Many thanks to cyko and Bobo, who insisted on my sending them the smut as soon as it was finished. The unofficial title is Teh Dannygasm. Just so you all know.

Also, there is teh mad secks. Don't read if you get offended, or if you feel like you might die from teh Dannyness.


Neither of them speak a word. Her hand grips his shoulder, holding on like her life depends on it. His hand is on the back of her head, holding her as tightly as possible. They simultaneously pull apart, their eyes searching each other.

He lightly pulls her toward the door, out of the smoky apartment. They walk downstairs together, trying to stay out of the way of the paramedics and police officers running up. When they get outside, she takes a deep breath. Who knew she could ever miss clean air?

She has to make a statement. Then she needs to be checked out by paramedics. He doesn't leave her side the entire time. He stays right next to her, his fingers threaded through hers.

Once she's done, he gently pulls him to his car, silently asking her not to argue. She doesn't, instead letting him lead her.

It doesn't surprise her when he pulls up in front of her apartment building. She looks at him, silently asking him to stay. He sees the desperate look in her eyes. She obviously doesn't want to be alone, so, despite his better judgment, he climbs out of the car.

They go upstairs. She hugs him again - this time, as a thank-you for comforting her. He smiles, softly stroking her hair. For the second time that day, he holds onto her as tightly as he can. She could have been killed today, because he wasn't there to protect her. He's never letting her out of his sight again.

She pulls her head back a little. They're face-to-face, staring into each other's eyes, their lips only inches apart. And it's like magnetism. They both lean forward. He stiffens at first, unsure if this is real. But slowly, reality sets in, and he relaxes into her.

She takes a small step backwards, toward her bedroom, hoping he'll follow. He does, giving her the courage to take another step.

They walk down the hallway like that, her taking small steps, him following. A trail of clothing forms behind them. Their lips don't part, except for the few seconds it takes to pull off each other's shirt.

They fall onto her bed. She grips her sheets tightly as they move together. He whispers random words into her ear. It becomes mere background noise as he quickens his pace, and she focuses on what he's doing to her.

Everything goes white for a few seconds. They each enter bliss, the flash of brightness momentarily overpowering both of them. As they drift to sleep, they're both flooded with thoughts of each other.

A few hours later, the pink rays of the sun filter in. He watches her sleep, trying to remember everything about her: the way her chest rises and falls, the way her nose slightly twitches, the way she sleeps with a small smile.

Tomorrow, everything will go back to normal - they both know that. But today, they're here, in this moment, two different people. And for now, that's good enough.