feel like when I was inside you, whether you'd want it slow and tender or hard and deep, your legs around my waist. Whether you'd come from just me fucking you or whether you'd need me to touch your clit, whether you'd touch yourself while I was in you."
"You think of anything else?" Stella asks, watching his hand move on his cock, speeding up a little. She notices the way he twists his hand on the downstroke, how one leg is slightly bent, and it makes her wonder. "You ever let a girl play with your ass, Messer? You ever think about that, what that'd be like?"
"I've done it once or twice," Danny admits, color tinging his cheeks. "Didn't think--" His voice is husky now, a little tight with pleasure. "Didn't think I'd like it, but I did."
"You like having something in you?" Stella murmurs. "You ever let yourself get fucked?"
"Long--long time ago," Danny says. His hand's moving fast and sure now, and his breath is half groans. "You like that idea, Bonasera? Wearing some kind of toy, watching me get fucked by you?"
Stella swallows at the thought. "Oh yeah," she says softly. "Yeah, I like that thought."
"Thought--thought you might," Danny says. "You like being in control, don't you?"
"You got a problem with that?" she asks.
"Does it look like I do?" Danny asks, managing to laugh even though he's clearly close to orgasm. "You want to play, we can play."
"Right now I want to see what you look like when you come," Stella murmurs. "I didn't get to last night."
"You're gorgeous when you do," Danny says, eyes closing. "You look--oh, Jesus, fuck--" He arches up from the bed, spilling over his hand and his stomach, his face flushed.
Stella takes a deep breath to settle herself. She leans down and kisses him lazily once he's relaxed against the bed, and Danny makes a low sound and teases her tongue with his. "I'll go get you a washcloth," she says, nipping his lower lip as she pulls away.
"Kay." Danny doesn't seem inclined to move and Stella grins, getting up to go to the bedroom.
"You really want to play?" she asks, returning with the warm cloth and wiping him clean.
"I want..." Danny opens his eyes. "You don't get to laugh at me, okay?"
"Okay." Stella tosses the washcloth in the hamper.
"You're so strong," Danny says, rolling onto his side. "Strongest woman I know, Stella. And you've--you've had such a crap time of it lately. I've seen--after Frankie, and then with Drew using you to get to Mac, and--" He sighs. "You used to have this energy about you, this sparkle, and that's just...not really there these days, and you deserve to have it back."
Stella swallows, leaning down to kiss him. "You think you can do that for me?" she asks.
"Don't know," Danny says. "You gonna let me try?"
She tugs at the covers and Danny crawls under them, Stella settling next to him. "Yeah," she says, resting her head on his shoulder. "I think I am."
Danny turns off the light. "Tomorrow you can tell me what you think about," he says.
Stella smiles and kisses his collarbone. "Okay."