Title: Cereal Boxes
Summary: Danny Green deals with the fallout of events following Gitmo. A/k/a how Green goes from telling Foster to stay away from him (Dead Reckoning) to telling her that she is going to introduce him to her mother (Trials). Slightly AU. Rated M for smut.
x
A/N - so, my apologies for the lack of updates on my other stories. Work and 2021 have been kicking my butt. I wrote this story as part of NaNoWriMo but have been sitting on it for ... reasons. Anyway, figured that I should post *something.* Originally this was designed to be a Snapshot about that scene at Gitmo but it went in a very, very different direction and is now 12,000 words and about eight chapters. This story earns the M rating. Not completely PWP but the plot is definitely, um, secondary to the smut. For inspiration, I listened to Maroon 5's "One More Night" on repeat as I was writing this.
x
x
Chapter 1 - Vulnerability
Danny stormed across the deck trying - no needing - to get away from Kara. From the reminder of what almost happened. The reminder of what he almost did. The reminder of what he had done.
"Danny!" But, of course, Kara wouldn't leave it alone. Chasing after him, in his head. The way she always was.
He spun, growling. "We were late. I could have blown the whole mission and gotten all of us killed, the whole crew."
Kara reached out, her hand touching his arm. "But you didn't. And we got out fine."
He shook her off. "I lost my focus because of you."
The response was a hiss. "Because of me? I didn't do anything. You throttled down and wanted me to bail."
God, he couldn't believe that he did that.
"No." As though the word could change what happened - both at Gitmo and before.
How often had he said the words all's fair in love and war. Teasing, tempting, cajoling in an effort to draw Kara closer, to convince her that there was no real harm in breaking the rules. But, somehow, he had become the one stuck in the web.
"Danny," she tried again, but he cut her off.
"This is- This is why we're not supposed to..."
Kara actually stomped her foot. "It's just sex, Danny. "
I love you. The words died in his throat. What did she just say? "What?"
"It's just sex," Kara had dropped her voice, looking around the deck. "Remember what you said? No different than any other workout. Friends with benefits. Stress-release. Don't make it more than that."
He remembered. How he whispered the words in the gym, an hour of watching her work her way through a dozen yoga poses making him think of other things that they could be doing in those positions. How he teased her about other ways that they could work up a sweat after thirty minutes of jogging on the deck together. Even how he told her she could skip the gym that day after the first time they had sex, joking that she had definitely burned enough calories. And Danny had meant the words. Having no idea how balls-deep he was, literally and figuratively.
He couldn't deal with this right now. "Just stay away from me."
Kara was silent for a minute but, just as he was about to open the door, he heard her voice. "Fine. But I'll be there later. Just in case you decided you want to burn off some energy after all."
xxxxx
The entire time he was taking a shower - extra long per the XO due to the time spent in the water - Danny told himself that he wasn't going. He was going to cut her off completely. Both because of the rules, and also because Kara was probably right. This was just about sex. He was just too fucked up over losing Frankie and Steve and Jason right now to know what he was feeling. After all, that love at first sight stuff was pure bullshit. Kara couldn't possibly have gone from a stranger to the most important person in his world in five months.
Definitely all about sex.
Good sex, but still just sex.
And, yeah, sex was important to a relationship, but other things were just as important. Respect. Consideration. Friendship. Trust. Mutual goals. Accountability. Communication.
But didn't he respect Kara? Even admiring her dedication and work ethic?
Weren't they friends? Didn't he crave her presence even when they were both fully clothed and in public?
And keeping the Nathan James afloat sure as shit sounded like a mutual goal.
"Fuck!" Danny scrubbed at his head, feeling the tension continue to build. He was just so damn twisted up right now. The only thing that seemed to relieve the tension was...
Sex.
Of course. No wonder he was so fixated on Kara. She was like a drug. Giving him a temporary release. One that he desperately needed right now.
Nothing more.
xxxxx
He wasn't going to go.
Danny told himself that as he walked from the showers to his cabin. As he spent an hour at the gym attempting to wear himself out. As he ducked into the wardroom for a cup of coffee. Even as he found himself walking towards the dry storage with absolutely no other purpose than to meet Kara.
Just sex.
Danny had no idea whether the anger pumping through him right now was the result of his own stupid decision on that RHIB or what Kara said afterwards or the last few hours enduring the congratulations and excitement of his fellow crewmen on a successful mission evading the Russians. But the lure of losing himself in Kara, in engaging in the one activity that was certain to keep him distracted for a few minutes, was overpowering.
She was already there when he arrived, a dark shadow against the wall, highlighted by the glow of her phone. She was looking down when he approached her from behind, studying something. Like him, she must have showered and was now dressed in gym gear, her hair tied back in a simple braid. Without speaking, Danny slid an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him, mouth dropping to the base of her neck, letting his teeth score her. Kara gasped, but whether from surprise or pleasure or even pain, he didn't know. Or care.
Just sex.
Grabbing one of her hands in his, he braced them against the wall while his other hand began dragging down her shorts and underwear. Having managed to get rid of the necessary portion of her clothing, Danny brought his hand up to her folds, teasing her entrance, feeling her response in the way she gasped and then stiffened when he swiped across her clit. Normally he aimed for more, well some, foreplay. But not tonight. Tonight wasn't about love or pleasure or even fun, but rather about the demons that were riding him harder than ever before.
Kara's other hand rose to the wall to brace herself, pressing back more firmly against him, and Danny jerked in response. His thumb moved to circle her clit and he pressed first one and then two fingers into Kara. She choked on a sob and Danny's own breathing was harsh in his ears.
Just sex.
He wrapped one arm around her waist like a band, using the other to free his erection, lining them up and surging inside. Biting his lip to stop the groan as she closed around him. For a second, neither moved, and then Kara shifted, spreading her legs to allow him to press even further into him. Leaving one arm around her waist, he shifted his other hand to the wall, covering one of hers as he pulled out and then surged again. Hard and fast. Kara meeting him stroke for stroke. Her hand twisted on the wall, intertwining their fingers, and her head fell back against his shoulder.
The glow of the phone long gone, he couldn't see Kara's face, but he knew that she was biting on her lip to stop from moaning. The muffled sounds driving him crazy. Shifting slightly, he raised the hand at her waist, pushing under her shirt and bra to squeeze one of her breasts, earning a jerk and keening cry that she cut off by burying her head in the arm that he still had braced against the wall. He would have chuckled if he had the breath. But then she was quivering around him, her release coming out of nowhere, her teeth sinking into his arm. And it was all Danny could do to keep them upright as he surged into Kara again and again, rhythm gone, mind blank, desperate for the oblivion that he knew was coming. His head dropped to her shoulder as he poured himself into her in one final stroke, burying himself to the hilt. Letting himself go. Losing himself in Kara.
Just sex.
Danny had no idea how long they stayed that way until Kara wiggled, and he realized that he was pressing her into the wall, probably crushing her given their size differential. He was still buried inside her, still connected in the most intimate way possible, his body sated beyond belief and yet...it wasn't enough.
Pulling out of her, Danny turned Kara until they were facing each other, wishing that he could see her in the darkness. Wishing that he had some idea what she was thinking or feeling. Then Kara's hands came up to his cheeks, framing his face and drawing him down for a kiss. God knows how long they had been here. The better plan would be to leave now, before anyone noticed that they were missing. But with the way that Kara was kissing him right now, Danny knew there wasn't a chance in hell that he was going anywhere.
He slid an arm under her ass to lift her higher on the wall. Kara wrapped her legs around him, one hand dropping to slide under his shirt and across his stomach. Only then did Danny realize that he was still fully clothed and she was wearing her bra, shirt and shoes. Not that getting completely naked was always on the agenda but still. Kara solved the issue by pushing his shirt over his head, followed almost immediately by her own. Danny unsnapped her bra, dropping it to the side before leaning in for another kiss, pressing her into the wall, naked chest-to-chest.
Kara gasped when he cupped a breast, running a finger around her nipple, which pebbled under this touch. He switched to the other side, repeating the procedure, craving the way she sighed against his mouth, melting into him. She hooked an arm around his neck, drawing him closer, as the other one stroked his shoulders and back and ass. Running around the band of his shorts until she found his cock, wrapping her hand firmly around the base. He had come only minutes ago, the orgasm overpowering in its intensity. And yet he was ready to go again. Putty in her hands. Or, rather, the opposite. His dick not caring about anything other than the way she was stroking him from base to head. The feel of her mouth on his. The scent of her recent release. The sensation of her slick thighs grasped his waist. The way she was rocking against him, as though she too was ready for more.
He dropped a hand to her clit, brushing gently as he tested the waters. Kara's legs tightened, her lower body angled towards him, hand digging into his shoulder when he hit just the right place. He wasn't sure how long they stood there like that. Kissing. Touching. Stroking. Until all he could think about was being inside of her again. Pushing his shorts down, letting them pool at his ankles, he lifted her slightly, lining himself up, before sliding slowly inside. Inch by agonizing inch. Carefully. Waiting for her to adjust before he pressed further, knowing that she had to be sore after the way he had pounded into her earlier.
They moved together. Slow and steady. The storage space silent except for the echo of their breath, the slide of flesh against flesh. The world narrowing until this - being here, with Kara - was the only thing that mattered. He could have stayed this way forever, the feeling that everything was right. But, of course, that was impossible. Even as the thought occurred, Danny could feel the slight shifts in Kara indicating that she was close. The way her breath hitched. The way she began to quiver at each thrust. The way her nails dug into his shoulder as though she could somehow drag him closer. He moved his hand down to where they were joined, pressing gently as he thrust, knowing from past experience that it would take little to push her over the edge. And when she peaked a moment later, he was right there with her, following her over the edge. Their mouths never parting, connected in every possible way until the very end.
Neither moved for long moments but then, as it always did, reality intruded. They had been here far, far longer than they should have been. Danny set Kara down slowly, making sure that she was steady before letting her go. They both immediately began searching for their clothing, Kara needing her phone to help locate the bra he had tossed halfway across the room.
Once they were both dressed, Kara stepped forward, brushing her lips against his. "Until next time."
It was only when he heard the husky whisper that he realized they were the first words either had spoken. And then Kara was gone. Danny waited as long as he could before following her out the door, down the p-way to his own cabin, collapsing into his bunk underneath a snoring Tex Nolan. Knowing that there was no way he could give this - give her - up. He simply needed to keep it in perspective.
Just sex.