Because
by kmc
SUMMARY: Just an inconsequential piece of feel-good fluff. Nothing deep. Dan's thoughts one afternoon.
DISCLAIMER: If they were mine I would have bloody well found a way to keep them on the air.
FEEDBACK: go for it. katemsn@yahoo.com
I can't stop smiling.
This stupid grin I can't stop grinning? It's almost a laugh because I'm much too manly for it to be a giggle, except it's almost that too.
People would look at me strangely if we weren't in New York. But then again, smiling may be the only thing left here that would actually be labeled aberrant behavior.
Actually, people are probably going to start looking at me like I just had great sex. Which I did, but that's not why I'm smiling. Exactly.
It's more the *reason* I had the great sex is the reason I'm smiling.
Because we've had sex before, Casey and I. Fantastic sex.
It's just that today was nothing special, at first. I came over and we were watching a basketball game and sitting close and he's told me he loves me before, but never in the daytime.
He saves that for nighttime, in the dark under the covers and I was okay with that, because I knew it counted, because it was Casey.
So he turns his face to me today in the smack-middle of the afternoon, and stares at me for so long and to be honest I was really into this game so I probably sounded a little irritable when I said, 'What?'
And without changing his expression he'd lifted his hand from the back of the couch and stroked my hair... long, slow strokes that made me want to melt into his hand. 'Nothing.' He smiled at me, like the sun ending a rain delay. 'It's just that I love you so much.'
And I have no idea what the final score was.
Of the basketball game, I mean.
So here I am trotting down the street with this ridiculous grin on my face to pick up a pizza, because Casey's paranoid that the delivery guy is on to us.
And the grin is still there even when I also feel the stupid tears that have been my curse since I was a little boy.
So I sit down for just a minute on a bench outside the pizza place until I look a little less like an emotional basketcase.
But when the little bell rings as I push open the door to Sal's, I'm still grinning.
Because Casey loves me.
End