For Danny

[sluttylyingliar]

Okay seriously? It's like some kind of late birthday present. She hadn't even really meant to bust in on anything. She wants someone to go to the beach with her and although she knows Danny doesn't like it, he's going to get over it.

But then...she'd heard. The moans and the grunts and the breathing. And damn, Danny is loud.

She'd hate to interrupt

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[haolehothead]

Danny had been relaxed. Sated, relaxed, blissed and all the other words in the book, right up until the moment he heard her voice. As it is, he still isn't that pissed because yeah, sex has a tendency to make him feel good and loose. He grabs for a pair of shorts, only realizing as he draws open the door that they're Steve's, given that he has to hold them up. "Are you, what are you, are you lurking?" he demands, hair flying up in twenty different directions at once.

[sluttylyingliar]

"There's no way that was good for your knee," she snickers, eyes immediately landing on his cut hips and clearly too large shorts.

"And I wouldn't call it lurking as much as not leaving."

[haolehothead]

Danny fumbles to get the shorts up on his hips, tying the drawstring several times as he closes the door behind him, crossing his arms over his chest to hide the fact he didn't grab a shirt. "What are you doing here? And how long have you been here?"

[sluttylyingliar]

"I want you to go to the beach with me," she says in a duh voice. She is wearing a bikini.

"Long enough. You look good without clothes. You should wear less clothes."