Some kind of Freaky Friday - Steve/Danny - 1/1
Title: Some kind of Freaky Friday
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In which Steve is cursed, and Danny realizes just how much he can't deal without Steve being, well...Steve.
Disclaimer: Don't own them, no harm intended, no profit made etc.
Warnings: Genderswap
Word count: 9337
Author's note: kapoosh_kapow has generously looked this over so if there is any errors/brit words left in, it's all my fault. I wanted to write genderswap but I didn't want it to be another Danny-as-a-girl story? So I just came up with this. I hope it makes sense, it's a little cracked and insane but that's how my brain can be sometimes. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, comments are amazing and I love them a lot.
Never, ever would have Danny thought that Steve could make a hot girl. Seriously, it makes no sense, because the guy is all masculine and muscles and barging in without back-up and blowing stuff up and kicking people's asses with ninja moves. So, okay, it works for Kono, but still. Steve is not Kono and Danny never really thought about it, honestly, he never thought he'd ever find himself having to deal with the fact that Steve is a woman. Seriously, only in Hawaii would stupid black magic and curses and shit works, because the people living here are stupid and gullible and fuck, fuck, Steve is a woman.
A very hot woman. Not that he's not a very hot male, after all, Danny has been having weird thoughts about this very fact lately, but still. Still, right now, Steve is a woman.
A very hot, freaking out, woman. Not that Danny can blame him, he woke up a woman after being cursed by some black magic coven of witches who kept on stealing bodies. It can't be fun, and Danny is praising the Lord every time he shifts his eyes to Steve that it didn't fall on him. But then again Steve was the one who came in the 'ceremony' with guns blazing, so Danny understands why they would have more of a grudge against him.
Steve calls him way too early in the morning, when they are supposed to be off, but when he picks up it was a girl voice - still dark and strong, but definitely a woman's voice and Danny is really confused and rushed to Steve's when that person - didn't give a name, so Danny just panics - asks him to.
Only to find him, her, in his bedroom, sitting on the floor by his bed, knees drawn up and shaking a little. She doesn't look up, and Danny feels his human skills kicking in as he kneels by her side, close but not touching. He wonders where the fuck McGarrett is and what the fuck did he do to that poor woman, and how in hell does she even know him, and why did she use Steve's phone anyway?
"Hey, hey, it's okay, lady. You're safe now."
She doesn't answer, just lets out a sob that seems to rip her chest in two. Danny frowns, bites his lip.
"Can you tell me what happened? What did Steve do to you?"
He's going to kill the bastard son of a bitch. He doesn't even care that Steve is his friend, he doesn't even care that he might have some sort of weird feelings for the man, feelings that go further than friendship, you just don't fuck around with women to the point they call the police. What the fuck happened, Danny can't really wrap his head around the facts in front of him, combined with Steve. It just doesn't really compute, to Danny, he's learnt a lot about McGarrett recently and he just can't see him being an abusive lover kind of person.
The girl lifts her head at his words, her eyes narrowed sharply, tears making them as blue as the sea. She looks angry, all of a sudden.
"Steve didn't do anything to me, Danny. I am Steve."
Danny sits back, gripping the bedcovers by his head, blinking at the furious glare he's still getting from the woman, and you know, it's impossible, it can't be Steve, Steve is a man and he doesn't have soft features like this but he does have a hard stare and very blue eyes and hair with grey streaks in and tattoos on his forearms like she does.
"That's - what. That's impossible, what are you saying, the fuck? Where is Ashton Kutcher, it's okay, joke's over, let's go on."
The woman clenches her jaw, gritting her teeth, and looks away. Her arms are still tight around her knees, and Danny finds himself wanting to reach out. He's not going to, though, he's just not.
"This is not a fucking joke, Danno, fuck's sakes."
Danno. Danno, she called him Danno. So Danny lunges forward and grabs her arm and checks the tattoo, rubs at it to make sure it's not makeup or something - they wouldn't go as far as to get her a real one just for a prank, would they? And when it doesn't come off or smudges Danny pushes himself back as if he's been burnt, and Steve - Steve as a woman - glares at him some more. Danny does the only thing he can think of.
"I'm calling Kono."
*
Kono's not that surprised, and she and Steve manage to piece the events together quickly. Steve appears calm, but Danny knows that the tension and fear that this stupid Commander hardly ever feels are simmering right under the surface. He doesn't even understand why he wants to dig and pull those feelings out so much, but he does. Danny wants to see Steve explode. Maybe because he's scared shitless himself. Maybe because it'll show him once again that Steve is an actual human being with feelings. Maybe because Danny wants an excuse to be the strong one in the relationship for once, maybe because he wants Steve to rely on him, need him. He's so fucked up.
Kono leaves to try and gather some info from the witches they booked the night before, and Steve wants to come along but Kono stops him - her - with an explanation that the witches will know who he - she - is, and Danny finds himself alone with Steve again. Steve. As a woman.
"Don't look so uncomfortable, Danno."
"Don't - excuse me? My partner is a woman and you expect me to be cool and calm about it? How are you cool and calm about it, anyway, fuck, you should be freaking out like you never have before."
"Maybe I've just got more self-control than you."
"You - God, you, my friend, are fucked in the head. The only person in the world that wouldn't be disturbed by the fact that their dick dropped off overnight."
Steve seems to deflate a little, and his - her - poker face falls a little, feeling fleetingly appearing over his - her - features. This is getting tiring already, Danny has to make a choice and for now, he shall call Steve her.
Maybe he's even angrier because Steve, Steve as a woman, is fucking gorgeous. It's a world of wrong that Danny looks at her this way, but he can't help himself. She's shorter than Steve but still taller than Danny, and she's lithe and lean but still muscular, just not in an ugly way for a woman. And her legs are a mile long and she's not wearing a bra - her boobs are not that big but that's not the point here, the point is that Danny can see her nipples through the thin fabric of the white vest she's wearing, and he can see her taut stomach too, because Steve knotted the shirt at the back over her hips because it was way too big and Steve always needs his clothing to be super tight for some reason. And when she turns around to turn the coffee maker on the tramp stamp tattoo is exposed and right there in Danny's face and it looks even bigger because Steve is shorter, smaller, and it disappears in the shorts that Steve is wearing, he probably stole them from Mary Ann because they're definitely not his own; Steve, as a man, would never fit in those.
And you know, thing is - Danny would love to lick that tramp stamp. And he stopped denying it to himself a few months ago, he'd love to lick that fucking tramp stamp, whether Steve is a man or a woman. Because this fucked up island sieged by jellyfish makes you lose your mind, and then fall in love with your work partner, who is a man. A lunatic, mental Navy SEAL with control issues, who has no respect for rules and enjoys trying to kill you on a daily basis. And who, right now, is a woman.
And it seems that woman-Steve is just as much of a tease as man-Steve is, bending down to look into the fridge for milk and not bending her knees, of course, and Danny can control himself when it's man-Steve but when it's woman-Steve doing it Danny has to dig his fingers in his thighs.
"We'll sort it out. I won't stay like this long."
"You act as if you're used to it."
Steve gives Danny a look and a smirk, as if it has, and Danny takes a deep breath.
"Is it another of your jungle secrets?"
"That's classified, Danny."
"Your whole life is classified, babe. You know, this whole partnership thing is supposed to be based on trust and yet -"
"That's not the point, and you know it. I trust you."
"Oh you do, do you?"
Steve leans over the kitchen table, giving Danny a hard look, hair falling into her face. It kinda ruins the moment when she blows it off, her eyes crossing for a second, and Danny snorts, Steve smiles, and the tension breaks. Danny thinks he sees a little bit of fear pass over Steve's eyes, but then it's gone and she's turning around and pouring them both a coffee. Danny's eyes are drawn to the tattoo and he bites the inside of his lip, wondering if Steve tastes the same as a woman.
Not that he's got to taste Steve's skin really, not on purpose, he just got his face smashed into Steve's bare shoulder once to protect him from an explosion and he'd been able to taste him on his lips for hours afterwards. Hours; more like days. He's fucking jerked off to it. But still, he needs to stop this. Steve is not going to stay a woman and Danny will not try anything, he will not.
"I trust you, Danny."
Danny looks away again, wraps his fingers around his coffee and huffs out a laugh. He doesn't really trust himself right now.
"Yeah."
*
She drives Danny's car. At least that doesn't change. To be honest, besides the physical aspects of this, nothing really changes.
"I don't understand what your problem is, Danny. Surfing will not kill you."
"No? Will it not? Because I read quite often about people getting killed while surfing. And then there are the sharks, and the octopuses, and the jellyfish. No, really, thanks, but no thanks. I'll pass. I will not adhere to this religion, babe."
It's so easy to call her babe. It was easy when he was a man, but it's just coming out now, he doesn't even have to think about it. Maybe because she is a babe, but Danny's not thinking about that, because if he does he's going to look down and see the holster she strapped around her thigh, right there against her skin, and he'll want to reach out and touch, and no.
Steve smirks, chuckles, her eyes on the road. Danny wants to punch her a little, but he's not that kind of person. He doesn't punch girls.
"You spend your life on the wrong end of a gun and yet you don't want to surf because of jellyfish."
"Jellyfish are disgusting, filthy animals that you can't kill and they give you infections and shit so please don't try to make fun of this, Steve, I have perfectly valid reasons not to want to surf and you will not, I repeat, you will not change my mind. Where are we going anyway?"
Danny decides he's probably better not to try to explain to Steve that, if he ends up at the wrong end of a gun most of the time, it's because of her and her crazy, psycho 'I'm a super SEAL' ways. He doesn't really want to have that conversation again.
"State prison for women. Apparently the witch that cursed me is there."
Ah, possible breakthrough. Danny nods and sits back, his head still reeling over the fact that they uncovered a coven of necrophiliac witches and one of them cursed Steve, and it worked. He can hardly believe it, but then he looks sideways and sees Steve tucking dark hair around her ear and sees the seatbelt between her boobs and her legs, her legs. He's definitely a girl. It definitely worked. It's insane, this place is insane.
"Fucking hellhole."
*
The witch won't do anything. She says she can't, she says she didn't think it'd work and she has no idea how to reverse it. She's a fucking idiot and Danny, once again, thinks about revoking his 'not hitting women' rule; he'd really like to punch her in the eye. And Steve looks so angry, the vein in her temple showing and beating with the rapid rhythm of her heart, that Danny feels angry on her behalf, too. He didn't even want her to come, he wanted her to stay in the car, but, fuck, it's Steve McGarrett, what kind of stupid idea was it for Danny to want her to stay in the car?
Steve slams all the doors she can on their way out of the prison, her face set and her jaw working, and Danny might not speak fluent McGarrett yet - although he's learning - but here he knows exactly what frame of mind she's in, and it's not a good one. It's not a good one, at all. And Danny isn't scared of Steve at the best of times, when he's a man, but there's something terrifying about the anger of a trapped woman. He's been married long enough to know this.
"Steve -"
It takes one look, one simple look and Danny shuts his mouth, turns his head away and lets Steve drive them away from the prison, the tall walls blocking the sun from them. Steve is stonily silent, and Danny just bites the inside of his lip repeatedly, trying to come up with solutions, anything they can do to reverse the situation, but he's not from here and he knows nothing about black magic and curses and shit like that, he's got his two feet on the ground, thank you very much. But that's not helping Steve.
They go to Steve's, but she gives him one other look and Danny stays put.
"I'll be right back, okay? Just grabbing something."
She leaves the car and Danny fidgets, contemplates rushing to the other side and taking his rightful spot, behind the wheel, because she won't be able to fight him. But she's upset enough as it is, he doesn't need to add on top of it, and you can say a lot of things about Danny Williams, but you can't say he's mean like that. So he stays where he is and he wonders what is Steve doing and when she reappears it's from the side of the house and she's got a surfboard under her arm and a towel wrapped around her shoulders. And that, no, that Danny can't really deal with.
"You're going surfing? Really? Do you not think we have better things to do than go surfing right now? Like, I don't know, try to find a solution that will make you a man again?"
"There's nothing we can do right now, and I need to let off some steam."
"Nothing - Steve, look, there's plenty we can do."
Steve waves a dismissive hand and then gets in the car after strapping her board to the roof - how she got the equipment installed Danny will never know, but he might punch Steve when he's back to being a man - forcing Danny to follow her if he wants to convince her.
"You do whatever you want to do, Danno. I'm going to the beach."
Danny clenches his jaw, knowing Steve is completely in his 'I'm Navy and I will do whatever the fuck I want' mindset and there is nothing Danny can say or do that will change that. It drives him crazy that his partner won't listen to him and right now it reminds him way too much of his failed marriage, which doesn't help the situation.
"Fine. Fine! Let's go to the beach."
Steve smiles, but it's full of tension and it's really hard for Danny not to call her a bitch.
*
The tension doesn't really go away. Well, thing is, maybe the tension leaves Steve a little, but it definitely sticks to Danny like a second skin, making him shove a fist in his mouth when Steve turns away from him to run down the beach. Thing is, she stripped to a bikini she probably stole from Mary Ann as soon as they hit the beach and her vest and shorts and thigh holster ended up in Danny's arms and they smell like her. They smell like him, like Steve, man-Steve, whom Danny misses a little, because he might be a gigantic pain in the ass, but he's even worse as a woman. And Danny can deal with his feelings for man-Steve, but he's having a hard time with woman-Steve. Maybe it's because he's more straight than gay, to be honest in his opinion he's mostly Stevesexual, which he can't explain but that's the way it is, he wants Steve, whether he's a he or a she. He loves Steve, which is fucking stupid and fucks with his job right now.
Because, you know, he's a detective, he observes, that's part of his job and so he observes Steve as she jogged down the beach with her board under her arm, he observed her amazing, absolutely amazing ass, and that sinful tattoo on her lower back, and the golden hue of her skin, and that's when Danny bit on his knuckles to stop himself from whimpering.
And he's sweating and his hair keeps catching in it because of the wind, and he can't take his eyes off her and shit, okay, shit. He has to go and sit in the car, turn on the A/C on full blast, and press a palm against his cock straining in his dress pants. He can't have her see this.
He forces himself to calm down, taking deep breaths and calling Chin and Kono to try and come up with a plan of action of some sort, something to get Steve back to Steve, too tall, too male and too much - and maybe that Steve can also get Danny hard in 0.2 seconds, but that's not the point right now. The point right now is that he's going fucking insane and he needs some stability in his life.
He doesn't have many more leads or ideas by the time he gets off the phone from Chin and Kono, and so he tells them to go home and enjoy the rest of their weekend. He'll deal with Steve. He has to.
She chooses this time to come back, and Danny leans against the side of the Camaro, her clothes in his hands, covering his crotch. Steve grabs the towel he hands her with a grateful smile, drying herself down, and fuck, she has the most amazing body Danny has ever seen, even, fuck, even Rachel doesn't compare. Steve is taut and tight and curvy and then she bends to dry her legs and Danny clenches his jaw so hard to keep from whimpering his teeth hurt. She's being the worst tease Danny has ever met and it's highly probable she doesn't even realize it.
"I sent Chin and Kono home. It's Saturday after all."
"They had nothing?"
Danny shakes his head, unsure of how she's going to take the news, but she just nods and wraps the towel around her hips, twisting her hair in her hands to get rid of the excess water.
"Okay. Well, maybe I'll wake up tomorrow as who I should be again."
Danny prays and hopes and wishes to everything and everyone it's the case.
*
It doesn’t happen. The next day Steve is still a woman and still acting as if it's super cool. They get a case and Steve refuses to be left out, so she forces her way in, telling people around she's just in from the mainland for a few days while McGarrett is out, that Danny's in charge, it's okay, only of course Danny isn't in charge.
And it's Sunday and really, really Danny wishes he could be alone in his way too hot tiny dingy flat, thinking of how the fact that Steve is now a woman made him think about the feeling he has for Steve as a man, but of course that doesn't happen, because since when is his life easy.
And of course it's the kind of case that's got Jameson on their backs, so they can't really look further into Steve's predicament, they have to be 24/7 on this prostitution ring that is hitting all the high rollers in Hawaii, and it's not like Steve is asking them to use some of their time to look into it, herself. No, it's like she decided that being a woman is fine.
So Danny finds himself having to field questions about McGarrett's sudden disappearing act, about the new girl's sudden appearance, calls from the Governor every five minutes, and all his own conflicted feelings about Steve, as a man and a woman. But since he's in charge, at least he gives himself a break from time to time, sending Steve along with Chin and teaming up with Kono. He avoids all these pointed glances Kono throws at him, though, because he knows she wants to talk about it all, she wants to talk about his feelings, and Danny is really not prepared to admit any kind of feelings he can have for Steve to anyone. He's still not certain he's ready to stop denying them to himself.
*
It takes them two weeks to gather enough data on the prostitution ring to consider making an arrest. And still, the Governor wants them to do this as quietly as possible, so it means getting someone in undercover. And they decide this big charity night for some cancer trust or another will be perfect to smuggle someone in and catch their perp, Scott Paulsen, passing his girls around, collecting money. They know he'll be there and they know the girls will have clients - some dignitaries are really quite disgusting, but that's not the first time Danny thinks this.
And Steve, Steve, of course Steve volunteers for the job. And Danny has no idea why neither Kono nor Chin protest.
"No. There is no way in Hell -"
"Danny, it makes sense."
"How, tell me how it makes sense, Steve, really? Because I fail to see how it does?"
Kono and Chin disappear when Danny folds his arms over his chest, and he thinks maybe it's best, because he's mad, he's angry, he's scared. And his fights with Steve are not getting any better, smoother, or easier. Especially not when he's actually upset. So fucking scared, why isn't Steve scared, ever?
"Nobody knows me in this body, Danny! I'm anonymous, but I still am me. I can protect myself."
"Fuck's sakes, Steve, you are not a 6 foot 1 enormous navy SEAL right now! You're different, okay, and you have to wrap your head around it. How do you know your ninja skills are still as effective when you don't have all those muscles, and your center of gravity has changed? What tells you if you have to use your gun, the recoil won't dislocate your shoulder?"
"Kono does it -"
"Kono has always been a woman!"
Steve's arms fall to her sides, as if suddenly, the fight has left her. Danny can only hope, because then they'll get to work on an actual plan. This plan is not going forward.
"We have a week. I'll be ready, Danny. Whatever you say, I am doing this."
Danny's jaw clenches, along with his fists against his chest. His heart is hammering in his chest, and he knows there is no way he'll get this fire he can see in her eyes to die out. He never got that fire to die out when Steve was a man, so he can imagine it'll be even harder now. But fuck, he can't see this happening. He's too fucking scared, and that mere fact scares him, because he's never felt that way with anyone else than Grace.
"I just. I can't. I can't do this. If you're doing this, I'm not. You're going in without me."
*
Danny feels guilty. He feels awful, because this is not him, he doesn't back out from protecting his friends, his family, his loved ones. But the mere thought of Steve walking in there makes him sick to his stomach. And he knows that this thing inside him, the thing gripping his heart and turning his stomach into lead, it'll take over his self-control and thought process and he knows nobody will be able to stop him follow Steve and ruin everything. He knows it's a better idea for him to back out of this. And he hates himself for it, because Steve has never let him down, and here he is, being an asshole. He's doing this out of love, really?
That's the thing, though. Danny loves him. Right now he loves her, because he is a her, a fucking hot her, a her that wants to take herself in the face of danger, just like he would do, but there it is. Danny knows very well just how well Steve can take care of himself. He has no idea how well Steve can take care of herself. And the whole thing is driving him crazy, because he's had two whiskeys by now and his thoughts are turning fuzzier by the second.
When there's a knock on the door, Danny's startled, and not really in the best way. He doesn't want any company, and he has a feeling this visit is not going to be a good one. He opens the door to Steve, and his stomach lurches up. He wants her so badly, but he wants Steve to be back to being a man even more. That witch, that fucking witch. Danny can't believe this is real. Still, not even after more than two weeks. He wonders how long it's going to last. He's scared it's going to be forever. Fuck.
"Danny."
She pushes past him and her hair whips him in the face and he can see she's shivering but he doesn't do anything about it. He just closes the door and looks at her finish his glass of whiskey.
"Steve."
He doesn't ask what are you doing here, or why do you look so upset? He already knows why she's here and why she looks so upset. She's here upset because he's a fucking asshole and she should already be beating him up, it's a wonder why she's not.
It takes her a while to say anything. She stares at the bottom of the glass she just drained, holding it between delicate fingers that Danny can't imagine around a gun. Then, after a while of just silence, icy silence that makes Danny grab one of the hoodies he only wears when he's alone and wrap it around her bare shoulders, she talks. She still isn't looking at him.
"I need you, Danny. I need you to be there with me. I don't want to do this without you. You're my partner, you're supposed to have my back, and I shouldn't have to beg for it."
Danny sits next to her, looking down at his hands over his lap, clenched together in a tight knot. He knows she's right; he's just unable to deal with the fears and the other feelings, those that freak him out a little, because they make him want Steve even more, they make him want Steve to be a man again so they can deal with this. He has no idea if they can do that while Steve's a woman.
"I know. Fuck, believe me, I know, but it's just. It's just hard, you know, because I've seen you throw yourself at danger all the time as if you enjoy it, but right not I'm not sure you can actually back it up! And I'm just not ready for this - I'm not ready to lose you."
He's saying too much. He's saying way too much and Steve looks stunned, for a minute there, just looking at Danny as if he's grown two heads, or something really disgusting like that. Danny finds himself blushing, realizing what he's saying, what he's admitting, sort of. Shit. He can remember when Steve called him sensitive, mocked him for it, but in that almost endearing way, and right now it makes him angry, he doesn't want to be that weak and he doesn't want to have these feelings for Steve, Steve as a man, Steve as a woman, just. Steve. He doesn't even want to make differences anyway, because there aren't any. Steve is just the same, just the same, but right now, Danny's not strong enough for it.
And he wants her to say something, dismiss the tension, anything that could help right now, make things easier. Tell him she forgives him for being an ass, that she understands he can't be her backup this time. But Steve grits her teeth, pushes her hair back, stands and leaves Danny's flat. Danny's legs give out just as he gets to his bed.
*
Danny's in the office the evening of the charity event. He's still not in on it, but he's working the papers to make sure everything's as regulated as possible. It's the least - and the best - he can do.
He knew Chin and Kono wouldn't be happy, but they don't ask him for explanations or reasons or anything like that, probably because they know already, they know that Danny is frozen with fear and they know that he'll do something stupid if he's there with them. They know he loves Steve, basically, which sucks because Danny doesn't feel ready to talk about this shit and to wonder about it. Why is it so easy to let Steve throw himself in front of danger when he's a man, but not when he's a woman? What is wrong with Danny, what makes him such a fucking misogynist? And Steve said - he has no problem letting Kono do it, either. It makes no sense to him, that fear, completely irrational. Why is he the scared one, why isn't it Steve?
"You know, brah, I get it."
Chin is sitting in his office and Danny hasn't even realized until he started talking. Looking up and blinking the thoughts away, he gives Chin a look.
"You get what?"
"Why you don't want to do this. It's hard, watching her act as if everything's fine and normal."
"I shouldn't be scared, though. It's Steve."
"Yeah, but not really, is it? Anyway. Just wanted to say - I'll have her back, okay? Nothing will happen to her."
"Okay."
Danny has nothing better to say. And then his mind is wiped completely blank, because the door to the office opens and closes and Kono walks in with Steve, Steve all - dressed up. Glamorous, in a long, dark blue dress, with discreet sequins and a plunging neckline, her hair up, make-up done tastefully. Danny finds himself standing up and walking to the two of them, feeling like some sort of zombie. Kono smiles and disappears, Danny has no idea where and he doesn't really care, because he's completely transfixed by Steve right now, he can't take his eyes off her. Another reason why he can't do this mission with them, he'd be utterly useless. He had months of managing to learn how to control himself around Steve - man-Steve that is - but this new version of him - her - is just too much. So he's fucked up and he's definitely not professional here, but he can't help it. He'd rather have this than making things worse by being there.
"What do you think?"
She's holding the skirt of the dress in her hand and Danny can see she's wearing flip-flops, and in a way it makes him feel so much better about the whole thing, he doesn't really understand why. It just does. He takes a deep breath, forcing his eyes back up her body, to her face, and he wishes he could whip off the frown from his features, but he just can't. He wants to smile, but he can't, either. He can't reassure her, because he can't reassure himself.
"You look gorgeous."
Steve looks abashed, a nice, healthy blush creeping up her cheeks as she flicks her eyes away from his. Danny forces himself to relax, schools his features into something less worried and something more engaging. He's still not doing this, there is no way, but she will, and he has to make up for being an ass and not being her backup, and he can't shoot down her confidence.
But really, she will be the most gorgeous person in the room when she walks into the event, Danny knows it, has not a single doubt about it. He just hopes she does, too, because well, Steve has always been pretty confident, but Danny knows how women and their hormones can screw up the most confident of them. He has no idea what's going on in her head, now.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. You'll kick ass."
"Danny -"
He holds up a hand, stopping whatever she was about to say. He feels bad enough as it is. Steve just nods, bites her lip, before reaching out and squeezing his hand with hers, so much smaller than they should be. Danny has to suppress a shiver.
"Okay. Okay."
"Good luck, Steve."
*
Chin sends Danny regular updates during the mission. He feels intensely relieved when he gets the last one, all good, Paulsen booked and at HPD. Drove Steve home, she's fine and at the same time he feels even angrier now, because he didn't have to skip on them and be a fucking coward about it all. He could have stayed and helped, because it all went fine. He's such a fucking idiot and he hates himself even more right now than he ever has, even when he fucking everything up with Rachel. Steve needed him, asked him to help, told him she needed him, and he'd taken the easy route out because he was scared, scared of his own feelings.
Finishing his drink, Danny races out of his flat and gets into his car.
*
The house is quiet when Danny gets there, but he knows Steve well enough to know she won't be asleep yet, too much adrenaline after an undercover mission. He walks to the lanai to find her there, watching the sea with a beer in her hand, still in that blue dress that makes her skin look even more golden, makes her breasts look even bigger. Her hair is down again, strands moving with the light breeze blowing from the ocean, framing the sharp angles of her face. She turns when she sees him, a steely look passing through her eyes.
"You didn't knock."
"No, I didn't. Sorry."
"Whatever."
Danny clenches his jaw and moves around to face her, wanting to fall to his knees in front of her, plead and beg for forgiveness. Instead, he falls heavily on the chair in front of her, reaches out and grazes her fingers with his own, feeling the condensation from the beer bottle.
"Don't, Danny."
"Are you okay?"
Steve's eyes shoot up to meet his, so blue and a little angry. He can't blame her, he's angry at himself.
"I'm fine, brah."
"Yeah? You don't look it."
"Oh, really? And why, do you think? Do you think it's because I'm trapped in this body, or because you, my partner, can't stand to be in the same room as me anymore? What have I done, Danny, huh?"
Danny doesn't find himself speechless often, but right now he does, because he didn't even stop and think about how it would make Steve feel. He is such a dick, it's unbelievable. Pulling his hand away, Danny looks down, feeling his usual anger being replaced by anguish and shame.
"Fuck, Steve, no. No, that's not it. I'm sorry, you didn't - it's not your fault, fuck, it's me, okay? I'm such an ass, Steve. I just. You seem so cool about this whole thing and I'm not, you know? I can't wrap my head around this and I want you back and I feel so fucking angry, and scared all the time because you're just, you look so fucking delicate and it doesn't seem like it's you, and at the same time it's so you it drives me crazy! I don't know how I'm supposed to act and it all feels wrong to feel the way I do -"
"Did you even stop thinking about yourself once?"
"I - huh."
Steve stands up and starts pacing a little, and Danny can only follow, a force pulling him up, making him want to reach out again, hug her, tell her how sorry he is. He didn't even realize, how selfish he was, and not it's the only thing he can think about.
"I can't believe this. I can't believe you. I thought maybe, just maybe you had a good reason for not standing by me, but you don't, do you? You fucking asshole. It's always about you, your family, your problems. For once, for once I need you, I need you to put yourself aside and be my partner, and you can't even do it. I'm a woman, Danny! Do you think this is easy for me? I have to pee sitting down and these boobs are heavy and I get all these hormones coursing through me and they make me want you and I can't stop it! What's your excuse, huh?"
Danny knows what his excuse is, and he also knows it's never going to be enough. But now the words are on the tip of his tongue and he can't swallow them back in, they're begging to be let out, to be screamed from the roof, to the fucking entire world. Right now he wants everybody to know that the best thing that happened to him since he moved to Hawaii is Steve McGarrett and he's not scared of it anymore.
"I love you."
Steve stops pacing, and Danny squares his shoulders, ready to take the blow he's certain will happen now. That's his excuse, though, that's all he can say, and he says it with strength, his voice steady. What he doesn't expect is Steve, surging forward, and kissing him hard.
Danny uncurls his fists to reply to the kiss, opening up when she laps at his bottom lip and he slides his fingers in her hair, and it's as soft as he imagined. The kiss itself, though, is nothing short of brutal, Steve's hands framing Danny's face, fingertips digging in his cheekbones, and it almost hurts but it feels amazing. He whimpers when she pulls away.
"You're such a dick, I can't believe it. Danno -"
He cuts her off, kissing her again, and then turns them around and pushes her towards the house when they come up for air, and it's probably wrong but it feels so right, Danny can't stop, won't stop. And when she moans in his ear and tugs on his earlobe, Danny really doesn't give a flying fuck about anything anymore, he can worry later. His ears are super-sensitive, what can he say.
He groans and pushes her into the wall by the French doors leading inside the house, teeth sinking in the soft flesh of her shoulder. He pushes the straps of her dress and it silently falls to the floor, and suddenly she's wearing so little - only a bikini - his stomach twists at the feeling of skin under his fingertips, soft and silky, and he knows, he just knows that even if Steve was a man right now, his skin would feel exactly the same. She's got the same old, faded scars, and Danny wants to run his tongue over the lot of them. He gets goosebumps at the thought, closing his eyes tightly when her fingers dive in his hair, when she gasps a breathy moan in his ear.
It's way too easy for his hands to find the knots keeping her bikini top on and to pull on the ends. She doesn't stop him, she doesn't stop anything when her top falls off, and she's topless and they're outside and really, really Danny should push himself away, leave her alone, and run away maybe. But when he looks up, his eyes meet hers and there's such determination and desire in the blue of her irises that Danny dry-swallows. Suddenly it dawns on him that Steve, Steve would not let him run away right now. Even if he was the biggest asshole in the world.
"Stop thinking, Danny. Want this. Want you."
Her voice is hoarse and Danny contemplates it all - is it Steve, as a man inside, wanting this because he wants to experiment sex as a woman, or is it Steve, as a woman, wanting sex, or is it Steve, just Steve, wanting Danny, in any way possible? Danny would like to know if he's being used, thank you very much, but he doesn't have time to raise the argument that Steve's hands are unbuttoning his shirt and her tongue is flicking his earlobe, again, and it's as if she knows.
Danny feels the growl he lets out come all the way from deep within his chest, weeks, months of frustrations and questions about his sexuality and what the fuck is he doing, wanting his partner, wanting Steve, unleashed now. He dips his head, nipping at one of Steve's nipples lightly as his hands move down, all the way down over her ass, and he hoists her up - she's so fucking light.
And she, she wraps her legs around his waist and rolls her hips and Danny is going crazy, because the noises she makes are so hot and wet and obscene and he wants more, more. Her skin tastes of sunlight and sweat and seawater and she fists a hand in his hair, the other digging into his shoulder blade. Danny wants her so bad, wants him so bad, he whimpers when there's a shot of pain along with the bliss making his knees buckle, creating the perfect balance and keeping him from completely losing it.
His fingers pull deftly at the strings holding her bikini bottom together next, and it falls off her body with almost too much ease, but Danny's busy with her nipples so he doesn't take the time to contemplate that fact, he's already got one hand down between her legs, he's already got a finger pressed against her clit, and Steve falls forward a little, leaning into him a bit more, her lips in his hair, whispering a million words a minute, asking Danny for more.
It's enthralling and again, Danny finds himself wondering if Steve, as a man, would say the same stuff, would be begging for it like this. Danny can only hope so when he turns around, surprising Steve, who yelps and laughs as he sits her on the garden table, and she might get the imprint of the wrought iron all over her ass, but Danny has a feeling she won't give a shit.
Going down on Steve is easy, because she's incredibly enthusiastic about the idea and she's very vocal about it, which is a plus for him, but maybe not for Steve's neighbors. But she wraps her legs around his head and cards her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer when he does something she likes, growling when he does something she doesn't. He keeps tabs, pressing his tongue flat against her clit and crooking his finger inside her because it makes her cry out, and she sounds bewildered and amused and aroused at the same time, and she tastes heavenly and, okay, Danny really wants to fuck her now, so he pulls away a little, but her fingers tighten in his hair and her legs tremble around him, so he looks up, sees her all tense and shaking, her hair sticking to her face, her lips parted.
"Fuck fuckfuckfuck oh Christ Danny, if you stop now I swear I will roundhouse kick you. I swear!"
Danny just hums against her in answer, making her tremble a little more, whatever she was going to say next turning into a loud moan. She comes when he's got two fingers inside her and her clit sucked between his lips and she shakes and pulls so hard at his hair he wonders if he'll get a bald spot. He's hard as fuck, too, his shorts restraining and painful and he needs, he needs. Pulling away from her, he kisses his way up Steve's body, and then she licks her own taste inside his mouth, a hand curled around his neck and her thighs still shaking a little around his waist.
"Oh, fuck. Never thought - woah."
Danny smirks, he can't help feel a little smug. But he's also going out of his mind there, so he opens his shorts himself and lets out a loud groan, dropping his forehead on her shoulder when he frees his cock, wraps a hand around it. Steve bats Danny's hand away quickly, her breathing still ragged, but her touch sure, her hold tight, as if - as if she's done this before and Danny's mind reels at the idea. To be fair if Steve was completely straight they wouldn't be in this situation right now, since Steve is still a man, inside, and wouldn't let a dick come near him if she didn't feel like it, but still, the thoughts and images of Steve, man-Steve, with a cock that is not his own between his hands, it's blowing Danny's mind a little, and if possible, he grows even harder in her hand, making her mewl appreciatively.
And Danny finds himself seeing his face more than hers, seeing his sharp angles more than her softer ones, his bigger arms instead of hers, and he bites his lip because he misses Steve, he misses the real Steve, and he wishes it could be him right now, because everything would be fucked up but at the same time everything would be right. But this train of thought doesn't last long, because Steve slides off the table and onto her knees in front of Danny, trapping herself between him and the table. She spends about two seconds looking him up and down before swallowing his cock, as far as she can, making obscene, wet noises that force Danny to grip the table, his knuckles turning white, to keep him from thrusting his hips, fucking her mouth. She has a way, though, it feels like she knows what she's doing and again, again he imagines Steve, Steve as a man, with a cock between his lips. In his mind's eye, it looks insanely good, but then the image is wiped away when he looks down, sees her face, so different from man-Steve, and at the same time, so exactly the same.
Fuck, she's good at this. Danny slides his fingers through her hair, their eyes meeting for the fraction of a second before she closes her eyes and starts sucking harder, ripping broken sounds from Danny's throat as he feels tendrils of bliss and incredulity and madness wrapping around his insides, telling him he's going to come soon, very soon. He pulls at her hair a little, unable to talk, only able to moan and groan and thrust a little, shallow little thrusts and Steve takes it, she does, and she doesn't pull away when he does come, his orgasm turning him inside out, making his skin too tight and his lungs too small and everything feel white hot and perfect and maybe he died, maybe it was all a dream and he's in Heaven or in a coma or something.
Steve only pulls away once Danny's gone soft and she's sucked him dry, straightening up and looking into his eyes again. Danny fists a hand in her hair, pulling her into another hard kiss, to which she replies eagerly, with a soft moan, her hands wrapped around his biceps. She pulls away first, resting her temple against his, breathing heavy.
"I'm exhausted."
"Don't blame you."
"Are you staying? Please stay, Danno."
"I'm staying if you want me to."
She nods, and Danny kinda wants to ask her if she loves him too, maybe, if he's alone in this or not, if this was only because she wanted to experience it or not. But when she sags against him, Danny shakes his head, pulls his shorts up and then pulls her into his arms, fireman carry style, all the way up to her bedroom. She's already asleep when he pulls the covers on top of them.
*
Danny wakes up with the sun and a raging hard-on. It's weird, being the big spoon again - hasn't happened since Rachel. But what's even weirder right now is that he's being the big spoon to someone that feels much bigger than Steve has been recently, much harder. Danny blinks the sleep out of his eyes, squinting against the sun, and then his heart jumps in his throat. Because Steve is indeed lying next to him, sleeping peacefully, naked, the covers around his waist. Around his waist. Steve is a man. Steve is -
"Holy Mother of -"
Steve groans, frowns in his sleep, turns towards Danny, and there, their hard cocks brush against one another and Steve's eyes open. Danny feels the grin splitting his face in two as Steve sits up suddenly, touching himself all over, and then he starts laughing, laughing hard, loud, male, happy. Danny sits up next to him, wraps his hand around Steve's forearm, and Steve's eyes are beautiful when he looks at Danny.
"Fuck, Danny."
"Happy?"
"You have no idea."
"Oh, believe me, I do."
Steve grows a little bit more serious then, his smile fading as he looks straight into Danny's eyes.
"Do you still love me now?"
"I love you even more."
Danny knows it's cheesy but fuck's sakes, Steve is a man again and he feels so right, just here against Danny, there's nothing twisted or wrong in his words and his feelings and he believes every word he's saying, he really is. But still he laughs, dropping his forehead on Steve's shoulder.
"That was lame, I know that was lame."
"Very. S'okay, though."
And Steve isn't saying I love you back but it amounts to the same in his emotionally-impaired language, so Danny nods, smiling. Steve's back, Steve's really back and it's such a relief Danny feels like he could cry. There are a million questions about the why's and how's of this but they can go through it later. They can think about it later, question and analyze and dissect and ponder later. Right now Danny just wants to hold Steve and feel Steve's body against his own. His very much male body, all muscles and sharpness and Danny wants to touch and lick and discover that body and fuck, right now he wants it even more than he ever wanted woman-Steve's body. His hand slips from Steve's shoulder to his hip, and his skin is sleep-warm, soft, the muscles not yet too tense underneath. He looks up, seeing Steve look back at him, his eyes dark like they were the night before.
"You know, yesterday night..."
"Hmm?"
"Well I didn't think I'd come in that body."
"Glad I could be of service."
"Well it was the least you could do, after being a dick for a month."
Danny chuckles, looking down again before leaning in, kissing the back of Steve's shoulder, just because he can.
"I'm really sorry. I should have been there for you."
"Yeah, yeah, you should have. But now..."
"Now?"
"You're not going to freak out on me, are you?"
"Huh, no. Come to terms with everything now. Well, most things, the things that matter. You know, like being in love with my work partner, who happens to be a guy. Came to terms with that, yeah."
Steve looks at Danny again, a smile on his lips, the kind he usually keeps when he wants to charm anyone, and Danny really doesn't want to smile back, he wants things to be back to normal where he would mock Steve for even trying, but it's not really normal and it's not going to be normal for a while, so Danny feels like he can allow himself to be charmed, even if it's only for a while, while it's the weekend and they can be away from this world. While he can think that maybe this was a super case of freaky Friday and the two of them admitting their feelings changed Steve back to who he is supposed to be. It's probably not it but he sort of likes the idea.
He realizes his thoughts are completely going off track and he blinks, refocusing on Steve, and when they kiss it feels like a first time. Steve's hand is huge on Danny's face and it feels good, it feels amazing, and Danny pulls Steve on top of him when he lies back down on the bed, moans into his mouth, lifts his hips into Danny's, his morning erection renewed, and Steve is hard against him, too, making Danny moan even louder, because he didn't expect it would feel so fucking nice and yet it does, it feels *amazing*.
And because it's the morning and he's intensely happy and relieved to have Steve back, the Steve he really wants in his life back, it only takes a few seconds after Steve slides a hand between the two of them and strokes their cocks together for Danny to come, on the upstroke and just as Steve nips on his earlobe lightly.
"Oh holy fuck, Jesus Christ Steve, shit shit shit!"
Steve smiles as he kisses Danny again, thrusting into his own hand, against Danny's cock still in his grasp, his breathing shallow now, and he doesn't look as controlled as before, for which Danny is grateful because he wants him to lose it, he really does. He looks up into Steve's face, observes and puts to memory the face Steve pulls when he comes all over Danny's stomach, grunting loudly before burying his face in Danny's neck.
Danny, for a second, is afraid Steve is going to turn into a girl all over again, but no, Steve stays hard and solid and muscular over him, and it feels *so good* Danny moans again, just because. Steve chuckles into his shoulder.
"Good morning, then."
"Mmm."
*
Danny gets woken up from an afternoon nap by his phone, a text. Steve groans and pulls him a little closer, his skin still a little sweaty. Danny just squeezes his hand before reaching out for the phone, seeing a text from Kono.
Gran lifted the curse. Would have done it sooner but she was sick. Hope Steve is ok.
Danny lets his phone fall down to the floor and closes his eyes again. For a while longer, they can both believe it's their feelings that got Steve through this.
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In which Steve is cursed, and Danny realizes just how much he can't deal without Steve being, well...Steve.
Disclaimer: Don't own them, no harm intended, no profit made etc.
Warnings: Genderswap
Word count: 9337
Author's note: kapoosh_kapow has generously looked this over so if there is any errors/brit words left in, it's all my fault. I wanted to write genderswap but I didn't want it to be another Danny-as-a-girl story? So I just came up with this. I hope it makes sense, it's a little cracked and insane but that's how my brain can be sometimes. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, comments are amazing and I love them a lot.
Never, ever would have Danny thought that Steve could make a hot girl. Seriously, it makes no sense, because the guy is all masculine and muscles and barging in without back-up and blowing stuff up and kicking people's asses with ninja moves. So, okay, it works for Kono, but still. Steve is not Kono and Danny never really thought about it, honestly, he never thought he'd ever find himself having to deal with the fact that Steve is a woman. Seriously, only in Hawaii would stupid black magic and curses and shit works, because the people living here are stupid and gullible and fuck, fuck, Steve is a woman.
A very hot woman. Not that he's not a very hot male, after all, Danny has been having weird thoughts about this very fact lately, but still. Still, right now, Steve is a woman.
A very hot, freaking out, woman. Not that Danny can blame him, he woke up a woman after being cursed by some black magic coven of witches who kept on stealing bodies. It can't be fun, and Danny is praising the Lord every time he shifts his eyes to Steve that it didn't fall on him. But then again Steve was the one who came in the 'ceremony' with guns blazing, so Danny understands why they would have more of a grudge against him.
Steve calls him way too early in the morning, when they are supposed to be off, but when he picks up it was a girl voice - still dark and strong, but definitely a woman's voice and Danny is really confused and rushed to Steve's when that person - didn't give a name, so Danny just panics - asks him to.
Only to find him, her, in his bedroom, sitting on the floor by his bed, knees drawn up and shaking a little. She doesn't look up, and Danny feels his human skills kicking in as he kneels by her side, close but not touching. He wonders where the fuck McGarrett is and what the fuck did he do to that poor woman, and how in hell does she even know him, and why did she use Steve's phone anyway?
"Hey, hey, it's okay, lady. You're safe now."
She doesn't answer, just lets out a sob that seems to rip her chest in two. Danny frowns, bites his lip.
"Can you tell me what happened? What did Steve do to you?"
He's going to kill the bastard son of a bitch. He doesn't even care that Steve is his friend, he doesn't even care that he might have some sort of weird feelings for the man, feelings that go further than friendship, you just don't fuck around with women to the point they call the police. What the fuck happened, Danny can't really wrap his head around the facts in front of him, combined with Steve. It just doesn't really compute, to Danny, he's learnt a lot about McGarrett recently and he just can't see him being an abusive lover kind of person.
The girl lifts her head at his words, her eyes narrowed sharply, tears making them as blue as the sea. She looks angry, all of a sudden.
"Steve didn't do anything to me, Danny. I am Steve."
Danny sits back, gripping the bedcovers by his head, blinking at the furious glare he's still getting from the woman, and you know, it's impossible, it can't be Steve, Steve is a man and he doesn't have soft features like this but he does have a hard stare and very blue eyes and hair with grey streaks in and tattoos on his forearms like she does.
"That's - what. That's impossible, what are you saying, the fuck? Where is Ashton Kutcher, it's okay, joke's over, let's go on."
The woman clenches her jaw, gritting her teeth, and looks away. Her arms are still tight around her knees, and Danny finds himself wanting to reach out. He's not going to, though, he's just not.
"This is not a fucking joke, Danno, fuck's sakes."
Danno. Danno, she called him Danno. So Danny lunges forward and grabs her arm and checks the tattoo, rubs at it to make sure it's not makeup or something - they wouldn't go as far as to get her a real one just for a prank, would they? And when it doesn't come off or smudges Danny pushes himself back as if he's been burnt, and Steve - Steve as a woman - glares at him some more. Danny does the only thing he can think of.
"I'm calling Kono."
*
Kono's not that surprised, and she and Steve manage to piece the events together quickly. Steve appears calm, but Danny knows that the tension and fear that this stupid Commander hardly ever feels are simmering right under the surface. He doesn't even understand why he wants to dig and pull those feelings out so much, but he does. Danny wants to see Steve explode. Maybe because he's scared shitless himself. Maybe because it'll show him once again that Steve is an actual human being with feelings. Maybe because Danny wants an excuse to be the strong one in the relationship for once, maybe because he wants Steve to rely on him, need him. He's so fucked up.
Kono leaves to try and gather some info from the witches they booked the night before, and Steve wants to come along but Kono stops him - her - with an explanation that the witches will know who he - she - is, and Danny finds himself alone with Steve again. Steve. As a woman.
"Don't look so uncomfortable, Danno."
"Don't - excuse me? My partner is a woman and you expect me to be cool and calm about it? How are you cool and calm about it, anyway, fuck, you should be freaking out like you never have before."
"Maybe I've just got more self-control than you."
"You - God, you, my friend, are fucked in the head. The only person in the world that wouldn't be disturbed by the fact that their dick dropped off overnight."
Steve seems to deflate a little, and his - her - poker face falls a little, feeling fleetingly appearing over his - her - features. This is getting tiring already, Danny has to make a choice and for now, he shall call Steve her.
Maybe he's even angrier because Steve, Steve as a woman, is fucking gorgeous. It's a world of wrong that Danny looks at her this way, but he can't help himself. She's shorter than Steve but still taller than Danny, and she's lithe and lean but still muscular, just not in an ugly way for a woman. And her legs are a mile long and she's not wearing a bra - her boobs are not that big but that's not the point here, the point is that Danny can see her nipples through the thin fabric of the white vest she's wearing, and he can see her taut stomach too, because Steve knotted the shirt at the back over her hips because it was way too big and Steve always needs his clothing to be super tight for some reason. And when she turns around to turn the coffee maker on the tramp stamp tattoo is exposed and right there in Danny's face and it looks even bigger because Steve is shorter, smaller, and it disappears in the shorts that Steve is wearing, he probably stole them from Mary Ann because they're definitely not his own; Steve, as a man, would never fit in those.
And you know, thing is - Danny would love to lick that tramp stamp. And he stopped denying it to himself a few months ago, he'd love to lick that fucking tramp stamp, whether Steve is a man or a woman. Because this fucked up island sieged by jellyfish makes you lose your mind, and then fall in love with your work partner, who is a man. A lunatic, mental Navy SEAL with control issues, who has no respect for rules and enjoys trying to kill you on a daily basis. And who, right now, is a woman.
And it seems that woman-Steve is just as much of a tease as man-Steve is, bending down to look into the fridge for milk and not bending her knees, of course, and Danny can control himself when it's man-Steve but when it's woman-Steve doing it Danny has to dig his fingers in his thighs.
"We'll sort it out. I won't stay like this long."
"You act as if you're used to it."
Steve gives Danny a look and a smirk, as if it has, and Danny takes a deep breath.
"Is it another of your jungle secrets?"
"That's classified, Danny."
"Your whole life is classified, babe. You know, this whole partnership thing is supposed to be based on trust and yet -"
"That's not the point, and you know it. I trust you."
"Oh you do, do you?"
Steve leans over the kitchen table, giving Danny a hard look, hair falling into her face. It kinda ruins the moment when she blows it off, her eyes crossing for a second, and Danny snorts, Steve smiles, and the tension breaks. Danny thinks he sees a little bit of fear pass over Steve's eyes, but then it's gone and she's turning around and pouring them both a coffee. Danny's eyes are drawn to the tattoo and he bites the inside of his lip, wondering if Steve tastes the same as a woman.
Not that he's got to taste Steve's skin really, not on purpose, he just got his face smashed into Steve's bare shoulder once to protect him from an explosion and he'd been able to taste him on his lips for hours afterwards. Hours; more like days. He's fucking jerked off to it. But still, he needs to stop this. Steve is not going to stay a woman and Danny will not try anything, he will not.
"I trust you, Danny."
Danny looks away again, wraps his fingers around his coffee and huffs out a laugh. He doesn't really trust himself right now.
"Yeah."
*
She drives Danny's car. At least that doesn't change. To be honest, besides the physical aspects of this, nothing really changes.
"I don't understand what your problem is, Danny. Surfing will not kill you."
"No? Will it not? Because I read quite often about people getting killed while surfing. And then there are the sharks, and the octopuses, and the jellyfish. No, really, thanks, but no thanks. I'll pass. I will not adhere to this religion, babe."
It's so easy to call her babe. It was easy when he was a man, but it's just coming out now, he doesn't even have to think about it. Maybe because she is a babe, but Danny's not thinking about that, because if he does he's going to look down and see the holster she strapped around her thigh, right there against her skin, and he'll want to reach out and touch, and no.
Steve smirks, chuckles, her eyes on the road. Danny wants to punch her a little, but he's not that kind of person. He doesn't punch girls.
"You spend your life on the wrong end of a gun and yet you don't want to surf because of jellyfish."
"Jellyfish are disgusting, filthy animals that you can't kill and they give you infections and shit so please don't try to make fun of this, Steve, I have perfectly valid reasons not to want to surf and you will not, I repeat, you will not change my mind. Where are we going anyway?"
Danny decides he's probably better not to try to explain to Steve that, if he ends up at the wrong end of a gun most of the time, it's because of her and her crazy, psycho 'I'm a super SEAL' ways. He doesn't really want to have that conversation again.
"State prison for women. Apparently the witch that cursed me is there."
Ah, possible breakthrough. Danny nods and sits back, his head still reeling over the fact that they uncovered a coven of necrophiliac witches and one of them cursed Steve, and it worked. He can hardly believe it, but then he looks sideways and sees Steve tucking dark hair around her ear and sees the seatbelt between her boobs and her legs, her legs. He's definitely a girl. It definitely worked. It's insane, this place is insane.
"Fucking hellhole."
*
The witch won't do anything. She says she can't, she says she didn't think it'd work and she has no idea how to reverse it. She's a fucking idiot and Danny, once again, thinks about revoking his 'not hitting women' rule; he'd really like to punch her in the eye. And Steve looks so angry, the vein in her temple showing and beating with the rapid rhythm of her heart, that Danny feels angry on her behalf, too. He didn't even want her to come, he wanted her to stay in the car, but, fuck, it's Steve McGarrett, what kind of stupid idea was it for Danny to want her to stay in the car?
Steve slams all the doors she can on their way out of the prison, her face set and her jaw working, and Danny might not speak fluent McGarrett yet - although he's learning - but here he knows exactly what frame of mind she's in, and it's not a good one. It's not a good one, at all. And Danny isn't scared of Steve at the best of times, when he's a man, but there's something terrifying about the anger of a trapped woman. He's been married long enough to know this.
"Steve -"
It takes one look, one simple look and Danny shuts his mouth, turns his head away and lets Steve drive them away from the prison, the tall walls blocking the sun from them. Steve is stonily silent, and Danny just bites the inside of his lip repeatedly, trying to come up with solutions, anything they can do to reverse the situation, but he's not from here and he knows nothing about black magic and curses and shit like that, he's got his two feet on the ground, thank you very much. But that's not helping Steve.
They go to Steve's, but she gives him one other look and Danny stays put.
"I'll be right back, okay? Just grabbing something."
She leaves the car and Danny fidgets, contemplates rushing to the other side and taking his rightful spot, behind the wheel, because she won't be able to fight him. But she's upset enough as it is, he doesn't need to add on top of it, and you can say a lot of things about Danny Williams, but you can't say he's mean like that. So he stays where he is and he wonders what is Steve doing and when she reappears it's from the side of the house and she's got a surfboard under her arm and a towel wrapped around her shoulders. And that, no, that Danny can't really deal with.
"You're going surfing? Really? Do you not think we have better things to do than go surfing right now? Like, I don't know, try to find a solution that will make you a man again?"
"There's nothing we can do right now, and I need to let off some steam."
"Nothing - Steve, look, there's plenty we can do."
Steve waves a dismissive hand and then gets in the car after strapping her board to the roof - how she got the equipment installed Danny will never know, but he might punch Steve when he's back to being a man - forcing Danny to follow her if he wants to convince her.
"You do whatever you want to do, Danno. I'm going to the beach."
Danny clenches his jaw, knowing Steve is completely in his 'I'm Navy and I will do whatever the fuck I want' mindset and there is nothing Danny can say or do that will change that. It drives him crazy that his partner won't listen to him and right now it reminds him way too much of his failed marriage, which doesn't help the situation.
"Fine. Fine! Let's go to the beach."
Steve smiles, but it's full of tension and it's really hard for Danny not to call her a bitch.
*
The tension doesn't really go away. Well, thing is, maybe the tension leaves Steve a little, but it definitely sticks to Danny like a second skin, making him shove a fist in his mouth when Steve turns away from him to run down the beach. Thing is, she stripped to a bikini she probably stole from Mary Ann as soon as they hit the beach and her vest and shorts and thigh holster ended up in Danny's arms and they smell like her. They smell like him, like Steve, man-Steve, whom Danny misses a little, because he might be a gigantic pain in the ass, but he's even worse as a woman. And Danny can deal with his feelings for man-Steve, but he's having a hard time with woman-Steve. Maybe it's because he's more straight than gay, to be honest in his opinion he's mostly Stevesexual, which he can't explain but that's the way it is, he wants Steve, whether he's a he or a she. He loves Steve, which is fucking stupid and fucks with his job right now.
Because, you know, he's a detective, he observes, that's part of his job and so he observes Steve as she jogged down the beach with her board under her arm, he observed her amazing, absolutely amazing ass, and that sinful tattoo on her lower back, and the golden hue of her skin, and that's when Danny bit on his knuckles to stop himself from whimpering.
And he's sweating and his hair keeps catching in it because of the wind, and he can't take his eyes off her and shit, okay, shit. He has to go and sit in the car, turn on the A/C on full blast, and press a palm against his cock straining in his dress pants. He can't have her see this.
He forces himself to calm down, taking deep breaths and calling Chin and Kono to try and come up with a plan of action of some sort, something to get Steve back to Steve, too tall, too male and too much - and maybe that Steve can also get Danny hard in 0.2 seconds, but that's not the point right now. The point right now is that he's going fucking insane and he needs some stability in his life.
He doesn't have many more leads or ideas by the time he gets off the phone from Chin and Kono, and so he tells them to go home and enjoy the rest of their weekend. He'll deal with Steve. He has to.
She chooses this time to come back, and Danny leans against the side of the Camaro, her clothes in his hands, covering his crotch. Steve grabs the towel he hands her with a grateful smile, drying herself down, and fuck, she has the most amazing body Danny has ever seen, even, fuck, even Rachel doesn't compare. Steve is taut and tight and curvy and then she bends to dry her legs and Danny clenches his jaw so hard to keep from whimpering his teeth hurt. She's being the worst tease Danny has ever met and it's highly probable she doesn't even realize it.
"I sent Chin and Kono home. It's Saturday after all."
"They had nothing?"
Danny shakes his head, unsure of how she's going to take the news, but she just nods and wraps the towel around her hips, twisting her hair in her hands to get rid of the excess water.
"Okay. Well, maybe I'll wake up tomorrow as who I should be again."
Danny prays and hopes and wishes to everything and everyone it's the case.
*
It doesn’t happen. The next day Steve is still a woman and still acting as if it's super cool. They get a case and Steve refuses to be left out, so she forces her way in, telling people around she's just in from the mainland for a few days while McGarrett is out, that Danny's in charge, it's okay, only of course Danny isn't in charge.
And it's Sunday and really, really Danny wishes he could be alone in his way too hot tiny dingy flat, thinking of how the fact that Steve is now a woman made him think about the feeling he has for Steve as a man, but of course that doesn't happen, because since when is his life easy.
And of course it's the kind of case that's got Jameson on their backs, so they can't really look further into Steve's predicament, they have to be 24/7 on this prostitution ring that is hitting all the high rollers in Hawaii, and it's not like Steve is asking them to use some of their time to look into it, herself. No, it's like she decided that being a woman is fine.
So Danny finds himself having to field questions about McGarrett's sudden disappearing act, about the new girl's sudden appearance, calls from the Governor every five minutes, and all his own conflicted feelings about Steve, as a man and a woman. But since he's in charge, at least he gives himself a break from time to time, sending Steve along with Chin and teaming up with Kono. He avoids all these pointed glances Kono throws at him, though, because he knows she wants to talk about it all, she wants to talk about his feelings, and Danny is really not prepared to admit any kind of feelings he can have for Steve to anyone. He's still not certain he's ready to stop denying them to himself.
*
It takes them two weeks to gather enough data on the prostitution ring to consider making an arrest. And still, the Governor wants them to do this as quietly as possible, so it means getting someone in undercover. And they decide this big charity night for some cancer trust or another will be perfect to smuggle someone in and catch their perp, Scott Paulsen, passing his girls around, collecting money. They know he'll be there and they know the girls will have clients - some dignitaries are really quite disgusting, but that's not the first time Danny thinks this.
And Steve, Steve, of course Steve volunteers for the job. And Danny has no idea why neither Kono nor Chin protest.
"No. There is no way in Hell -"
"Danny, it makes sense."
"How, tell me how it makes sense, Steve, really? Because I fail to see how it does?"
Kono and Chin disappear when Danny folds his arms over his chest, and he thinks maybe it's best, because he's mad, he's angry, he's scared. And his fights with Steve are not getting any better, smoother, or easier. Especially not when he's actually upset. So fucking scared, why isn't Steve scared, ever?
"Nobody knows me in this body, Danny! I'm anonymous, but I still am me. I can protect myself."
"Fuck's sakes, Steve, you are not a 6 foot 1 enormous navy SEAL right now! You're different, okay, and you have to wrap your head around it. How do you know your ninja skills are still as effective when you don't have all those muscles, and your center of gravity has changed? What tells you if you have to use your gun, the recoil won't dislocate your shoulder?"
"Kono does it -"
"Kono has always been a woman!"
Steve's arms fall to her sides, as if suddenly, the fight has left her. Danny can only hope, because then they'll get to work on an actual plan. This plan is not going forward.
"We have a week. I'll be ready, Danny. Whatever you say, I am doing this."
Danny's jaw clenches, along with his fists against his chest. His heart is hammering in his chest, and he knows there is no way he'll get this fire he can see in her eyes to die out. He never got that fire to die out when Steve was a man, so he can imagine it'll be even harder now. But fuck, he can't see this happening. He's too fucking scared, and that mere fact scares him, because he's never felt that way with anyone else than Grace.
"I just. I can't. I can't do this. If you're doing this, I'm not. You're going in without me."
*
Danny feels guilty. He feels awful, because this is not him, he doesn't back out from protecting his friends, his family, his loved ones. But the mere thought of Steve walking in there makes him sick to his stomach. And he knows that this thing inside him, the thing gripping his heart and turning his stomach into lead, it'll take over his self-control and thought process and he knows nobody will be able to stop him follow Steve and ruin everything. He knows it's a better idea for him to back out of this. And he hates himself for it, because Steve has never let him down, and here he is, being an asshole. He's doing this out of love, really?
That's the thing, though. Danny loves him. Right now he loves her, because he is a her, a fucking hot her, a her that wants to take herself in the face of danger, just like he would do, but there it is. Danny knows very well just how well Steve can take care of himself. He has no idea how well Steve can take care of herself. And the whole thing is driving him crazy, because he's had two whiskeys by now and his thoughts are turning fuzzier by the second.
When there's a knock on the door, Danny's startled, and not really in the best way. He doesn't want any company, and he has a feeling this visit is not going to be a good one. He opens the door to Steve, and his stomach lurches up. He wants her so badly, but he wants Steve to be back to being a man even more. That witch, that fucking witch. Danny can't believe this is real. Still, not even after more than two weeks. He wonders how long it's going to last. He's scared it's going to be forever. Fuck.
"Danny."
She pushes past him and her hair whips him in the face and he can see she's shivering but he doesn't do anything about it. He just closes the door and looks at her finish his glass of whiskey.
"Steve."
He doesn't ask what are you doing here, or why do you look so upset? He already knows why she's here and why she looks so upset. She's here upset because he's a fucking asshole and she should already be beating him up, it's a wonder why she's not.
It takes her a while to say anything. She stares at the bottom of the glass she just drained, holding it between delicate fingers that Danny can't imagine around a gun. Then, after a while of just silence, icy silence that makes Danny grab one of the hoodies he only wears when he's alone and wrap it around her bare shoulders, she talks. She still isn't looking at him.
"I need you, Danny. I need you to be there with me. I don't want to do this without you. You're my partner, you're supposed to have my back, and I shouldn't have to beg for it."
Danny sits next to her, looking down at his hands over his lap, clenched together in a tight knot. He knows she's right; he's just unable to deal with the fears and the other feelings, those that freak him out a little, because they make him want Steve even more, they make him want Steve to be a man again so they can deal with this. He has no idea if they can do that while Steve's a woman.
"I know. Fuck, believe me, I know, but it's just. It's just hard, you know, because I've seen you throw yourself at danger all the time as if you enjoy it, but right not I'm not sure you can actually back it up! And I'm just not ready for this - I'm not ready to lose you."
He's saying too much. He's saying way too much and Steve looks stunned, for a minute there, just looking at Danny as if he's grown two heads, or something really disgusting like that. Danny finds himself blushing, realizing what he's saying, what he's admitting, sort of. Shit. He can remember when Steve called him sensitive, mocked him for it, but in that almost endearing way, and right now it makes him angry, he doesn't want to be that weak and he doesn't want to have these feelings for Steve, Steve as a man, Steve as a woman, just. Steve. He doesn't even want to make differences anyway, because there aren't any. Steve is just the same, just the same, but right now, Danny's not strong enough for it.
And he wants her to say something, dismiss the tension, anything that could help right now, make things easier. Tell him she forgives him for being an ass, that she understands he can't be her backup this time. But Steve grits her teeth, pushes her hair back, stands and leaves Danny's flat. Danny's legs give out just as he gets to his bed.
*
Danny's in the office the evening of the charity event. He's still not in on it, but he's working the papers to make sure everything's as regulated as possible. It's the least - and the best - he can do.
He knew Chin and Kono wouldn't be happy, but they don't ask him for explanations or reasons or anything like that, probably because they know already, they know that Danny is frozen with fear and they know that he'll do something stupid if he's there with them. They know he loves Steve, basically, which sucks because Danny doesn't feel ready to talk about this shit and to wonder about it. Why is it so easy to let Steve throw himself in front of danger when he's a man, but not when he's a woman? What is wrong with Danny, what makes him such a fucking misogynist? And Steve said - he has no problem letting Kono do it, either. It makes no sense to him, that fear, completely irrational. Why is he the scared one, why isn't it Steve?
"You know, brah, I get it."
Chin is sitting in his office and Danny hasn't even realized until he started talking. Looking up and blinking the thoughts away, he gives Chin a look.
"You get what?"
"Why you don't want to do this. It's hard, watching her act as if everything's fine and normal."
"I shouldn't be scared, though. It's Steve."
"Yeah, but not really, is it? Anyway. Just wanted to say - I'll have her back, okay? Nothing will happen to her."
"Okay."
Danny has nothing better to say. And then his mind is wiped completely blank, because the door to the office opens and closes and Kono walks in with Steve, Steve all - dressed up. Glamorous, in a long, dark blue dress, with discreet sequins and a plunging neckline, her hair up, make-up done tastefully. Danny finds himself standing up and walking to the two of them, feeling like some sort of zombie. Kono smiles and disappears, Danny has no idea where and he doesn't really care, because he's completely transfixed by Steve right now, he can't take his eyes off her. Another reason why he can't do this mission with them, he'd be utterly useless. He had months of managing to learn how to control himself around Steve - man-Steve that is - but this new version of him - her - is just too much. So he's fucked up and he's definitely not professional here, but he can't help it. He'd rather have this than making things worse by being there.
"What do you think?"
She's holding the skirt of the dress in her hand and Danny can see she's wearing flip-flops, and in a way it makes him feel so much better about the whole thing, he doesn't really understand why. It just does. He takes a deep breath, forcing his eyes back up her body, to her face, and he wishes he could whip off the frown from his features, but he just can't. He wants to smile, but he can't, either. He can't reassure her, because he can't reassure himself.
"You look gorgeous."
Steve looks abashed, a nice, healthy blush creeping up her cheeks as she flicks her eyes away from his. Danny forces himself to relax, schools his features into something less worried and something more engaging. He's still not doing this, there is no way, but she will, and he has to make up for being an ass and not being her backup, and he can't shoot down her confidence.
But really, she will be the most gorgeous person in the room when she walks into the event, Danny knows it, has not a single doubt about it. He just hopes she does, too, because well, Steve has always been pretty confident, but Danny knows how women and their hormones can screw up the most confident of them. He has no idea what's going on in her head, now.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. You'll kick ass."
"Danny -"
He holds up a hand, stopping whatever she was about to say. He feels bad enough as it is. Steve just nods, bites her lip, before reaching out and squeezing his hand with hers, so much smaller than they should be. Danny has to suppress a shiver.
"Okay. Okay."
"Good luck, Steve."
*
Chin sends Danny regular updates during the mission. He feels intensely relieved when he gets the last one, all good, Paulsen booked and at HPD. Drove Steve home, she's fine and at the same time he feels even angrier now, because he didn't have to skip on them and be a fucking coward about it all. He could have stayed and helped, because it all went fine. He's such a fucking idiot and he hates himself even more right now than he ever has, even when he fucking everything up with Rachel. Steve needed him, asked him to help, told him she needed him, and he'd taken the easy route out because he was scared, scared of his own feelings.
Finishing his drink, Danny races out of his flat and gets into his car.
*
The house is quiet when Danny gets there, but he knows Steve well enough to know she won't be asleep yet, too much adrenaline after an undercover mission. He walks to the lanai to find her there, watching the sea with a beer in her hand, still in that blue dress that makes her skin look even more golden, makes her breasts look even bigger. Her hair is down again, strands moving with the light breeze blowing from the ocean, framing the sharp angles of her face. She turns when she sees him, a steely look passing through her eyes.
"You didn't knock."
"No, I didn't. Sorry."
"Whatever."
Danny clenches his jaw and moves around to face her, wanting to fall to his knees in front of her, plead and beg for forgiveness. Instead, he falls heavily on the chair in front of her, reaches out and grazes her fingers with his own, feeling the condensation from the beer bottle.
"Don't, Danny."
"Are you okay?"
Steve's eyes shoot up to meet his, so blue and a little angry. He can't blame her, he's angry at himself.
"I'm fine, brah."
"Yeah? You don't look it."
"Oh, really? And why, do you think? Do you think it's because I'm trapped in this body, or because you, my partner, can't stand to be in the same room as me anymore? What have I done, Danny, huh?"
Danny doesn't find himself speechless often, but right now he does, because he didn't even stop and think about how it would make Steve feel. He is such a dick, it's unbelievable. Pulling his hand away, Danny looks down, feeling his usual anger being replaced by anguish and shame.
"Fuck, Steve, no. No, that's not it. I'm sorry, you didn't - it's not your fault, fuck, it's me, okay? I'm such an ass, Steve. I just. You seem so cool about this whole thing and I'm not, you know? I can't wrap my head around this and I want you back and I feel so fucking angry, and scared all the time because you're just, you look so fucking delicate and it doesn't seem like it's you, and at the same time it's so you it drives me crazy! I don't know how I'm supposed to act and it all feels wrong to feel the way I do -"
"Did you even stop thinking about yourself once?"
"I - huh."
Steve stands up and starts pacing a little, and Danny can only follow, a force pulling him up, making him want to reach out again, hug her, tell her how sorry he is. He didn't even realize, how selfish he was, and not it's the only thing he can think about.
"I can't believe this. I can't believe you. I thought maybe, just maybe you had a good reason for not standing by me, but you don't, do you? You fucking asshole. It's always about you, your family, your problems. For once, for once I need you, I need you to put yourself aside and be my partner, and you can't even do it. I'm a woman, Danny! Do you think this is easy for me? I have to pee sitting down and these boobs are heavy and I get all these hormones coursing through me and they make me want you and I can't stop it! What's your excuse, huh?"
Danny knows what his excuse is, and he also knows it's never going to be enough. But now the words are on the tip of his tongue and he can't swallow them back in, they're begging to be let out, to be screamed from the roof, to the fucking entire world. Right now he wants everybody to know that the best thing that happened to him since he moved to Hawaii is Steve McGarrett and he's not scared of it anymore.
"I love you."
Steve stops pacing, and Danny squares his shoulders, ready to take the blow he's certain will happen now. That's his excuse, though, that's all he can say, and he says it with strength, his voice steady. What he doesn't expect is Steve, surging forward, and kissing him hard.
Danny uncurls his fists to reply to the kiss, opening up when she laps at his bottom lip and he slides his fingers in her hair, and it's as soft as he imagined. The kiss itself, though, is nothing short of brutal, Steve's hands framing Danny's face, fingertips digging in his cheekbones, and it almost hurts but it feels amazing. He whimpers when she pulls away.
"You're such a dick, I can't believe it. Danno -"
He cuts her off, kissing her again, and then turns them around and pushes her towards the house when they come up for air, and it's probably wrong but it feels so right, Danny can't stop, won't stop. And when she moans in his ear and tugs on his earlobe, Danny really doesn't give a flying fuck about anything anymore, he can worry later. His ears are super-sensitive, what can he say.
He groans and pushes her into the wall by the French doors leading inside the house, teeth sinking in the soft flesh of her shoulder. He pushes the straps of her dress and it silently falls to the floor, and suddenly she's wearing so little - only a bikini - his stomach twists at the feeling of skin under his fingertips, soft and silky, and he knows, he just knows that even if Steve was a man right now, his skin would feel exactly the same. She's got the same old, faded scars, and Danny wants to run his tongue over the lot of them. He gets goosebumps at the thought, closing his eyes tightly when her fingers dive in his hair, when she gasps a breathy moan in his ear.
It's way too easy for his hands to find the knots keeping her bikini top on and to pull on the ends. She doesn't stop him, she doesn't stop anything when her top falls off, and she's topless and they're outside and really, really Danny should push himself away, leave her alone, and run away maybe. But when he looks up, his eyes meet hers and there's such determination and desire in the blue of her irises that Danny dry-swallows. Suddenly it dawns on him that Steve, Steve would not let him run away right now. Even if he was the biggest asshole in the world.
"Stop thinking, Danny. Want this. Want you."
Her voice is hoarse and Danny contemplates it all - is it Steve, as a man inside, wanting this because he wants to experiment sex as a woman, or is it Steve, as a woman, wanting sex, or is it Steve, just Steve, wanting Danny, in any way possible? Danny would like to know if he's being used, thank you very much, but he doesn't have time to raise the argument that Steve's hands are unbuttoning his shirt and her tongue is flicking his earlobe, again, and it's as if she knows.
Danny feels the growl he lets out come all the way from deep within his chest, weeks, months of frustrations and questions about his sexuality and what the fuck is he doing, wanting his partner, wanting Steve, unleashed now. He dips his head, nipping at one of Steve's nipples lightly as his hands move down, all the way down over her ass, and he hoists her up - she's so fucking light.
And she, she wraps her legs around his waist and rolls her hips and Danny is going crazy, because the noises she makes are so hot and wet and obscene and he wants more, more. Her skin tastes of sunlight and sweat and seawater and she fists a hand in his hair, the other digging into his shoulder blade. Danny wants her so bad, wants him so bad, he whimpers when there's a shot of pain along with the bliss making his knees buckle, creating the perfect balance and keeping him from completely losing it.
His fingers pull deftly at the strings holding her bikini bottom together next, and it falls off her body with almost too much ease, but Danny's busy with her nipples so he doesn't take the time to contemplate that fact, he's already got one hand down between her legs, he's already got a finger pressed against her clit, and Steve falls forward a little, leaning into him a bit more, her lips in his hair, whispering a million words a minute, asking Danny for more.
It's enthralling and again, Danny finds himself wondering if Steve, as a man, would say the same stuff, would be begging for it like this. Danny can only hope so when he turns around, surprising Steve, who yelps and laughs as he sits her on the garden table, and she might get the imprint of the wrought iron all over her ass, but Danny has a feeling she won't give a shit.
Going down on Steve is easy, because she's incredibly enthusiastic about the idea and she's very vocal about it, which is a plus for him, but maybe not for Steve's neighbors. But she wraps her legs around his head and cards her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer when he does something she likes, growling when he does something she doesn't. He keeps tabs, pressing his tongue flat against her clit and crooking his finger inside her because it makes her cry out, and she sounds bewildered and amused and aroused at the same time, and she tastes heavenly and, okay, Danny really wants to fuck her now, so he pulls away a little, but her fingers tighten in his hair and her legs tremble around him, so he looks up, sees her all tense and shaking, her hair sticking to her face, her lips parted.
"Fuck fuckfuckfuck oh Christ Danny, if you stop now I swear I will roundhouse kick you. I swear!"
Danny just hums against her in answer, making her tremble a little more, whatever she was going to say next turning into a loud moan. She comes when he's got two fingers inside her and her clit sucked between his lips and she shakes and pulls so hard at his hair he wonders if he'll get a bald spot. He's hard as fuck, too, his shorts restraining and painful and he needs, he needs. Pulling away from her, he kisses his way up Steve's body, and then she licks her own taste inside his mouth, a hand curled around his neck and her thighs still shaking a little around his waist.
"Oh, fuck. Never thought - woah."
Danny smirks, he can't help feel a little smug. But he's also going out of his mind there, so he opens his shorts himself and lets out a loud groan, dropping his forehead on her shoulder when he frees his cock, wraps a hand around it. Steve bats Danny's hand away quickly, her breathing still ragged, but her touch sure, her hold tight, as if - as if she's done this before and Danny's mind reels at the idea. To be fair if Steve was completely straight they wouldn't be in this situation right now, since Steve is still a man, inside, and wouldn't let a dick come near him if she didn't feel like it, but still, the thoughts and images of Steve, man-Steve, with a cock that is not his own between his hands, it's blowing Danny's mind a little, and if possible, he grows even harder in her hand, making her mewl appreciatively.
And Danny finds himself seeing his face more than hers, seeing his sharp angles more than her softer ones, his bigger arms instead of hers, and he bites his lip because he misses Steve, he misses the real Steve, and he wishes it could be him right now, because everything would be fucked up but at the same time everything would be right. But this train of thought doesn't last long, because Steve slides off the table and onto her knees in front of Danny, trapping herself between him and the table. She spends about two seconds looking him up and down before swallowing his cock, as far as she can, making obscene, wet noises that force Danny to grip the table, his knuckles turning white, to keep him from thrusting his hips, fucking her mouth. She has a way, though, it feels like she knows what she's doing and again, again he imagines Steve, Steve as a man, with a cock between his lips. In his mind's eye, it looks insanely good, but then the image is wiped away when he looks down, sees her face, so different from man-Steve, and at the same time, so exactly the same.
Fuck, she's good at this. Danny slides his fingers through her hair, their eyes meeting for the fraction of a second before she closes her eyes and starts sucking harder, ripping broken sounds from Danny's throat as he feels tendrils of bliss and incredulity and madness wrapping around his insides, telling him he's going to come soon, very soon. He pulls at her hair a little, unable to talk, only able to moan and groan and thrust a little, shallow little thrusts and Steve takes it, she does, and she doesn't pull away when he does come, his orgasm turning him inside out, making his skin too tight and his lungs too small and everything feel white hot and perfect and maybe he died, maybe it was all a dream and he's in Heaven or in a coma or something.
Steve only pulls away once Danny's gone soft and she's sucked him dry, straightening up and looking into his eyes again. Danny fists a hand in her hair, pulling her into another hard kiss, to which she replies eagerly, with a soft moan, her hands wrapped around his biceps. She pulls away first, resting her temple against his, breathing heavy.
"I'm exhausted."
"Don't blame you."
"Are you staying? Please stay, Danno."
"I'm staying if you want me to."
She nods, and Danny kinda wants to ask her if she loves him too, maybe, if he's alone in this or not, if this was only because she wanted to experience it or not. But when she sags against him, Danny shakes his head, pulls his shorts up and then pulls her into his arms, fireman carry style, all the way up to her bedroom. She's already asleep when he pulls the covers on top of them.
*
Danny wakes up with the sun and a raging hard-on. It's weird, being the big spoon again - hasn't happened since Rachel. But what's even weirder right now is that he's being the big spoon to someone that feels much bigger than Steve has been recently, much harder. Danny blinks the sleep out of his eyes, squinting against the sun, and then his heart jumps in his throat. Because Steve is indeed lying next to him, sleeping peacefully, naked, the covers around his waist. Around his waist. Steve is a man. Steve is -
"Holy Mother of -"
Steve groans, frowns in his sleep, turns towards Danny, and there, their hard cocks brush against one another and Steve's eyes open. Danny feels the grin splitting his face in two as Steve sits up suddenly, touching himself all over, and then he starts laughing, laughing hard, loud, male, happy. Danny sits up next to him, wraps his hand around Steve's forearm, and Steve's eyes are beautiful when he looks at Danny.
"Fuck, Danny."
"Happy?"
"You have no idea."
"Oh, believe me, I do."
Steve grows a little bit more serious then, his smile fading as he looks straight into Danny's eyes.
"Do you still love me now?"
"I love you even more."
Danny knows it's cheesy but fuck's sakes, Steve is a man again and he feels so right, just here against Danny, there's nothing twisted or wrong in his words and his feelings and he believes every word he's saying, he really is. But still he laughs, dropping his forehead on Steve's shoulder.
"That was lame, I know that was lame."
"Very. S'okay, though."
And Steve isn't saying I love you back but it amounts to the same in his emotionally-impaired language, so Danny nods, smiling. Steve's back, Steve's really back and it's such a relief Danny feels like he could cry. There are a million questions about the why's and how's of this but they can go through it later. They can think about it later, question and analyze and dissect and ponder later. Right now Danny just wants to hold Steve and feel Steve's body against his own. His very much male body, all muscles and sharpness and Danny wants to touch and lick and discover that body and fuck, right now he wants it even more than he ever wanted woman-Steve's body. His hand slips from Steve's shoulder to his hip, and his skin is sleep-warm, soft, the muscles not yet too tense underneath. He looks up, seeing Steve look back at him, his eyes dark like they were the night before.
"You know, yesterday night..."
"Hmm?"
"Well I didn't think I'd come in that body."
"Glad I could be of service."
"Well it was the least you could do, after being a dick for a month."
Danny chuckles, looking down again before leaning in, kissing the back of Steve's shoulder, just because he can.
"I'm really sorry. I should have been there for you."
"Yeah, yeah, you should have. But now..."
"Now?"
"You're not going to freak out on me, are you?"
"Huh, no. Come to terms with everything now. Well, most things, the things that matter. You know, like being in love with my work partner, who happens to be a guy. Came to terms with that, yeah."
Steve looks at Danny again, a smile on his lips, the kind he usually keeps when he wants to charm anyone, and Danny really doesn't want to smile back, he wants things to be back to normal where he would mock Steve for even trying, but it's not really normal and it's not going to be normal for a while, so Danny feels like he can allow himself to be charmed, even if it's only for a while, while it's the weekend and they can be away from this world. While he can think that maybe this was a super case of freaky Friday and the two of them admitting their feelings changed Steve back to who he is supposed to be. It's probably not it but he sort of likes the idea.
He realizes his thoughts are completely going off track and he blinks, refocusing on Steve, and when they kiss it feels like a first time. Steve's hand is huge on Danny's face and it feels good, it feels amazing, and Danny pulls Steve on top of him when he lies back down on the bed, moans into his mouth, lifts his hips into Danny's, his morning erection renewed, and Steve is hard against him, too, making Danny moan even louder, because he didn't expect it would feel so fucking nice and yet it does, it feels *amazing*.
And because it's the morning and he's intensely happy and relieved to have Steve back, the Steve he really wants in his life back, it only takes a few seconds after Steve slides a hand between the two of them and strokes their cocks together for Danny to come, on the upstroke and just as Steve nips on his earlobe lightly.
"Oh holy fuck, Jesus Christ Steve, shit shit shit!"
Steve smiles as he kisses Danny again, thrusting into his own hand, against Danny's cock still in his grasp, his breathing shallow now, and he doesn't look as controlled as before, for which Danny is grateful because he wants him to lose it, he really does. He looks up into Steve's face, observes and puts to memory the face Steve pulls when he comes all over Danny's stomach, grunting loudly before burying his face in Danny's neck.
Danny, for a second, is afraid Steve is going to turn into a girl all over again, but no, Steve stays hard and solid and muscular over him, and it feels *so good* Danny moans again, just because. Steve chuckles into his shoulder.
"Good morning, then."
"Mmm."
*
Danny gets woken up from an afternoon nap by his phone, a text. Steve groans and pulls him a little closer, his skin still a little sweaty. Danny just squeezes his hand before reaching out for the phone, seeing a text from Kono.
Gran lifted the curse. Would have done it sooner but she was sick. Hope Steve is ok.
Danny lets his phone fall down to the floor and closes his eyes again. For a while longer, they can both believe it's their feelings that got Steve through this.