Mad
Danny stood across the room. He had his back to the wall, his arms folded across his chest. From where he sat on the couch, Steve threw his partner a smirk, knowing that alone would piss Danny off. "You're mad at me."
Danny kept his hard gaze locked on Steve's chest. "I'm not mad."
"Screw that, Danny. You've been mad at me since the raid on that house on Maui. Like it was my fault."
"You got shot. Twice."
"I didn't ask the guy to shoot me."
Danny made eye contact with his partner, "You might as well have. You went at him like you had no training at all."
Steve sat up with a jolt. "Are you calling me a shitty SEAL?"
"No. I'm calling you a reckless one."
"I know you don't mean that." Steve sighed in frustration. It hadn't been his abilities - or lack thereof - that had been gotten him injured. It was the asshole homeowner and his brother who'd fired on them as they were attempting to execute a search warrant. He got off the couch and went to stand in front of Danny. "Just like I knew in that house you'd have my back. Like always."
Danny met Steve's gaze again and snorted out a laugh. He didn't let up on the tense posture, though. "You always think you know everything."
Steve let out his own terse laugh before he returned to the more serious expression. Maybe to serious, but somewhere deep inside, there was a part of him that ached to hear Danny say the words. "Just admit it. You're pissed about the shooting because it freaked you out." He jabbed a finger at Danny's chest. "Because you're in love with me."
Danny's lips parted. He sucked in a shallow, audible breath. That was enough of reaction for Steve. He reached for Danny and cupped his cheek, then drew him forward until they were kissing, their mouths and tongues and bodies coming together slowly, tenderly, all of Danny pressing into him, focused on him with that usual intensity of his. Shit, Steve would never tire of kissing this man.
When they finally parted, Danny fell back against the wall. "God you're infuriating." He smiled with a softness Steve had rarely seen from him in the past few months. "And you're right. About everything. So don't ever get your ass shot again."
"Deal." Steve gripped Danny by the waistband of his pants and tugged until he was in his arms again.