I'm warm. Comfortable. And there's no way I'm moving.

I'm laying on my side, my arms wrapped around the the smaller body next to mine. A hand gently strokes my back. It feels good--comforting--and I've never felt so... safe. Wanted. Needed, I guess. I nuzzle the head of hair next to my face. It smells of sweat and something distinctly Danny. It's familiar and nice and I'm really glad he's here.

It's been a long time since I've held anyone like this. Though, it's not like I'm just holding him. It's more like clinging. But whatever it is, I'm glad it's Danny I'm doing it to. I know he won't mind (much) and he's not gonna go all crazy over it like some (ok, almost all) of the girls I've dated. Plus, I know he'll stay as long as feels he's needed to make me feel a little better.

I can feel myself start to drift off again when a feel a finger poke me in the shoudler. Oh, no. I tighten my arms around Danny and grunt.

Poke.

Nope, not moving, not getting up.

Poke. Poke.

Not. Going. To. Move.

The finger moves up and poke my jaw. I pull Danny closer (if that's even possible) and nuzzle his hair again.

There's a sigh. "Don, come on, get up."

I groan. "Nooooo... I'm tryin' to sleep here."

"I get that, bu--"

"Y'know, I wouldn't be so tired it someone hadn't worn me out so much last night."

I hear Danny laugh softly. "You wanted it." That's so very true. "C'mon, let me up."

I shake my head slowly and yawn. "What's so important that you have to gettup?"

"Well, ya see, I havta piss. So unless you wanna clean that mess, you'd better let me go"

I groan and let go, rolling over onto my back and fling an arm over my eyes. The bed shifts as Danny gets up and I can hear him pad over into the bathroom and shut the door (though I'm not sure why-- must be a Danny thing).

What I said isn't entirely untrue. I'm really tired from the case. It's hard and I can already see where it's heading. But the other cause of my exhaustion is from last night. It had been hot and wild and... I've never really experienced anything like it before. Of course, I should expect the unexpected from Danny. And there's no one I'd rather have or trust to have Danny fuck me. How Danny could be so tender (I guess that's the right word) and rough at the same time is beyond me, but God, it was good.

The door opens and I move my arm, cracking one eye open to look up at Danny. He's found his glasses and he peers down at me.

"Ya ok?" Simple question with a not-so-simple answer.

I shut my eye and shrug. Maybe I can avoid the question. Not answer. Or maybe bribe him with sex so I don't have to answer. Could work. Then again, after last night, I don't know how either of us would fair--

An hand nudges my bare shoulder. I squint up at Danny. He looks worried and great, now I feel bad. Guilty. I sit up and look him in the eye. "I'll be fine. Jus'... this case..."

Danny nods and sits down next to me. "It sucks, I know. But.. it's just another case. We do the job and move on."

I look at Danny. "That doesn't sound like you. That sounds like Mac. Except he doesn't say 'suck'."

Danny shrugs. "It's what he tells me when a case gets to me."

"I don't wanna hear Mac. I wanna hear you."

Danny nods again. "It's a hard case. But we'll find out what happened and whoever did it will pay. And maybe the stress won't stop immediately, but... but you'll get through it. We both know you will and if it's hard," Danny swallows, as if he's a little scared about the next words. "If it's hard, I'll be here."

And that... That's something I think I needed to hear, because even though I've told him more than once that I want this to be more, he hasn't exactly said it back. But I think that's as close as I'm gonna get for now (considering Danny's trust issues, which I'll deal with later), so I'll take what I can get. I nod and smile at him. He smiles back.

"So!" I say brightly, changing the subject. "I have no food, so... we have no breakfast." I glance at the clock. 7 am. "What time do we have to be in?"

"Uh.. 9? I think, I wasn't paying attention."

"Hm. Well, we could get something on the way to work." Except I think Danny might need to go get clothes from his apartment. And is it so wrong that I don't really want him to leave?

"I have to go get clothes for work," and wow, Danny can read minds? "But, if I leave now, I can get to my apartment, get clothes and be back before 8."

I nod. "Sounds good." Danny get off the bed and starts the hunt for his clothes. I stand up and spot his shirt on the floor beside my feet. I lean down and pick it up, balling it up before throwing it at his head. He turns around and flips me off.

Danny's dressed in less than two minutes and I follow him to the door in my boxers. I don't know what to make of the depressed feeling and the tightness in my chest, and I really wish he didn't have to leave. He's almost out the door when I tug on his shoulder. He turns around and I lean in, kissing him on the mouth, not caring who sees. He kisses me back and pulls back, smirking at me, probably laughing at my neediness, but I don't care. I don't expect him to understand what I don't completely yet.

"Don't take too long, huh?" I tell him.

He smiles, warm and a bit charming and maybe he does understand. "Wouldn't dream of it."