Title: Your Clothes
Author: LeaGranger aka spikesbitch
Rating: At the moment PG but I think it will get up to R.
Summary: Set straight after the episode with Everlast. This was our ritual. No matter who either of us were dating, whatever fights we had, Danny and I would sneak into the opening of the pool party. It was always just to two of us. The rest of the world didn't matter. For that night, every year it was just to two of us.
Disclaimer: It's not mine. I'm not sure who Las Vegas belongs to but it's definitely not me.
A/N: This is my first ever Las Vegas fic. I'm a bit excited about it considering at the moment I'm absolutely obsessed with the show. Its total greatness. I'm also obsessed with Milano shoes at the moment as well. I so want a pair. Not because they are particularly all that nice but because they are expensive. Anyway that pretty much explains the Milano line. Also I may seem to have ended this chapter in a weird place but please bear in mind that it's a prologue.
Prologue
I watch Danny. No matter what I can't seem to help it. Wherever he is my eyes are drawn to him, searching. Watching.
His head bops up and down in time to the music, his eyes glued on Everlast as he hovers protectively near my shoulder. Its one of those nights. One that makes me think that maybe, just maybe, Danny and I might have a chance. We might me something more than friends. One of those nights were Danny sticks so close to my shoulder I sometimes feel like I might drown in the smell of his cologne.
Sam suddenly comes running up and hugs Danny around the middle, hard. One of those big friendly hugs she seems to only reserve for Danny and Mike. I have a feeling she would hug Ed like that too if he would let her get close enough.
For a split second Sam's head rests on Danny's chest, her face turned towards me. Looking up at me her face splits into a giant grin and I could swear she winked. As quickly as she had arrived Sam lets Danny go and turns back to where Delinda and Nessa were giggling as they danced.
As usual I'm left staring at Danny.
Feeling my eyes on him Danny turns, seeing me his face splits into a wide smile. The same smile that made my knees weak and showed off every single one of his teeth, so perfect and white they belonged in a toothpaste commercial.
Quickly he stepped behind me and before I knew what was happening he had slipped his hands around my waist, pulling me close, my back flush against his chest. Without thinking I sink into his embrace, surrounded by the scent which was uniquely Danny.
As his lips find my temple I find myself pulled back all those years. This was our ritual. No matter who either of us were dating, whatever fights we had, Danny and I would sneak into the opening of the pool party. It was always just to two of us. The rest of the world didn't matter. For that night, every year it was just to two of us.
I don't know why it felt strange to be back here again. Maybe because we were here with friends, maybe because there was no sneaking in, maybe because we were approximately ten years older than all the kids here. Maybe it was because we were suddenly the ones that were supposed to be keeping the middle class locals out.
As the song comes to a close, Danny's lips graze my ear, "Do you think they would notice if we left?"
Glancing around I find Sam, Delinda, Nessa and Mike all engrossed in a game of rock, paper, scissors for god knows what reason. I shake my head, "I think we're good. Let's go."
We're quiet all the way to Danny's car. It seemed to be safer that way. Instead I concentrate on the warmth Danny's hand provided as he gripped tightly onto mine, his thumb absently stroking the back of my hand as we moved through the parking lot.
As I slip into the passenger seat I glance up to find Danny staring intently at me, as if memorising every line of my face. Ducking my head slightly, I smile slightly tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
Danny pushes the Camero into gear and my eyes can't help but be drawn to him. I've always loved Danny in this car. It's like the entire series was model around him. This car fit Danny like the perfect Milano. Fast, sexy and a little bit dangerous.
As we hit the open road, Danny's gaze flicks to mine, a genuine smile gracing his features, lighting up his eyes. He rarely smiles like that anymore, like he hasn't a care in the world. He used to do it all the time when we were younger. But when we were younger that same smile was usually followed by him instigating something we shouldn't have been doing.
Lost in my thoughts of the past, I'm rudely awakened when Danny rounds the corner and pulls into his driveway, shutting off the engine with a quick flick. We remain silent as we walk up the drive and it's not until Danny's front door closes behind us with a thump that either of us feel the need to speak.
"There's clothes in my closet if you want to change out of your dress," he tells me quietly as he quickly toes off his shoes.
I nod silently, gripping the door frame for balance as I struggle with the ankle strap of one of my shoes, grateful for his offer. As much as I loved getting dressed up for work, just hanging out in Danny's house dressed so formally seemed somehow wrong.
"Beer?" he asks, already making his way to the kitchen.
I nod again, feeling no need to extrapolate on that, my throat seeming unwilling to vocalise.
Finally having my shoes off, I make my way into Danny's bedroom, shutting the door behind me and turn to survey the bedroom. Typical Danny. The bed still unmade from this morning, his shirts in a pile to be washed, his dirty suits hung haphazardly over an armchair waiting to be taken to the dry cleaners. Shaking my head slightly amused, I open his closet doors opening the top drawer knowing I would find what I was looking for in there.
Shimming out of my dress, I quickly slipped on a pair of Danny's boxers, and a shirt that was at least three sizes to big for me before padding out into the living area. I find Danny sitting stretching out on his sofa, feet on his coffee table as he took a long pull from his beer.
As he sees me, he gets that look he always does whenever I wear his clothes. Almost a possessive kind of pride. I remember asking him when we were teenagers why guys always tried foister their clothes off on their girlfriends. He had been purposefully vague at the time, but I think the gist was that it was like the girl was pronouncing to the world that she was his and his alone. Whatever he meant it made no sense to me.
Rummaging through my handbag I finally pull out the hair elastic I had been looking for and quickly pull my hair back into a messy bun. Grabbing the beer Danny had left on the coffee table for me I take a seat on the sofa, curling my legs up underneath me, purposefully placing physical distance between us.
Looking up at Danny I catch him staring at me a stunned look on his face.
"You're gorgeous," he whispers, in an awestruck tone, one that told me had not meant to speak out loud.
I duck my head, staring at the couch in front of me not wanting Danny to see my blush.
We remain silent for the next few minutes, emersed in our own thoughts, preoccupied with out beer.
"It was weird," Danny suddenly pronounces, leaving me no doubt he was talking about tonight.
"It was," I agree, wary of where this conversation was heading.
Danny's silent for a moment before rolling his head to look at me. "Why did things seem easier when we were sixteen?"
I shrug, unsure how to answer his question. "Maybe because we ignored all the complicated stuff. Maybe because, when we were sixteen sex wasn't an issue."
Danny grins. "Mary, I was a sixteen year old male, you were more than hot. I'm sure sex was an issue on more than one occasion."
"More than hot?" I ask teasingly raising an eyebrow.
"You were gorgeous and you know it," he tells me flatly. "Still are."
I move to duck my head again but Danny catches my chin in his hand, holding my head up.
"Hey, its nothing to be ashamed of," he tells me firmly.
I nod slightly, my breath caught in my throat as I stare at Danny, his eyes boring into mine. Green eyes, flaring with a passion so rarely seen in him. Unconsciously I lick my lips, leaning towards him ever so slightly.
If anything was going to happen then I never found out. An incessant beeping filled both our ears and a quick glance at the coffee table told me all I needed to know. Danny's cell was dancing on the table, the back light flashing.