Author: Velvetine

Rating: T

Pairing: Danny/Flack

Content Warning: mild slash, mention of sex

Spoilers: none

Time Period: During their lovely relationship.

Word Count: 485

Disclaimer: I own nothing.


Five Things Danny Messer loves about Don Flack

1. The security. Danny loves the fact that he can tell Don just about anything, and not be judged on it. He also loves that Don is always there when you need him, just like a personal Superman. And he is a Superman; a backbone that never cracks, someone to protect you at all costs, someone who will spare no effort in assuring himself of your safety. He thinks there's just something so sure about Flack's presence. It's as if nothing could possibly hurt him while Flack is around; and it feels good.

2. His eyes. Danny doesn't like to talk to people and Flack's understanding eyes just make everything that much easier. No more awkward silences or probing questions because he doesn't even have to say anything and Don understands. Usually he would hate people being able to read his mind, but Flack does it with a benign curiosity and objective, and a calmness that Danny appreciates more than he can say. And when he does figure out what is eating at Danny, Don looks at him with pure affection, and eyes that promise better days.

3. His kisses. The kisses are always perfect. Don's soft lips meet his with a fevent passion that electrifies Danny's soul; and it lets Danny know that what they have is real. Flack's slick, pink tongue glides smoothly over Danny's before letting itself into his mouth. It slides across his front teeth and brushes his palette, leaving traces of coffee and apple flavours swirling in the other man's mouth. His ardent kisses rob him of his breath, and Danny wonders where Flack learned to kiss like that.

4. The spooning. It just feels right when Don spoons him on the bed, enveloping Danny in a layer of protection and smothering him with love. Of course, he doesn't cuddle, but he closes his eyes and feels at peace with the world. He doesn't have to think about work, life, death or anything that otherwise occupies his idle mind; he thinks only of Flack. Flack: that tall, large bag of skin and bones and perfection. Flack: that man who knows how to spoon just right; neither too tightly nor too loosely.

5. His scent. Danny doesn't know why Flack smells so good. Anytime he breathes it in he is consumed by wonder and amazement. The man smells of coffee, apple pie and something to which Danny has yet to put a name. It's sweet, and at the same time zesty and calm; like spring, Danny thinks. He wakes up to it and falls asleep to it and somehow it's never far away. It has impregnated his sofa, his bed and just about every decent garment he owns. It hangs by Flack's desk at the precinct and in his patrol car, where it masks the scent of sweat and sex. Everything about the smell drives Danny crazy, but he's thankful for it.

La Fin.

A/N: I was inspired to write this story from an LJ fic I read a while ago. I think it turned out pretty decent so I'll probably follow-up with a "Five Things Don Flack loves about Danny Messer". :D