FIC: Stealth Dating (Steve/Danny, PG-13)
Title: Stealth Dating
Author: hotel_window
Summary: The first time Steve picks up the check, Danny knows something's wrong.
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating/content: PG-13 for language, humor
Word count: ~300
A/N: Written for week six of sd_ldws. I won this week! \o/ The prompts were "first time" and "hands/holding hands/touching with hands." Thanks to nova33 for her help!
Stealth Dating
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The first time Steve picks up the check, Danny knows something's wrong.
"Are you feeling okay? Do you have a fever? Because if you're sick, I can't be around you."
"I'm not sick," says Steve. "Can't I buy you dinner sometimes?"
"See, yes, you can," says Danny. "That is what friends do when they share meals with one another. Friends don't estimate the percentage of appetizer consumed by each person, and friends don't require advanced mathematical degrees to split the tab. You, however, never pick up the check. You're either sick or you want something."
Steve leans back in his chair and takes a swig of beer. "I don't want anything."
"I don't believe you. Something's going on." Because seriously, Steve's been acting funny for weeks now--bringing him doughnuts, keeping the radio tuned to Danny's favorite station. He seems to have forgotten the concept of personal space entirely, picking lint from Danny's ties like they're monkeys at the fucking zoo. If Danny didn't know any better, he'd think--
"Shit," says Danny. "Are you dating me?"
Steve chokes on his beer.
"Oh my god, you are," says Danny. "Were you ever planning on telling me? Maybe stealth tactics work when you're tracking assassins through the jungle, but not so much with dating. The other person should probably be aware it's happening."
Steve has the nerve to look hurt. "I didn't think you were unaware. I sort of thought we were...you know." He motions vaguely between them.
"You know?" Danny says, imitating the movement. "You thought we were you know?"
Steve frowns. "You keep green tea in your fridge even though you hate it. Last week you texted just to say goodnight."
"That was---" Danny pauses to let that settle. "Shit."
Steve grins. "Don't worry, Danno. You can get the check next time."
Author: hotel_window
Summary: The first time Steve picks up the check, Danny knows something's wrong.
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating/content: PG-13 for language, humor
Word count: ~300
A/N: Written for week six of sd_ldws. I won this week! \o/ The prompts were "first time" and "hands/holding hands/touching with hands." Thanks to nova33 for her help!
Stealth Dating
*********
The first time Steve picks up the check, Danny knows something's wrong.
"Are you feeling okay? Do you have a fever? Because if you're sick, I can't be around you."
"I'm not sick," says Steve. "Can't I buy you dinner sometimes?"
"See, yes, you can," says Danny. "That is what friends do when they share meals with one another. Friends don't estimate the percentage of appetizer consumed by each person, and friends don't require advanced mathematical degrees to split the tab. You, however, never pick up the check. You're either sick or you want something."
Steve leans back in his chair and takes a swig of beer. "I don't want anything."
"I don't believe you. Something's going on." Because seriously, Steve's been acting funny for weeks now--bringing him doughnuts, keeping the radio tuned to Danny's favorite station. He seems to have forgotten the concept of personal space entirely, picking lint from Danny's ties like they're monkeys at the fucking zoo. If Danny didn't know any better, he'd think--
"Shit," says Danny. "Are you dating me?"
Steve chokes on his beer.
"Oh my god, you are," says Danny. "Were you ever planning on telling me? Maybe stealth tactics work when you're tracking assassins through the jungle, but not so much with dating. The other person should probably be aware it's happening."
Steve has the nerve to look hurt. "I didn't think you were unaware. I sort of thought we were...you know." He motions vaguely between them.
"You know?" Danny says, imitating the movement. "You thought we were you know?"
Steve frowns. "You keep green tea in your fridge even though you hate it. Last week you texted just to say goodnight."
"That was---" Danny pauses to let that settle. "Shit."
Steve grins. "Don't worry, Danno. You can get the check next time."