A/N: This is just a little drabble I wrote after listening to Bruno Mars' "Dance in the Mirror". I'd highly recommend you listen to it as you read this, or after, or just whenever; it's a great song and reminds me of something Dandy would do. Enjoy!
The story of how Danny Castellano found himself in a bed both he and Mindy shared—naked and only covered by the slim material of their comforter—staring at his girlfriend as she stood before their mirror, dancing to some Bruno Mars song—was a long one. So long, in fact, thinking about it seemed to consume ridiculous amounts of time. Though, that was mostly due to Danny's need of recalling every detail of Mindy's presence in his memories, and how annoyingly beautiful she was; inside and out.
He grinned as she swayed her hips, raising her arms ever so slightly, humming to lyrics he didn't recognize. It seemed to be something of a routine for her, he eventually grew to realize. She would get up before him, shower, and then proceed to look at herself in the mirror...nude. Another added benefit, and even better, she never noticed he was looking. To Mindy, Danny was fast asleep, which was the perfect opportunity for her to clean up before he awoke. It was a shame, really. He loved the way she looked in the mornings, all disheveled and groggily. But, in typical Mindy fashion, that was an unacceptable state to be left in.
It was so tempting to get up and walk over there, to touch her, but moments like those were too precious to him. Mindy was herself in every form of the word, stripped—literally—and enjoying her time alone. Sure, it was a little invasive to watch, but it wasn't as if he hadn't seen her that way before.
Why she ever felt self conscious about her body he'd never understand. Danny had to bite back a chuckle as she dropped her bottle of lotion, prompting a mumbled "Shit," only to restrain a cough when she bent to pick it up. This woman was perfection.
He made a mental note to tell her that more often.
He stayed awake when she applied moisturizer to herself, and when she stopped dancing and stood to simply look at the mirror. He hoped those were positive thoughts running through her head, but judging by the expression on her face, it seemed unlikely.
When she finished brushing her teeth and was preparing to step back into their bedroom, Danny quickly closed his eyes, trying to even his breathing and stop from smiling. And just like always, Mindy soon returned to their bed. She slipped inside and pressed her clean—still naked—body against his. As he attempted to fall back asleep, he could still hear her humming, and the sound was enough to cause his lips to curve into the largest grin. Without saying a word, Danny leaned over to press a kiss to her forehead, ignoring her surprised gasp.