Be My Valentine

tags: valentine's day, friends to lovers, first kiss

Danny let out a loud heavy sigh as he stepped into his dark bedroom; it had been yet another long day at work. However that was not relevant at the moment, because the only thing that was going through the blonde Detective's head, was that he once again was alone on Valentine's Day.

He took out an old grey t-shirt and a pair of black sweatpants from his closet, but before pulling the sweatpants on he changed his mind and left them on the bed. What was the point of wearing pants if no one would be seeing him anyway?

Twenty minutes later someone rang on his doorbell. Frowning Danny got up from the couch, putting his beer bottle on the table before heading for the door. Of course he knows exactly who it is. The blonde looked into the peephole and saw the very familiar face of Steve McGarrett. Taking a deep breath Danny opened the door.

"Steve, what are you doing here?"

It took his partner a good couple of seconds to reply, because Steve was too busy staring at the blonde. Danny looked down at himself and realized that he still wasn't wearing any pants and his shirt wasn't exactly leaving much to anyone's imagination. A blush crept up his cheeks, but he tried to act cool about it.

"Can I come in?" Steve asked his voice hoarse as he looked into Danny's eyes again.

"Why?"

Steve's lips twitched and one side curled up in a half-smile. Danny stared at him before finally moving out of the way, allowing his partner to step inside. When he passed the blonde, he turned his whole body around, which made Danny realize that he was holding something behind his back.

"So what are you doing here?" Danny asked as he closed the door.

Steve let out a breath and took a step forward. "I just want you to know how much you mean to me," he told Danny softly. "It's still Valentine's Day, so I'm not too late with this," he said, finally revealing a single red rose from behind his back.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Danny!"

Steve held the rose up for Danny and the blonde inhaled sharply. "You… you didn't have to," he stammered, and his heart was beating so quickly he thought it was likely Steve could see it through his chest.

"I did… and I would have asked you for dinner, but I thought that maybe it would make you feel uncomfortable."

"Why would I feel uncomfortable about going on a date with you?" The blonde asked. Then he caught up on what he'd said. "Not that dinner with you has to be a date," Danny clarified. "I mean it's perfectly normal for two persons to go out to dinner on Valentine's Day together in a completely platonic way. Especially if they are workmates and friends, which we are.

"Danny, stop!" Steve said. The blonde closed his eyes, cursing himself for not just shutting up. When he opened them, he noticed that Steve was smiling at him. A minute passed, but it felt like a year. "It's only a few minutes til midnight," Steve told him, putting the rose down on the kitchen counter. He walked toward the blonde slowly and reflexively Danny stepped back just as slow until his back hit the wall. Steve smiled at him, never taking his eyes off of Danny.

"Will you be my Valentine, Danny Williams?" Steve asked, his voice only a whisper in the blonde's ear as his hands fell to Danny's waist.

"Yes," Danny found himself whispering back and the next thing he knew they were dancing. His hands were on Steve's shoulders and his partner's hands rested on his hips as they moved slowly. Danny still couldn't tell if it was a dream, or if it was all real.

Steve chuckled, "Me either," he told Danny and the blonde figured he must have said it out loud. "Forgive me Danny; I've been so damn stubborn and oblivious about my feelings for you. It's taken me so long to figure out that through everything, you've always been there for me. I hope it's not too late."

"Steve," Danny finally said, looking at him. Now he understood the change in his partner's behaviour lately. Steve had been acting strange for a couple of weeks now. Looking at him for a moment too long sometimes and touching his arm a lot more than usual, were just two examples.

"Danny?" The blonde looked at him again and noticed the look of desperation in his partner's eyes. Danny hadn't said anything yet, and he didn't intend to either. Instead he pulled Steve closer and sealed their lips together. His partner responded by pressing his lips against Danny's with the equal amount of emotions. The blonde stepped forward, trying to get as much contact with Steve as possible and felt goose bumps appear on his skin as his partner's hands moved under his shirt to his lower back, where Steve's thumbs then drew small circles.

They pulled apart, both breathless and high from whatever emotion they were both afraid to voice out aloud. Their foreheads were touching and Steve reached for Danny's hand, intertwining their fingers.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Danny," Steve whispered again, pressing a softly kiss on his cheek.

"Happy Valentine's Day, babe." Danny smiled happily, seeing that his partner doing the same.

Happy Valentine's Day my lovely McDanno Shippers!