A/N – by request of Guest. A tiny morsel to tide you over. Enjoy.

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Inventory

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"Seven-five." Danny said, setting the last M16A4 assault rifle back in place.

Kara made a check next to her official list. "All accounted for."

"Ka-bars, next?" Danny murmured, arms coming up to grasp the table on either side of her, so close that she could feel the heat radiating off of him. It was a curious thing, really, how Danny could stay so warm while spending days in temperatures that rarely rose above freezing. I run naturally hot, he explained when she asked, ignoring Alisha's mocking snort, sucks in the dessert but actually works out pretty well up here.

"We should…" But whatever she was able to say was lost as he pressed a butterfly light kiss against the spot just below her right ear. She melted against him, his body all hard planes and rippling muscles against her curves. "Cameras."

"Uh-huh." One hand moved from the table to her waist, his lips moving against her neck. "Except you're conveniently standing in a blind spot."

Kara's lips curved. Of course he noticed. Not that she planned this, not exactly. It was just that three hours was a long time to be alone together without doing anything, especially when they had been at sea for four months and she had been fighting the urge to say to hell with the frat rules for roughly three-months-and-twenty-nine days of that time – or, basically, since the first time she bumped into Danny in the pathway, looking even better in his BDUs than he did in the jeans and washed out t-shirt he was wearing when Cruz introduced them – and if there were any rules broken, Kara definitely didn't want it caught on camera. She had worked too hard to get where she was to have her career ruined over an indiscretion.

"There should be some reward for doing inventory," she tried to quip, but the words came out more as a groan when Danny's hand slid higher, brushing against the underside of her breast. She wiggled against him, grinning when he stiffened, his body reacting in an entirely predictable manner. Two could play that game.

But it only took him a minute to regain his control, spinning her around to face him, arms on either side of her, pinning her against the table, a challenging glint in his eyes. "As I recall, the XO put you in charge of the inventory check schedule. So, really, it's your fault that we're here at all."

It was true. She had been in charge of figuring out who would get the absolutely mind-numbing task of counting all of the equipment in the armory to make certain that nothing went missing. Not only was it one of the least-desirable assignments on the ship, but it was one that was commonly delegated to either the lowest officers on board or those who were on the assigning officer's shit-list. But as much as Kara would have loved to force Wright to deal with the monotony of counting each round of ammunition, it wasn't her style. Besides, the chance to spend hours of time with Danny without raising any questions was far more enticing.

"Are you complaining?" She demanded, hands slipping around his waist to pull him closer. His eyes darkened as their lower bodies slid against each other.

Danny dropped his head slowly, not stopping until their lips were mere millimeters apart, so close that she could feel him smiling as he answered. "Not at all."

Then he closed the gap, and every logical thought disappeared in the overwhelming sensation of his lips pressing against hers, his arms moving from the table to encircle her while he rocked against her, unapologetically demanding a reaction from her, and Kara knew that they were both feeling the same desperate longing. Only two more weeks, Kara tried to remind herself, but it did nothing to quash her raging desire, suppressed for so long that a mere touch was enough to turn it into a burning inferno.

Crash.

There was barely time to separate – certainly not time to collect her thoughts – before Doctor Scott was in Danny's face, waving a sheet of paper. "Lieutenant Green, I demand to know why I am being kept off the ice!"

The Ice Queen. That's what Berchem and Smith called the woman until Danny threatened to write them both up for insubordination. While Kara appreciated his position – allowing his men to mock the person they were supposed to be protecting reflected badly on the team and Danny's leadership – there was no denying that Doctor Scott was lacking a few social skills, not bothering to so much as greet the crew when she ran into them (which was admittedly not often, as the only time Doctors Scott and Tophet left their laboratory was when they were heading to the ice, electing to have their meals delivered). The woman was all business all of the time – almost as though the weight of the world were on her shoulders.

"Commander Slattery's orders, ma'am," Danny replied, his voice almost a growl, and Kara's face flamed when she noticed, with no little embarrassment, that he was trying to discreetly shield his lower body. Thankfully Doctor Scott didn't seem interested in any part of either Danny or Kara's anatomy. Of course, as far as Kara could tell, Doctor Scott wasn't even aware of her presence. She certainly hadn't acknowledged her in any way. "Nobody off the ship until this weather pattern passes."

Doctor Scott thumped the papers she was holding onto the table, causing the ammo to rattle. "This is completely unacceptable! I'm going to talk to the Captain immediately."

Both Danny and Kara stared at the woman as she swept out of the cabin, slamming the door behind her with another crash.

"Do you think she'll say anything?" Kara asked uncertainly.

Danny paused, no doubt replaying the scene in his head. "Doubtful. The woman still gets me and Frankie mixed up. If it doesn't relate to her birds, she doesn't notice or care."

The idea of anyone confusing Frankie and Danny drew a smile, although it quickly faded. Doctor Scott might be lacking in the social graces, but her eyes were far too focused for Kara to dismiss her as an absent-minded professor.

"What if she does?" When Kara glanced at Danny, she noticed that his gaze was fixed on her lips and realized that she was nibbling on them, a nervous habit that Danny apparently found irresistible. Or, at least, so he claimed one day when he tracked her down after a tense meeting with more than conversation in mind.

In an instant, Kara was back against the table, Danny's arms wrapped around her. "If we're going to get written up anyway, might as well make it worth it."