fic: Unapologetic (Sports Night; Dan/Dana)
For luzdeestrellas and fox1013. Consider this a placeholder for when I eventually do write a full-fledged Dan/Dana story... Mostly, I just had this image in my head and I wanted to get it down before I lost it.
Unapologetic
Sports Night; Dan/Dana; pg; 330 words
"I'm not sorry."
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Unapologetic
Dana's skin beneath his fingers is softer than the fine silk of her blouse; he runs his hands up her bare arms, holding her gaze, waiting for her to tell him he has to stop.
She doesn't, and he can't stop himself.
He leans in, freezes for a second, breathing; he inhales the scent of her--soap, perfume, hairspray--before pressing his lips to hers. He's trembling a little, his heart's pounding like he's just run a marathon, and his hands tighten on her arms, because he can't quite believe this is real, but the feel of supple skin over taut muscle is solid enough under his fingers.
She tastes of coffee and adrenaline, of autumn sunshine and late nights in the control room, and her tongue moves against his confidently, all her nervous baby-bird energy focused on him now, strong enough to make him drunk with it.
He pulls back, shaken, and she reaches up a hand--she's still holding her pen, and there's an ink stain on the knuckle of her middle finger--and cups his cheek gently. He thinks she may be scribbling on his ear. He doesn't care.
"Danny?"
"I'm not sorry I did that." He bites his lip, tastes her cherry Chapstick. "Are you?" He has to ask, can't leave well enough alone.
She holds his gaze, searching. "Is this about Rebecca?"
"No, it's not about Rebecca." He rubs her arms gently, absurdly pleased that she's covered in goosebumps, because it's not cold in her office at all. "Is it about Casey?" He snaps his mouth shut, because everything is about Casey in the end, for both of them, and this is no different.
"No." Her answer is quick, absolute. It's also probably a lie, but Dan's not going to think about that now.
"Even if it is," he says, shrugging, "I'm not sorry."
She raises her other hand, tugs his mouth to hers for another kiss. Against his lips, she says, "Neither am I."
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Feedback is always welcome.
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Unapologetic
Sports Night; Dan/Dana; pg; 330 words
"I'm not sorry."
~*~
Unapologetic
Dana's skin beneath his fingers is softer than the fine silk of her blouse; he runs his hands up her bare arms, holding her gaze, waiting for her to tell him he has to stop.
She doesn't, and he can't stop himself.
He leans in, freezes for a second, breathing; he inhales the scent of her--soap, perfume, hairspray--before pressing his lips to hers. He's trembling a little, his heart's pounding like he's just run a marathon, and his hands tighten on her arms, because he can't quite believe this is real, but the feel of supple skin over taut muscle is solid enough under his fingers.
She tastes of coffee and adrenaline, of autumn sunshine and late nights in the control room, and her tongue moves against his confidently, all her nervous baby-bird energy focused on him now, strong enough to make him drunk with it.
He pulls back, shaken, and she reaches up a hand--she's still holding her pen, and there's an ink stain on the knuckle of her middle finger--and cups his cheek gently. He thinks she may be scribbling on his ear. He doesn't care.
"Danny?"
"I'm not sorry I did that." He bites his lip, tastes her cherry Chapstick. "Are you?" He has to ask, can't leave well enough alone.
She holds his gaze, searching. "Is this about Rebecca?"
"No, it's not about Rebecca." He rubs her arms gently, absurdly pleased that she's covered in goosebumps, because it's not cold in her office at all. "Is it about Casey?" He snaps his mouth shut, because everything is about Casey in the end, for both of them, and this is no different.
"No." Her answer is quick, absolute. It's also probably a lie, but Dan's not going to think about that now.
"Even if it is," he says, shrugging, "I'm not sorry."
She raises her other hand, tugs his mouth to hers for another kiss. Against his lips, she says, "Neither am I."
end
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Feedback is always welcome.
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