H50 Hug Fest Ficlets
My contributions to the epic Hug Fest that went on at delicatale 's journal.
1.
Steve sighs, but it's not nearly as full of irritation as it should be, in fact it sounds almost fond, and his lips have betrayed him by curling up into a little smile.
He really needs to get up for his morning swim, and Danny has some sort of grudge against his work-out, because he's got him trapped. Steve had been all set to go, about to slide out of bed with a quick kiss when Danny had grumbled, rolled over and wrapped his arms and legs around Steve in one smooth motion.
Steve might have appereciated it more if the hadn't been suddenly grappled and trapped under the weight of a sleep-heavy Danno. And Danny, curse him, had somehow trapped him perfectly, unable to move his arms or legs to get free unless he wanted to use real force and hurt Danny in the process, which wasn't even an option.
So here he was, wrapped up like the rice part of a Danny sushi roll and kept prisoner in his own bed. Steve sighed, letting himself relax back into the bed and Danny nuzzled the back of his neck sleepily, a happy little hum rumbling from his chest.
Maybe his morning swim could wait a few more minutes.
2. (part of a Round Robin)
It's not until he's standing at the door, Steve holding it open as they say their goodbyes, that he notices it. That edge of something he hadn't been able to identify, the way Steve was gripping the door so hard his knuckles were white, the way he'd been watching Danny all day with an expression he's never seen before.
Danny wants to smack himself for his stupidity, really, he should have his badge taken away if he was going to be this blind. Steve had been asking all night, in his repressed, hiding-my-man-pain way. Danny had just been too busy wishing for the same thing to notice.
He's pretty sure he just stopped talking in the middle of a sentence, but it's not like he remembers what the hell he'd been saying anyway, and there were more important things to be focusing on. Like the brief flash of hope in Steve's eyes as Danny steps in close, and the way he goes stiff for a split second as he finds himself with a warm, solid body wrapped around his own, right before he melts into it.
Danny realizes that he's had it all wrong, it's not that Steve isn't the hugging type, but that he just hasn't had enough hugs. Steve's arms slide around his shoulders, pulling him in even tighter and pressing his face into Danny's neck, breathing in his scent like he's trying to memorize it.
Danny's rubbing circles into his back and makes himself a promise right there, he's going to make sure Steve gets as many hugs as Danny can dish out. They always talked about the team being Ohana, now it was Danny's turn to show them, and especially Steve, what it meant to be a part of the Williams' family.
3. (another continuing from this story)
Danny gets him back too, after they've snagged their baddie of the day, and Steve's finally noticing the lack of sleep.
Danny will pull him aside or walk into his office like he's about to go over some details, then he strikes. It's amazing how Steve hasn't caught on yet, Danny's pretty sure he has, but if it helps Steve to pretend then so be it. He makes sure Steve's distracted for a moment, his SEAL powers focused on something else, and he goes for it, ducking between Steve's body and whatever he might be holding to snake arms around his waist or shoulders.
He's not afraid to do it in public either, the rumors went wild the first time he managed a ninja hug at a crime scene. He doesn't care though, because it's worth the jokes and the betting pools to see that dopey grin show up randomly for hours after.
4.
Danny loves giving hugs, he passes them out like candy, comfort for whoever needs it, and he loves it.
But sometimes, every once in a while, he wishes, deep down inside that someone would give him one when he needed it. That he wouldn't have to be the initiator for once, because he hurts too, and Grace isn't there nearly enough to give him all of the unquestioned hugs he needs.
This is one of those times, finishing up a case and forcing himself to remember all of the details to write his reports. He hates this part, the fact that he can't just escape the memories, he has to force himself to bring them all up and replay every scene in his head. A string of young women murdered because some asshole felt powerful doing it. He couldn't stop thinking of Grace as a teen, as a beautiful young woman who would fit the profile perfectly, and he's forever grateful that Steve managed to tackle the guy down a flight of stairs, even as he flipped his lid.
Steve's been watching him all day, that narrow-eyed look, that laser focus singling him out and he couldn't meet that gaze. If he did, he might do something stupid. Like ask for more than Steve wanted to give.
There's a light knock and Danny snaps out of his daze to look up at Steve standing in his doorway. He's still got that look, like he's trying to figure out some heavily encrypted code and Danny makes the mistake of meeting his eyes, finding himself trapped in place as soon as he does.
Steve must see something in his expression, because his own turns softer and he moves across the office in two long strides. "Oh, Danny. Why didn't you just ask?"
He's right in front of Danny now, pulling him up from his seat and into his body, arms circling around to trap him there. Face full of shoulder, Danny doesn't bother asking how Steve knew what he needed, just slides his hands over Steve's ribs and around to settle on his back. He lets out a shuddering sigh and pushes even closer, turning his face into Steve's neck, so close that his feet are between Steve's and he can feel a heartbeat echoing his own.
He should pull away, before it gets awkward, but five seconds ticks into fifteen and then thirty and Steve just rests his head against Danny's temple like he's in for the long haul. he can feel Steve rubbing his hands in a long trail up and down his back, realises that he's making small circle with his thumbs against Steve's spine.
He should probably care that they're standing in the middle of his office, his very visible office with it's huge windows, but he doesn't. Not when he's surrounded by warm SEAL, soaking up the comfort like a sponge, and if Steve's like an octopus, then Danny must be a starfish, clinging like he'll never let go. He can live with that.
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I love hugs, you guys. More than anything, so these Hug Fests always make my day. :D
1.
Steve sighs, but it's not nearly as full of irritation as it should be, in fact it sounds almost fond, and his lips have betrayed him by curling up into a little smile.
He really needs to get up for his morning swim, and Danny has some sort of grudge against his work-out, because he's got him trapped. Steve had been all set to go, about to slide out of bed with a quick kiss when Danny had grumbled, rolled over and wrapped his arms and legs around Steve in one smooth motion.
Steve might have appereciated it more if the hadn't been suddenly grappled and trapped under the weight of a sleep-heavy Danno. And Danny, curse him, had somehow trapped him perfectly, unable to move his arms or legs to get free unless he wanted to use real force and hurt Danny in the process, which wasn't even an option.
So here he was, wrapped up like the rice part of a Danny sushi roll and kept prisoner in his own bed. Steve sighed, letting himself relax back into the bed and Danny nuzzled the back of his neck sleepily, a happy little hum rumbling from his chest.
Maybe his morning swim could wait a few more minutes.
2. (part of a Round Robin)
It's not until he's standing at the door, Steve holding it open as they say their goodbyes, that he notices it. That edge of something he hadn't been able to identify, the way Steve was gripping the door so hard his knuckles were white, the way he'd been watching Danny all day with an expression he's never seen before.
Danny wants to smack himself for his stupidity, really, he should have his badge taken away if he was going to be this blind. Steve had been asking all night, in his repressed, hiding-my-man-pain way. Danny had just been too busy wishing for the same thing to notice.
He's pretty sure he just stopped talking in the middle of a sentence, but it's not like he remembers what the hell he'd been saying anyway, and there were more important things to be focusing on. Like the brief flash of hope in Steve's eyes as Danny steps in close, and the way he goes stiff for a split second as he finds himself with a warm, solid body wrapped around his own, right before he melts into it.
Danny realizes that he's had it all wrong, it's not that Steve isn't the hugging type, but that he just hasn't had enough hugs. Steve's arms slide around his shoulders, pulling him in even tighter and pressing his face into Danny's neck, breathing in his scent like he's trying to memorize it.
Danny's rubbing circles into his back and makes himself a promise right there, he's going to make sure Steve gets as many hugs as Danny can dish out. They always talked about the team being Ohana, now it was Danny's turn to show them, and especially Steve, what it meant to be a part of the Williams' family.
3. (another continuing from this story)
Danny gets him back too, after they've snagged their baddie of the day, and Steve's finally noticing the lack of sleep.
Danny will pull him aside or walk into his office like he's about to go over some details, then he strikes. It's amazing how Steve hasn't caught on yet, Danny's pretty sure he has, but if it helps Steve to pretend then so be it. He makes sure Steve's distracted for a moment, his SEAL powers focused on something else, and he goes for it, ducking between Steve's body and whatever he might be holding to snake arms around his waist or shoulders.
He's not afraid to do it in public either, the rumors went wild the first time he managed a ninja hug at a crime scene. He doesn't care though, because it's worth the jokes and the betting pools to see that dopey grin show up randomly for hours after.
4.
Danny loves giving hugs, he passes them out like candy, comfort for whoever needs it, and he loves it.
But sometimes, every once in a while, he wishes, deep down inside that someone would give him one when he needed it. That he wouldn't have to be the initiator for once, because he hurts too, and Grace isn't there nearly enough to give him all of the unquestioned hugs he needs.
This is one of those times, finishing up a case and forcing himself to remember all of the details to write his reports. He hates this part, the fact that he can't just escape the memories, he has to force himself to bring them all up and replay every scene in his head. A string of young women murdered because some asshole felt powerful doing it. He couldn't stop thinking of Grace as a teen, as a beautiful young woman who would fit the profile perfectly, and he's forever grateful that Steve managed to tackle the guy down a flight of stairs, even as he flipped his lid.
Steve's been watching him all day, that narrow-eyed look, that laser focus singling him out and he couldn't meet that gaze. If he did, he might do something stupid. Like ask for more than Steve wanted to give.
There's a light knock and Danny snaps out of his daze to look up at Steve standing in his doorway. He's still got that look, like he's trying to figure out some heavily encrypted code and Danny makes the mistake of meeting his eyes, finding himself trapped in place as soon as he does.
Steve must see something in his expression, because his own turns softer and he moves across the office in two long strides. "Oh, Danny. Why didn't you just ask?"
He's right in front of Danny now, pulling him up from his seat and into his body, arms circling around to trap him there. Face full of shoulder, Danny doesn't bother asking how Steve knew what he needed, just slides his hands over Steve's ribs and around to settle on his back. He lets out a shuddering sigh and pushes even closer, turning his face into Steve's neck, so close that his feet are between Steve's and he can feel a heartbeat echoing his own.
He should pull away, before it gets awkward, but five seconds ticks into fifteen and then thirty and Steve just rests his head against Danny's temple like he's in for the long haul. he can feel Steve rubbing his hands in a long trail up and down his back, realises that he's making small circle with his thumbs against Steve's spine.
He should probably care that they're standing in the middle of his office, his very visible office with it's huge windows, but he doesn't. Not when he's surrounded by warm SEAL, soaking up the comfort like a sponge, and if Steve's like an octopus, then Danny must be a starfish, clinging like he'll never let go. He can live with that.
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I love hugs, you guys. More than anything, so these Hug Fests always make my day. :D