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[haolehothead]

Danny's been working a nice little meal all day. There's a little fowl, a little spicy sauce on top of it, and he's just written Steve's name down on a pretty little sheet of paper that might, one day, give him some kind of decision power -- so he may be crazy, but at least he's gonna be crazy as he goes down swinging. He's wearing a pair of jeans

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[newkindofcop]

Steve's been standing there for a while as he watches Danny pick up the dog, walking in and out of rooms with him. He's still towel-drying his hair after rinsing off in the outdoor shower, but he's got clothes on for dinner so he doesn't show up in swim trunks, slipping into a pair of ratty jeans and a threadbare yellow t-shirt. He leaves the towel out on the porch to dry and slips off his sandals before he walks in, and he's waiting in the kitchen by the time Danny makes the rounds and comes back, Zulu still in his arms.

"Pretty soon he's going to get too big for either of us to do that anymore," he admits, reaching over to gently ruffle the dog's head. "Dinner smells good."

[haolehothead]

Danny turns at the sound of Steve's voice and he won't lie -- he goes a little bit stupid when he sees how Steve looks in that shirt. It's just that it's so see-through and Danny can practically see every muscle and nipple and holy crap, Danny is just screwed. "Yeah, dinner is dinner," he says, letting the dog down when he starts to struggle. "Dinner is dog. And the things, with the things."

[newkindofcop]

Steve can't mask the smile that forms, especially at the sight of Danny looking like that, the attempts to talk normally and civilly when his expression says it all. He leans in just enough to brush lips against Danny's and then takes his seat at the dinner table, scooting his chair in close and looking over the plate appreciatively. "Like I said, smells good."

[haolehothead]

"You're a menace," Danny whines out past the kiss, leaning in to steal another kiss from him, just because he can. "Hey, hold up," he says, digging out a couple of glasses of milk before Steve can tuck in and immediately head for water. "So? Did you see? Council nominations are up!" he says eagerly, digging out the cutlery to eat.

[newkindofcop]

"For what, wearing a shirt? What, would you have preferred it if I showed up sandy?" Steve points out, scooping up a big forkful of chicken and rice and shoveling it in right as Danny speaks. The level of spice catches him in the back of his throat and he starts coughing, leaning over, his face turning red as he struggles to swallow.

[haolehothead]

"No, not just wearing a shirt, wearing that shirt, I--" He trails off because Steve looks like he's choking. Danny's on his feet instantly, darting around the corner to help Steve out of the chair. "Babe?" he asks, keeping calm through the pinging feelings of distress. "Babe, are you choking? Do you want help? I know first aid."

[newkindofcop]

Steve's got a fist against his chest and he reaches out for one of the glasses of milk, chugging it down instead of merely swallowing, most of it gone in a matter of seconds before he sighs audibly, swiping the back of his hand across his mouth, his eyes still watering as he looks down at Danny. "No," he croaks. "I'm good."

[haolehothead]

It clicks about thirty seconds after Steve's started to choke.

Danny presses his lips together firmly and backs away to resume sitting at the table, very calmly eating his spicy food without any kind of reaction at all. He eats a little more, dabbing his napkin at the side of his lips as he watches Steve serenely. "Would you like some more milk, dear?"

[newkindofcop]

"What are you so happy about," Steve mutters, his voice still a little wheezy before he takes one last sip of milk, lips pinched to allow barely more than a taste.

"When were you going to tell me?" he asks, ignoring the fact that Danny's all but riding high on his intolerance for spicy food.

[haolehothead]

"SuperSEAL can't take spicy foods," Danny says with a bemused little smirk on his lips. It's definitely not something he expected. "You, you, I figured that you would be able to take anything, but apparently a little cayenne pepper and you're out for the count," he brags.

"And tell you what? That I was making spicy foods?"

[newkindofcop]

"I was talking about the Council nominations," Steve replies, once he finally regains some of the feeling in his tongue and the burning sensation subsides.

"Okay, I don't mind a little spice for flavoring, but what you've done here could kill a man, Danno."

[haolehothead]

Danny's on his feet quickly, sliding over to Steve's side to give his shoulders a light squeeze, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Babe, it wasn't that spicy," he says, giving him a light peck before stealing the plate away in order to switch it out with some milder leftovers. "And what about the Council nominations? You got a problem with me saying you're fit to be a leader?"

[newkindofcop]

"I'm asking you: when were you going to tell me they were up? And you never said anything about putting my name down," Steve answers, swiveling around in his chair to watch Danny head into the kitchen for a moment.

"Danny, we should've talked about this first. For all we know, someone's gone and seconded my name already."

[haolehothead]

"They have, yes," Danny confirms with a nod of his head, bringing back a plate with grilled chicken from before Danny put the spice-rub on it, fresh broccoli on the plate beside it. He gives Steve's shoulder a light squeeze before he sits back down in his chair. "They went up like, this morning." he demands with a shrug. "What? What's the problem, babe?"

[newkindofcop]

"It's just - I hadn't even considered the potential for what would happen if I actually wind up doing this," Steve replies, looking over at Danny, his hands braced on the table on either side of his plate.

"It's a different kind of team than I have some experience with."

[haolehothead]

"Well, yes," Danny agrees instantly, reaching down to scratch Zulu's chin absently and fondly while he stares at Steve, as if he's expecting to hear an actual argument somewhere in there. "And...since when are you anything but fully capable of exactly this?" he wonders. "Steven," Danny deadpans. "You were made for this."