A/N: Sorry for the delay. I was out of town and didn't have time to write. Enjoy!

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Danny stared at his reflection in the mirror, evaluating his fourth outfit of the evening. Not bad, he finally decided. He'd settled on black slacks, a gray blazer, and a blue shirt that brought out his eyes, which, if he said so himself, was one of his best features. He'd rejected his usual dark suit, white dress shirt, and tie and decided to try the other end of the spectrum, opting for the blue dress shirt and jeans, but decided that was too casual. Steve might approve, but they were going to a fancy steak house, and Danny wanted to dress up a little. So, he swapped out the jeans for the black pants, but still felt too casual, so he added the blazer and finally decided that would do. Now, should he wear a tie or not? Steve would tease him mercilessly, but Danny still didn't feel fully dressed without one.

He was still debating when the bell rang. Danny checked the clock. Must be Steve, but it was unusual for the SEAL not to barge in without knocking. He must be trying to make a good impression. Danny's heart fluttered at the thought of Steve trying to impress him. Up until a couple of days ago, Danny thought the idea of Steve asking him out were about as likely as having a white Christmas on this pineapple-infested rock. But, the former had happened, and Christmas was still as hot and sunny as ever. Go figure.

Danny went to answer the door, tie still in hand. Steve stood on the porch, looking as nervous as Danny felt. Danny was pleased to note he had forgone his usual cargoes and tee with a shirt thrown, unbuttoned, haphazardly on top in favor of dress slacks and a shirt that brought out his eyes. The dark green shirt deepened the hazel, and Danny felt himself getting lost in those orbs. Screw his own eyes—Steve's eyes were definitely one of his best features, along with his muscled chest, and his tats, and his six-pack abs, and. . .Where was he again?

"You going to stare at me all night, or are we going to dinner?" Steve joked.

Danny shook himself out of his trance. "Sorry, it's just. . ." he faltered, trying to find the words to describe just how good Steve looked without sounding like a lovesick dope. "You clean up well, babe."

"So do you." Steve leaned in a pecked Danny on the lips. "Ready?" When Danny didn't respond, Steve smirked. "Something wrong?"

Danny was stunned. "You kissed me." It was their first kiss, and okay, it wasn't passionate or romantic or anything like that, but it was nice, familiar—and completely unexpected.

"Well, yeah," Steve said, like it was something he did every day—and boy, could Danny get used to that. "I didn't feel like waiting until the end of the date," Steve explained. "I wasn't out of line, was I? Sorry, I should have waited."

"No!" Danny surged forward and gave Steve a kiss of his own, harder, trying to tell the other man just how welcome the kiss was. He licked at Steve's lips, asking for entrance, but the SEAL pulled back. Danny's face fell. Looked like he was the one who was out of line.

"Not that I don't want to continue," Steve said, apparently sensing Danny's thoughts, "but we'll miss our reservation."

Danny was perfectly ready to say "screw the reservation" and jump Steve then and there, but he did want to go to Hy's. He'd only been there once—it was a little steep for a detective's salary, but Steve was worth the splurge, even when Danny didn't think he'd be the one Steve would share it with—but he remembered the steaks being melt-in-your-mouth tender. "I'm ready." He realized he was still holding the tie and went to shove it in his pocket, but Steve stopped him.

"Wear it. It looks good on you."

Steve was just full of surprises tonight. "What, you're willingly asking me to wear a tie?" He put a hand on Steve's forehead, pretending to check for fever. "Nope, you're not warm." He pointed a finger at Steve accusingly. "Who are you, and what have you done with the real Steve McGarrett?"

Steve laughed and grabbed Danny's pointing hand, twining there fingers together. "Maybe I just want everyone to know I have the best-looking, best-dressed date on the island."

Danny was unbelievably flattered. Sure, he knew he was good-looking, but he didn't hold a candle to the Greek god that was Steve. "Oh, no, I'll always be the waiter to your James Bond," he protested.

Steve turned serious. "Danny, I know you don't believe it, but you're gorgeous. You'll never be just a waiter to my James Bond. Maybe you don't see it, but I'm not the only one people are falling all over when we go out. Plenty of people would love to go home with you, too."

If Steve kept this up, Danny was just going to melt into a pile of goo at his feet. Either that, or kiss him senseless. Either way, they'd miss their reservation. "As long as we can agree you're gorgeous, too," Danny quipped. "Now, I believe you said something about a reservation?"

They took the Camaro, of course, and naturally, Steve drove, but for once Danny didn't mind. He rested his hand on Steve's thigh, pleased when the other man didn't pull away. He relished how good it felt, how natural, to have his hand there, feeling Steve's warmth seep through his pants. He could get used to this. Danny allowed himself to think of all this happening on a regular basis, the kisses, the hand-holding, all of it. Surely, this wasn't going to be a one-off, was it? Danny knew it wasn't. Apparently, Steve had been pining for him as much as he'd been pining for Steve. Who knew?

They reached the restaurant, and Steve took Danny's hand again as they went inside. "Reservation for two for McGarrett," Steve told the hostess.

"Right this way." She took two menus from the stack and led them to a table. Steve even went so far as to hold Danny's chair out for him before sitting himself.

"Aren't you being the gentleman," Danny said.

"You sound surprised," Steve said.

"Me?" Danny feigned shock. "Why would I be surprised that my Neanderthal partner with the social skills of, well, a Neanderthal actually has manners suitable for polite company."

"Ha, ha, very funny, Danno," Steve said, mirthlessly.

"Oh, I am, I'm hysterical," Danny said.

"Whatever. Just order."

They selected their steaks and wine and relaxed, chatting, while they waited for their food.

"How was your Christmas?" Steve asked.

"Good," Danny said. "Charlie loved his toys. He has a thing for fire trucks. Says he's going to grow up to be a fire man."

"Better than a cop," Steve teased. Danny scowled. "What about Grace?" Steve asked before Danny could go off on a rant.

"Eh, she's 15. All she wants is cash. I miss the days when all she wanted was Dolphin Trainer Barbie," Danny said wistfully.

Steve patted his hand sympathetically. "She'll get over it. And you'll always be her Danno."

"I hope so," Danny said mournfully. He shook off his momentary funk and changed the subject. "How was your Christmas."

"Lonely," Steve said, honestly. "I called Mary and chatted. That was nice."

"Did Joan like the doll house you sent?"

Steve lit up. "She loved it! That was a great idea, thanks, Danny!"

Danny smiled at Steve's pleasure. "No problem. Little girls I can do. It's teenagers that get me."

And they were back to that again. Steve searched for something else to talk about before Danny got maudlin again. "You're coming to my place for New Year's right?"

"I don't know. I don't have a date. Know anyone who might want to go with a short, mouthy, haole cop?" Danny teased.

"Oh, I might know someone," Steve teased back, "if you can stand unsocialized Neanderthals."

Danny grinned and twined his fingers with Steve's on the table. "I think I can manage. For one night, at least."

"Only one night?" Steve pushed.

Danny's grip tightened. "Or more. As many as he can stand, actually."

Steve squeezed back. "I think he can stand a lot."

Their food came then, and they ate companionably, talking about trivial topics. When they were finished, Steve checked his watch. "So, we can make the nine o'clock show of the movie, or we can just go back to my place. What do you want?"

Danny considered it. He did want to see the movie, but it would be playing a while, and they could go later. Getting Steve alone with no potential for interruption was tempting, very tempting, especially if Steve had more in mind than just watching TV, which Danny certainly hoped he did. On the other hand, if they went to the movie, they could make out like horny teenagers, and that had appeal. Danny hadn't let loose in public like that since, well, since he was a horny teenager. But, there were limits to what they could do in public, especially two high profile members of the governor's task force. At home. . .well, let's just say, they were only limited by their imaginations, and Danny had a very, very, very good imagination. That settled it. He grinned wickedly at Steve. "Let's go home."

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A/N: Next chapter will be another attempt at smut, very little plot. Be warned! :)