A/N: based on the prompt: I think your dinner is burnt. Happy Valentine's Day Last Ship Fandom!
"Happy Valentine's Day." Kara said to Danny when he came home from his shift.
"Damn." Danny said as he kicked the front door closed behind him. Kara was standing before him in a deep forest green negligee with a short silk robe over the top that was hanging open in a suggestive manner. Her dark brunette hair was loose and draped to one shoulder. She was a sexual fantasy come to life and all his.
"Frankie is with Miller for the evening. So, it's just you and me. I made us dinner." Kara said. She traced her fingers from her collar bone to the top of her breast, Danny's eyes followed the movement as he wanted to trace it with his tongue.
"I see dessert right in front of me." Danny said as he dumped his bags by the door and kicked off his boots. Kara's smile broadened, she jumped at him. Danny caught her with ease, her legs wrapped around his hips as her arms went around his neck. They kissed and made their way upstairs.
Half an hour later,
"That was amazing." Danny said breathlessly, his heart was still pounding in his chest. He never grew tired of making love to Kara.
"Mhmm" Kara said, she curled at his side, sweaty and replete. A loud beeping came from downstairs, it took a moment for them both to realise it was the smoke alarm.
"I think you burnt dinner." Danny said in amusement.
"Oh my god, dinner!" Kara exclaimed as she bounced out of bed and raced downstairs to the kitchen. Danny laughed as she didn't even put on any clothes. He was sure the living room window curtains were open. The neighbours were gonna get an eyeful.
"The curtains are open. Shit!" Danny said, he jumped out of bed. "Kara!" He shouted as he pulled on his boxers and raced after her.