Between Lynn and Steve losing their baby, Melissa dumping him, his father's progressively worse illness, and Rachel unwilling to try with Danny again; the past few days, weeks, months – whatever, have been uncharacteristically shitty. School's let out, so Grace and Charlie are spending their summer with his parents because no one is sure if the Williams patriarch will be around for any future summers. It's a thought that sends a shiver through Danny's spine. He can't imagine the damage losing his father will wreak on his entire family; what it would do to his mother, his sisters, him. Losing his brother had almost killed his mother. Even though everyone joked that he was the pessimistic, negative Nancy of the bunch – he couldn't help, but worry that things with his blood family and his ohana were only getting worse. The morale of the people most important to him had never been lower. And Danny was not known for being the person to raise people's spirits with his cheery demeanor.
It brought him solace that Grace and Will were solid, Junior and Tani danced around their attraction – unwillingly to hurt one another or take the plunge, and Renee and Lou were well, Renee and Lou –steady and solid. Kame was good and growing richer by the day. Charlie was healthy, his babies were doing well, getting bigger in Rachel's belly every day.
His relationship with Rachel, however, had never been worse. It was like everything one of them did, pissed the other off. Nothing was working, and they weren't even trying to be together. Maybe this was his karma for being such an awful partner to Melissa for the past few years. And it was nights like these where he had no one to come home to, no one to hold as he fell asleep. Nights where he remembered all the bullshit between him and Rachel was just that, bullshit.
Like many times before this, he put his pride aside, and he went to her. He used his key to enter and chuckled to see her asleep on the couch with a tub of ice cream. She was barely pregnant, and he could already notice the changes the twins were having on her body. Everything about her was fuller, and that made her unexplainably sexier to him the few times he'd seen her now that Grace had a car and so drop-offs were less frequent.
Danny grabs the tub of ice cream and sets it beside him on the coffee table; it rustles Rachel out of her light sleep. Danny doesn't speak, he just stares into her eyes in a way that unnerves Rachel. She can't place the emotions he's communicating, she braces herself for the scolding she knows he's about to give for the ice cream, but he doesn't. She punches him playfully in the chest to make him react, and as soon as she connects, he's on her. He kisses her lightly, waiting for her to tell him, no, she doesn't, she won't. He takes her up to the bedroom, and she pushes him on the bed before she begins rummaging through her drawers and dashing to the bathroom. Danny's unsure what she's doing so he doesn't take any of his clothes off. For all, he knows she's got a gun and is ready to shoot him for all the bullshit he's put her through. He'd deserve it, too.
Rachel takes his breath away when she opens her bathroom door. He's staring at his phone until he notices her staring seductively at him from the bathroom door. She's changed from her frumpy t-shirt dress and fuzzy socks to a baby pink matching set, it's lace and has garters. Catherine had picked it out for her the day after she and Danny had conceived; Rachel had never thought she would wear it for him, things got too messy too quickly with Danny, but now she's jumping at the chance. She wishes she had his phone so she could remember this moment, it's rare Daniel Williams is speechless and rarer when it's because of a good thing.
"Daniel…" she doesn't even get a chance to quip the sexy little speech she had made up in the bathroom; he's up and kissing her passionately. She giggles against his lips once they've stopped for air, her hand palms the stubble on his face, his breath is minty fresh from the gum he had been chewing. He pulls her back to the bed and lays her down before undressing. He relishes the confused look she's giving him – she had expected to seduce him, but Danny had other plans. Once he's in his underwear, he's kissing her sexily one last time so she'll have something to remember as he lights candles in her room. Her eyes follow him like a hawk, every time she tries to speak he puts up a hand to shut her up. Apparently, Danny has a plan for her and their night that he isn't about to lay out to her in words, which frustrates her to no end. She powers down both their phones while he produces massage oil from her top drawer.
He turns back around and grabs one of her legs; he massages with the oil all the way up to the garter before painstakingly pulling it off. She sighs when he kisses her inner thigh all the way up to her center. Rachel doesn't want a massage, she wants Danny to fuck her, and here he is torturing her with a massage she doesn't need – there were spas for that. He goes for the other side, and she's ready to push her panties down herself, but he won't let her. Next, he's flipping her over and rubbing her back.
Rachel moans as he massages her lower back. The coolness of the oil and the warmth of his hands sends her senses wild, and the kisses he drops on her spine sends electricity throughout her body. Danny unhooks her bra, rubbing her back and up to her neck, sensual enough to turn her on, but not enough to get her wet. She huffs in frustration and rolls her closed eyes when she hears his amused chuckle at her irritation. This night is going too slow for Rachel, and an hour ago she hadn't even known it would even be 'going' in this direction. Danny rotates her around onto her back and pulls the bra off her, exposing her breasts. She's a little self-conscious of this angle, her stomach is pudgier because of the babies and the previous mummy tummy, and her boobs are starting to swell, but in a saggy way. If only she could see herself the way, Danny does.
In a move that she'll be thinking about for years to come, Danny moves to one side of the bed and drags her leg down and over to him. Her body easily follows Danny's swift movement, and she finds herself almost hanging off the side of her bed. She lifts up a little to see Danny kneeling on the floor, taking off her panties and looking at her devilishly. With a whoosh, her panties are off, and her legs are on Danny's shoulders as he scoots her down. She's on her forearms knowing where this is going and she laughs as she watches him lick his lips before he's finding her clit.
Usually, Danny makes it his mission to give her the most pleasure in the quickest amount of time, but it appears he is trying to kill her this evening. He's finger fucking her, blowing on her clit, watching her come, and she's trying not to rip his head off. All of her synapses are firing, and she's bucking, up and down, trying to run away from the sensory overload. She wants to send a card and floral arrangement to whoever taught Danny how to eat pussy because that woman did Rachel a favor she'd never be able to repay. He has to hold her hands down or else he'll end up with a concussion measuring the blows she's been aiming at his head as he gives her what she needs.
If she weren't already pregnant by Danny, tonight they would be making babies. Rachel wonders if the sex was a part of the reason why she could never get enough of Danny. When she's on her tenth threat of bodily harm he knows it's time for them to make love.
They go round for round, for a few hours; it's a lot more activity than either of them are used to in their early forties. They haven't had this much sex since before Grace, and it feels like old times. When Danny looks up to see the time it's three am and he's sure he's gonna be sore tomorrow. There was something about Rachel and pregnancy that made her so much more attractive to him and her much hornier – a combination that made everything better in his eyes.
"Danny?" She says breathily in her post-coital haze. He grabs the hand she had splayed across his chest and plays with her fingers before he answers.
"Yes, babe?" He says and then kisses her knuckles. Just like everything about her, it's soft and dainty. He chuckles at the old adage that his hands looked calloused and bruised so that her hands can be perfect and manicured because in this instance it's true.
"Can I tell you a secret?" Danny isn't sure he wants to know. What if it's a secret that pisses him off? But, he finds himself nodding and scooching over so he can get a better look at her as she tells him.
"When you asked if the kids could go to Jersey, I was hesitant. Not because I didn't want them to go, you know how much I love your father, but because I thought I wanted to take them back to England." She can feel Danny tense up, so she kisses his jaw before grabbing his face and kissing him, but he's not having it.
"Let me finish, Danny. Before the babies, I felt like I needed to be away from you for a while. I thought it would be good for my me to go back to England and the kids could spend time with my mum and dad while I focused on getting over you. Grace wasn't talking to me, I only have a few friends on the island, and everything here reminds me of how I've failed at life. But then I got pregnant, and I don't know, but these babies feel like a chance to make things right. So when you suggested taking a part of the summer off to take the kids to Jersey, I selfishly suggested they stay the entire summer." He doesn't understand the implications of her words. And he'd been surprised when she suggested that they send Grace and Charlie to Clara's the second they got out of school for the entire summer, but he thought she had done it to avoid a fight. He waits for her to explain herself more before he reacts.
"I wanted the kids gone so I could think clearly, Danny. I wanted to give us a chance without the pressure of the kids. It's easy to overlook things for the sake of wanting your family together. So, I wanted our beautiful children, who I love more than anything in this world, to leave us for nine weeks so that we could see if we could try again. I swore to myself that by the time those kids come back to Hawaii if we weren't working, I would swear off of you."
"Swear off me?" He's a little entertained by her choice of words.
"Yes. You're a drug to me. I love you more than you can understand. I love you in a way that doesn't make any sense." He can't believe she's saying this out loud; she never shares her feelings – especially completely sober.
"Rachel, I can't think of anything I love more than you. Our children, sure, but they remind me of you; they're products of my love for you." He sees her eyes well up, and he wonders if they've dived into the feelings category too deeply too soon.
"No, Danny, I love you more." And before they know it, they're arguing back and forth about who loves each other. Rachel wins when she grabs him unexpectedly and gives him a bedtime blowjob that's lazy, but gets the job done.
"Tomorrow, I'll show you how much I really love you." They both laugh as they kiss and cuddle. Danny groans when Rachel makes him blow out the candles surrounding the bed, but she makes up for it by pushing her ass into him as he wraps himself around her so that they can sleep.
