Man! I Feel Like a Woman!
I found another bit of girl!Danny lurking in my files. I think my Word folders are as messy as my room - random things keep popping up.
It’s late when Danny gets home from the bar, and she’s still drunk enough that she has trouble getting the front door open, fumbling her keys and having trouble getting the right one in the lock. She’s expecting everyone to be asleep, but there’s a light on in the living room, and when she stumbles in, Harry looks up from the book he’s reading.
“Fun night?” he raises an eyebrow at her as she leans against the wall.
“Great night,” she grins, covers a yawn.
He laughs. “Glad to hear it.”
She grins again and turns to head up to bed, fighting another yawn. The room sways a little as she moves, and she clutches at the doorframe.
“You all right to get upstairs?” Harry asks, and he’s putting his book down and getting to his feet before she can answer.
“Yeah, I’m good, I’m good,” she says, but lets him hook an arm around her waist and help her towards the stairs.
She ends up having to lean so heavily on him that he’s practically carrying her, but the alcohol’s wearing off fast, now, and she’s too exhausted to be anything but grateful for the help. Tomorrow she can be annoyed, and embarrassed, and wonder what the hell happened to the snarky arsehole she’s used to. But for now, she lets him maneuver her up to her bedroom, dump her onto the mattress, and help her tug her shoes and jeans off. She feels like she should make some sort of a comment about him taking her jeans off, but her eyes are already closing.
“Come on, under the covers,” he says, and pushes at her side until she rolls enough for him to pull the sheet and duvet out from under her and tuck her in.
“You make a good mama bear,” she mumbles at him, and hears his sigh.
“G’night, Dan,” he says, tucks the blankets a little more firmly around her, and turns to go.
“Hey,” she says, grabbing at his wrist. He turns to look at her. “Thanks,” she says, lets her lips curl up into a smile, tightens her fingers for a moment, then releases.
He huffs another sigh, but she can tell he’s not really annoyed.
She lets her eyes close, and she’s half-asleep already, but she feels him brush the hair out of her face and press a kiss to her forehead.
“Get some sleep,” he whispers, almost too soft to hear.
She means to stop him again, ask why he’s being so nice, but she’s too tired and now she’s warm and comfortable, too. It’ll keep until morning.
She’s asleep before he shuts the door behind him.
(Maddy, should this stuff be posted as pre-slash? Technically, it's not really slash at all if Danny's a girl, at least not by popular use of the term, but I keep going back and forth on the matter.)
It’s late when Danny gets home from the bar, and she’s still drunk enough that she has trouble getting the front door open, fumbling her keys and having trouble getting the right one in the lock. She’s expecting everyone to be asleep, but there’s a light on in the living room, and when she stumbles in, Harry looks up from the book he’s reading.
“Fun night?” he raises an eyebrow at her as she leans against the wall.
“Great night,” she grins, covers a yawn.
He laughs. “Glad to hear it.”
She grins again and turns to head up to bed, fighting another yawn. The room sways a little as she moves, and she clutches at the doorframe.
“You all right to get upstairs?” Harry asks, and he’s putting his book down and getting to his feet before she can answer.
“Yeah, I’m good, I’m good,” she says, but lets him hook an arm around her waist and help her towards the stairs.
She ends up having to lean so heavily on him that he’s practically carrying her, but the alcohol’s wearing off fast, now, and she’s too exhausted to be anything but grateful for the help. Tomorrow she can be annoyed, and embarrassed, and wonder what the hell happened to the snarky arsehole she’s used to. But for now, she lets him maneuver her up to her bedroom, dump her onto the mattress, and help her tug her shoes and jeans off. She feels like she should make some sort of a comment about him taking her jeans off, but her eyes are already closing.
“Come on, under the covers,” he says, and pushes at her side until she rolls enough for him to pull the sheet and duvet out from under her and tuck her in.
“You make a good mama bear,” she mumbles at him, and hears his sigh.
“G’night, Dan,” he says, tucks the blankets a little more firmly around her, and turns to go.
“Hey,” she says, grabbing at his wrist. He turns to look at her. “Thanks,” she says, lets her lips curl up into a smile, tightens her fingers for a moment, then releases.
He huffs another sigh, but she can tell he’s not really annoyed.
She lets her eyes close, and she’s half-asleep already, but she feels him brush the hair out of her face and press a kiss to her forehead.
“Get some sleep,” he whispers, almost too soft to hear.
She means to stop him again, ask why he’s being so nice, but she’s too tired and now she’s warm and comfortable, too. It’ll keep until morning.
She’s asleep before he shuts the door behind him.
(Maddy, should this stuff be posted as pre-slash? Technically, it's not really slash at all if Danny's a girl, at least not by popular use of the term, but I keep going back and forth on the matter.)