A/N: Just another little ficlet I wrote (and hadn't actually planned on posting :p ) just for the heck of it. Crit. is always appreciated.
Steve dropped the file onto the table and took the coffee Danny had offered him with a muttered thanks and brush of fingers. Danny tilted his head a fraction, and Steve leaned down, lips barely brushing before he turned back to the file and took a sip of coffee.
"A—hem."
Steve glanced around, licking his lips, and noticed Danny's arm was up in What the hell, Steve? Position. Then he realized what had just happened, tried to suppress the shock and keep his eyes from going wide. He resolutely ignored the pleased little voice purring in the back of his mind.
Danny's mouth opened and closed a few times before he found words. Steve readied himself for the onslaught.
"What was that?" Danny asked, a lot more calmly than he'd expected.
"What was what?" Steve asked, just to—yep, right on schedule, Danny rolled his eyes.
"You kissed me, Steven, and I would like to know why."
"I didn't." Steve promised he'd stop when Danny went apoplectic.
"Yes you did, you liar. I may be a little out of practice, but—" he narrowed his eyes when Steve mumbled, "-what?"
"You're the one that kissed me, Danno," he said. But honestly, Steve couldn't really remember. It'd felt more like some sort of mutual unconscious reflex. Not that he was complaining, though Danny definitely was. He suppressed a sigh.
Danny frowned at the sigh. "Hey, you'd be lucky to get kissed by me. I'm an excellent kisser. Not-not that I'm saying I kissed you." Danny crossed his arms. "Because I didn't."
Steve sighed again, just to gauge Danny's reaction. It was good. Very good. He dropped his arms and did a double-handed Can you believe this guy? Then he glared and pointed.
"Don't believe me, McGarrett? I'll show you." Danny poked him in the chest, still obviously annoyed, but that didn't keep Steve's mouth from going dry and certain parts of his anatomy to take and interest.
"I'll turn your legs to goo and make you moan my name."
"Just—" Steve cleared his throat, "just with a kiss?"
"Just with a kiss." One corner of Danny's lips quirked up and his eyes narrowed. Steve knew a challenge when he saw one.
He went for it. Surprised when Danny yelped and jerked back for a moment before giving in. He was surprised again when Danny glared at him (also again) when he pulled back.
"What—I thought we were just doing a thing, Jesus, Steve."
"It's just Steve." Come on, how could he resist that?
"Hah-ha—not funny."
"What kind of a thing?"
"I dunno. Some kind of fucked up pissing contest, I guess." he said, raking a hand through his hair.
"Oh. I didn't get that at all."
Danny's glare lowered in intensity until it faded completely. He took a deep breath, let it out. "Next time, give me warning, you animal."
"I thought you wanted me to." And yeah, he kind of had. What else was Steve supposed to think?
"Of course you did." Danny shook his head, but Steve could see the beginnings of a smile hiding around the corners of his eyes.
"Oops?" Steve said. It was as close to an apology as he was coming. He didn't regret the way Danny's face was flushed, his hair was askew, or the way he licked his lips when he looked back at him. He didn't regret it one damn bit.
