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[haolehothead]

Danny has this feeling that if he doesn't make Steve break tonight, it's never going to happen and he's going to go absolutely freaking insane before the wedding. What the hell was he thinking being supportive and helpful and good to Steve? It's done nothing for him on his end and he's left with a lot of frustration

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[sluttylyingliar]

"Take off your clothes and you'll get your answers. Oh, and no underwear. They won't fit under the pants I found you," she instructs, waving her hand. She's pregnant. She's super pregnant and heading to a party she cannot partake in. This blows.

[haolehothead]

Danny gives her a look, plainly wanting to ask if she's serious, but he knows that'll just waste lung-space because he knows that she is. He strips off his t-shirt and gets off the shoes and the jeans, but he keeps the underwear on. "Okay, babe, I know you and me, I know we're close, but you still haven't seen me naked and there are some mysteries I want to keep in the dark."

[sluttylyingliar]

"I cannot believe that after everything you're putting me through being pregnant during your wedding that I don't at least get some ass out of this," she huffs, handing over a sinfully tight pair of matte leather pants. She turns around to face the other direction and tells him to strip.

[haolehothead]

Danny takes the pants into his hands and gives Rachel a look of disbelief. "You're gonna see plenty of my ass in these things," he mutters, shedding his boxers and sighing as he steps into the pants, squirming and working at the button slightly. It's not that hard to get in them. His waist is smaller than most guys he knows, so they fit comfortably, though they're tight as fuck at the ass. "Look, I do seriously have a favor, okay?"

[sluttylyingliar]

"Ask away," she smirks as she carefully drops to her knees to wrap the thigh holster she pilfered out of Steve's drawers around his leg. Wow, these pants leave nothing to the imagination.

Also, Danny's kind of packing.

[haolehothead]

Danny shoots her an impressed look when he sees the holster, smirking at her. If she can't accomplish what he needs to ask, though, the point's moot. "Look, Steve's got this crazy idea that we ought to abstain before the wedding and so he and I haven't done, you know, anything in a long while. I need that to be over tonight. I need a momentary gap."

[sluttylyingliar]

"Are you shitting me?" she scoffs, pushing back up with a grunt and rifling through her stuff. "Steve's a goddamn freak. You are going commando with a thigh holster and a sinfully tight, black wife beater," she announces, handing it over. It's a sort of special ops, rent boy look. Plus, she's gonna do his hair.

[haolehothead]

Danny takes the shirt in hand, shifting slightly to listen to the creak of the pants. "Babe, honey, how am I supposed to walk in these things? If I get an erection, they're gonna strangle my dick," he points out, but slides into the tank top and doesn't even want to look in a mirror. "But I'm serious. I agreed to Steve's terms because I love him, but I can't take it anymore. I need sex. I need sex tonight."

[sluttylyingliar]

"Well, what the fuck do you think we're doing?" she asks, bumping him on purpose with her belly. "I found you motorcycle boots. They're on the couch and I cannot bend down far enough to put them on for you."

[haolehothead]

"You're trying to turn me into a stripper, aren't you? I'm not working a street corner tonight, just so you're aware," he warns, heading to the couch in order to sit down and tug on the boots. "And I'm serious. He's not breaking. I massage his back, nothing. I wear tight clothes, nothing. I make breakfast in bed and spoon him. Nothing!"

[sluttylyingliar]

"Yeah, well maybe other people rubbing up on you when you're not wearing your man panties will help," she huffs, unable to believe that Danny is not the pregnant and hormonal one. "Come here, I'm doing your hair and eye makeup."

[haolehothead]

"I need some serious jealousy going on he -- whoa, hey, eye makeup?" he echoes. He's been strenuously accepting all of this, but he has the feeling that he's about to have to draw some lines. "Rachel? No."

[sluttylyingliar]

"Just the tiniest bit of black liner," she insists, motioning him over. "Seriously, he won't even be able to tell what it is, just that your eyes look hot. Trust me, I'm like an expert."

[haolehothead]

"I'm only doing this because you're pregnant and you won't be able to drink tonight," he says, resigning himself to slight misery. He tugs the boots on and settles back on the couch with a long-suffering sigh. He's exhausted, he's so pent-up that his balls might be permanently blue, and the wedding's still a week away.

[sluttylyingliar]

Rachel smirks and immediately descends with the eye liner. "Keep you eyes open, look up and try not to flinch. It's not going to be sexy if I stab your eye out."

[haolehothead]

Danny gives her a wary look as he peers upwards to the sky, gripping the edges of the couch as tightly as he can. "I mean, I'm still happy to do it because it's what Steve wants, but I have limits and so should he. This should be a limit."