Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own them. I wish I did. I own nothing but I do love this show so very much that I can't stay away.
Chapter 6
The sound of the rain woke him up. He opened his eyes and, with the light that filtered through the shutters, he realized it had to be at least mid-afternoon. They slept a lot. He turned to Steve, he were close to him, moaning and groaning softly. He put a hand over his face and shook him slightly.
"Steve ..." he whispered.
He opened his eyes suddenly, saw Danny and made a face that was meant to be a smile. Danny came over and, for the first time since that few hours, before that morning the plane arrived, he kissed him lightly and was about to rise again when Steve, with one arm, pulled him back and stared at him as if he saw him really only at that moment. He took his face in his hands and then kissed him almost with fury, insinuating his tongue between his lips. Danny couldn't hold back a moan of pleasure and remained glued to him until Steve's groan worried him.
"Steve ...".
"Danny ... I love you so much... I want you…" Steve muttered.
"Oh Steve, me too ... but I don't want to hurt you ..." Danny said, breathless.
"We just have to be careful ..." and saying so, he pulled Danny back to him, holding him tight.
The contact between their naked bodies caused him an electric shock and he shook in Danny's arms. He stopped for a moment to look into his eyes, those eyes that he had missed so much and then put his lips on Danny's, in a kiss that became gradually more intense.
After sometime, exhausted, they found themselves embraced.
"I love you Steve" Danny whispered in his ear.
"I love you too Danny," said Steve, who kept his head in the crook of Danny's neck.
"These last months were terrible ... the worst thing was not knowing anything, don't know where you were, don't know if you were okay, or if you were hurt ... I don't know how much longer I could resist ... I think I drove myself crazy ..." he whispered and then, because Steve was silent, he continued.
"I don't know how many times I was tempted to call the governor and ask him if he could, somehow, hear something from you ..."
"And why didn't you do it?" Steve muttered.
"I wanted to but… I know it's stupid, but then… I thought that if I had known, maybe I would have gotten an answer that would make me feel worse, or maybe that would bring you bad luck and maybe something could have happen to you and I ..." he paused to catch his breath.
"Danny ... I see that you don't lost the habit ..."
"What habit?"
"The habit that you have to put together a number of words and think that they also have a real meaning for those who are listening to you ..." Steve said, looking up at him with a half smile.
"I know it's been tough – he continued leaning to him - I know because also for me it was, you do not know how much. There were times when I didn't think what I could have done to move on. The things that I saw and did ... "he paused, his voice breaking. After a while, he went on.
"The only thing that allowed me to keep fighting was you, was the thought of you ..." he whispered, clinging to him even more.
Danny was silent for a moment, overwhelmed with emotions, then placed a kiss on his forehead, sighing.
"I'm so tired ..." Steve whispered.
"Sleep ... I take care of you ..." Danny said.
Instead, without realizing it, they both fell asleep, and when Danny first woke up, it was time for dinner.
Steve was still holding tight to him and Danny, with only one free hand, stroked his stubble cheek, to wake him up. At this touch Steve opened his eyes and smiled.
"It 's time for dinner Steve, aren't you hungry?".
"Not much, you?"
"I'm starving, and you still have to eat because you have to take the meds. Come on, let us stand up so I can make something".
After helping Steve to get dressed, they went downstairs together and went to the kitchen. Danny pulled some eggs out from the fridge and began to prepare an omelet. Outside, the rain had increased in intensity and Steve was pouring water when a series of sudden thunder split the sky. He stopped, leaning on the cabinet and covered his eyes with one hand. The bottle slowly rolled off the table on the floor and Danny, hearing the noise, turned to him.
"Steve! What's up?" he asked approaching the man.
"It 's all right, It's just a thunder, calm down ..." he whispered, putting a hand on Steve's shoulder.
Steve leaned down to pick up the bottle and, at the same time, to avoid the contact and walked away. He didn't want to be seen as weak by Danny.
"It's nothing, I'm fine ..." he said then, giving him his back.
Danny stood before him without touching him and saw that his eyes were closed, he was made short breaths, trying to regain control. Then Steve opened his eyes.
"Better?" Danny asked.
"Yes ..."
"Come on, let's eat something," and saying so, he pushed him back into the kitchen.
They had dinner with Danny who spoke all the time, trying to tell him what had happened during the months in which he had been away, to fill the silence. Steve was silent and listened to him, answering in monosyllables, and never took his eyes off him. When they had finished, Danny got up to put the dishes in the dishwasher.
"Go and lie down on the couch while I finish here, I'll be right there in a couple of minutes" he said and Steve, reluctantly, went to the living room.
Quickly, Danny put everything in place and followed him into the other room. He saw him standing, watching Grace's drawings that covered all the walls. With his hands, light touched them up, one by one. There were so many. He joined him and stood behind him.
"She has drawn for you every day. She said that it seemed to be near you. She spoke to you while she were drawing ... actually that made me a little worry because at first I thought she had put in her mind to have an imaginary friend, but she explained to me that it wasn't - I'm notstupidDanno, there is no imaginary friends - she spoke with you, explaining the drawing she made - I pretendthat he's herewatching me while I'm drawing Danno…".
He paused, and when he stood before him, he realized that Steve's eyes were bright with tears.
"Hey ... come on ... come here," he said, taking him by the arm and dragging on the couch.
Steve lay down on Danny's lap without a word and, as he had done from the moment they met again, he took Danny's hand and intertwined with his, holding it to his chest.
Danny leaned his head back and sighed. He thought that it would take quite a bit of time before everything was back to normal. But no matter what, the important thing was that Steve was there with him. Things would be adjusted. The key thing was to finally be together again.