Dannabie one-shot just because I felt like writing something about them. I would love to see more of them in flashback and in the present. Sleepy writers need to get to it. Hope you like. Maybe I'll make more short stories with them. Let me know. I don't think I'd mind. :)
"You don't know what you do to people, Abbs," Danny said while his middle finger traced down her spine. He was on his side.
Abbie took up Danny's offer to stay at his shack for the week. It was just them; he only came here when he needed a break from everything. Abbie was glad to come with him. This was their last day in the shack. She laid on her stomach, naked under a sheet with him. She looked at him, gave him a small smile.
"What do you mean, Danny?"
"You have no idea do you?"
Abbie held her head up on her pillow.
He sighed, played with her hair. "You make me want to be better, a stronger person. To be fearless, to push even harder for the people I love."
Abbie sat up with the sheet wrapped around her. She held onto his arm, kissed his shoulder. "Danny."
"That's what you do to me, Abbs."
She kissed his shoulder again, his lips. "I didn't know you felt that way."
He nodded his head. "But I don't think you do. Not completely, not fully."
Abbie held on tighter to his arm. She kissed his shoulder again. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't."
"Mills, you may have feelings for me, but there is someone else."
She played with his fingers. "How do you know that?"
"You glance at your phone every five hours. You didn't read the book I bought you from the bookstore. You didn't drink any of the wine I got us."
Abbie sighed. She was caught. She should've known that he would have been paying attention to her. They were up-and-coming FBI agents. There was someone else though: Crane. He hadn't called her at all yet. He went for a walk he didn't come back from. That's all there was to it. No note, no call, no text. She was worried and hoped he was okay. But she didn't dwell on him. Not for long. There were things she had to do, goals to accomplish, like joining the FBI. It made her happy, took her mind off of him. Whenever she was alone, she'd think about him. Then she met Danny. Their relationship grew fast. She didn't think about Crane as much. Lately though, the closer she and Danny got, the more she thought of him. She wanted to push him away, but she couldn't. Not completely. She tried though.
"There is someone else, but we're only friends."
"You miss him a lot."
"I'd rather not go there, Reynolds." She let go of his arm. "But yeah. I do."
"Come here." He put his arms around her. "I don't know what your friend did to you. I won't ask, but I'm here. You know that."
Abbie straddled him, put her arms around his neck. They were forehead to forehead. "I hurt you, Reynolds. That's the other thing I can do to people sometimes."
"Who have you hurt?" He put one hand in her hair, while the other rubbed her back.
"My sister, Jenny. I abandoned her when we were kids. We saw something one day, and she wanted me to admit to it. I didn't, but she did. It split us up. She went to Tarrytown Psychiatric."
"You're not going to tell me what it was."
"That's all you need to know. We're better now though. We're much closer. She kicks ass. She's the fearless one. You should see her with a gun."
"You love her. One day, I'll have to meet her. She sounds like a badass like someone else I know." He kissed her cheek.
Abbie smiled. "She is. She's travelled all over the world collecting rare artifacts, trained in martial arts, and she knows practically everyone."
"Jenny sounds awesome."
Abbie nodded her head, played with his beard. She kissed his neck. "I want us, Danny."
"I believe that you do, but you're not sure, Abbs."
She kissed his lips. He always had a way of calling her on her bullshit. She liked that about him, that they pushed each other, but sometimes he pushed too far. She wanted Danny. She really did, but she knew who she wanted most. Danny didn't deserve to be led on. He was a great guy. Abbie didn't want to let him go though. Not just yet.
She continued to kiss him, and they pretended. As they touched each other, joined together through body and tongue, kissed skin, said names, she pretended to be his while he pretended to be hers. It was just them. Everything about it was nice, normal, easy, right. After it was over though, after she packed her bags, and let him hold her one last time, there was no more pretending.