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A/N: This little plot bunny hatched around Christmas as "What did you get me for Valentine's Day?" "I shot someone for you." I bounced back and forth between McDanno and Mac/Jack on MacGyver. I did the latter first on AO3, but just couldn't let it go for McDanno, so here you go! ;)

"Danny, watch out!"

The cry came just in time for Danny to dodge to the side, a bullet lodging into the wall where his head had been just a second ago. It was followed immediately by a second shot, dropping the gunman. Danny approached the fallen man, kicking his gun out of the way before kneeling to feel for a pulse. None. It was a clean shot. "Thanks," he told Steve when the other man materialized by his side. "You saved my life. I owe you."

Steve grinned maniacally. "Happy Valentine's Day, Danny."

Danny was confused. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"It's Valentine's Day," Steve said, as though that explained everything. It didn't.

"Yes, but why are you wishing me Happy Valentine's Day in the middle of a bust? Usually, that sort of thing is done in a more. . .intimate. . .setting, usually accompanied by some sort of romantic gesture, like flowers, or candy, or at least a card."

"I shot someone for you."

Danny was flabbergasted. "That's your idea of a romantic gesture? Shooting someone?"

"Um, yeah?" Steve said, hesitantly, as if he was unsure if that was the right answer. It wasn't.

"Steve! You don't just shoot people to show you care! We're not even dating!"

"We could be," Steve said.

Danny didn't think he could get any more floored. He was wrong. "Are you asking me out when I've just narrowly missed having my brains scattered all over the place?!"

"Um, yeah?" Steve tried again, hoping it was a better answer this time. No such luck.

"What are you, some kind of Neanderthal?!" Danny said, practically screaming. "Oh, wait, I forgot, that's exactly what you are. You don't ask people out in the middle of a firefight!"

"Does that mean you're saying no?" Steve asked.

"It means you're crazy! You don't just do things like that!"

"Danny," Steve said. "Shut up."

Danny paid him no heed. "I can't believe you think this is romantic! Only a hyped-up adrenalin junkie would think that!"

Steve interrupted the tirade by stepping forward, grabbing Danny by the shoulders, pulling him flush, and kissing him, hard. "Danny, I said, shut up."

Danny shut up, but only for a second. "Did you just kiss me?"

"Yes, I did," Steve said, "and I'm going to do it again if you don't shut up."

Danny smirked. "Make me," he said. The challenge was clear.

Steve kissed him again, just as hard. It quickly morphed into something intense, passionate, almost dirty. Danny moaned and opened his mouth to Steve. The SEAL's tongue eagerly accepted the invitation, frantically exploring every inch of what was offered. He pulled Danny tighter, Danny's burgeoning erection rubbing against his own. Steve pushed Danny towards the nearest vertical surface, backing him up against a wall, never breaking the kiss. He continued his assault on Danny's mouth and upped the ante by pushing his thigh between Danny's legs.

Danny came to his senses first, shoving Steve away. "Not here. This is a crime scene, for god's sake!"

Steve was flushed and breathing hard. "My place, then, as soon as we get this cleared up."

"You don't get to just kiss me and then assume you get to sleep with me! What happened to romantic gestures?"

"You're right. I'm sorry," Steve apologized. "Why don't you come over to my place and I'll make you dinner?"

Danny eyed him suspiciously. "It better be more than pizza and beer on the couch."

"I'll go all out," Steve promised. "Steak, wine, tablecloth, candles, the works."

Danny was still doubtful that Steve could pull it off, but he wanted to see what the big goof would come up with. "You're on."

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A/N: Next chapter will be schmoopy date and good, old-fashioned smut. ;)