Steve/Danny double drabble
Just last night I was thinking that being single on Valentine's Day sucks and that I'm fed up of seeing ads with happy couples kissing and being lovey-dovey everywhere. But then this morning I saw this image prompt on 1_million_words and thought "F*ck it, I'm gonna write a Valentine's drabble for my flist!" Which turned into a double drabble, aren't you lucky.
Title: Operation Strawberry Fields
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: none
Word count: 200
Summary: Steve finds something and decides to put it to good use.
Author's note 1: Inspired by this image prompt on 1_million_words
Author's note 2: Title stolen from episode 2x03 and The Beatles
"Is that a fondue set?" Danny asked, looking down at Steve.
Steve had spread out a blanket on the sand and was lying on his side on it, propped up on one elbow. In front of him, surrounded by plates holding several pieces of sliced fruit, was indeed a small fondue set.
"I found it in a cupboard this morning, it was still in the box. It must be a never used present."
"I see. And you thought having an impromptu fondue party on the beach would be a great idea. Because sand won't stick to the fruit or end up in the chocolate. No, really, it was a very smart move, I applaud you."
Steve smiled up at him and picked up a plump strawberry. He dipped it in the melted chocolate and brought it to his lips, catching a drop of chocolate on his tongue before it dripped onto his T-shirt. He then proceeded to bite into the fruit, moaning in a way that could only be described as obscene.
Danny swallowed. Smooth Dog McGarrett wasn't subtle at all, and someone would have to inform him of that one day, but at the moment Danny really didn't care.
Title: Operation Strawberry Fields
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: none
Word count: 200
Summary: Steve finds something and decides to put it to good use.
Author's note 1: Inspired by this image prompt on 1_million_words
Author's note 2: Title stolen from episode 2x03 and The Beatles
"Is that a fondue set?" Danny asked, looking down at Steve.
Steve had spread out a blanket on the sand and was lying on his side on it, propped up on one elbow. In front of him, surrounded by plates holding several pieces of sliced fruit, was indeed a small fondue set.
"I found it in a cupboard this morning, it was still in the box. It must be a never used present."
"I see. And you thought having an impromptu fondue party on the beach would be a great idea. Because sand won't stick to the fruit or end up in the chocolate. No, really, it was a very smart move, I applaud you."
Steve smiled up at him and picked up a plump strawberry. He dipped it in the melted chocolate and brought it to his lips, catching a drop of chocolate on his tongue before it dripped onto his T-shirt. He then proceeded to bite into the fruit, moaning in a way that could only be described as obscene.
Danny swallowed. Smooth Dog McGarrett wasn't subtle at all, and someone would have to inform him of that one day, but at the moment Danny really didn't care.