Kara and Danny
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"How was girls' night last night?" Danny asked as he exited the en suite, having finished his shower. He knelt by the rocking chair where Kara sat with Frankie to tickle the child's foot. He wiggled his eyebrows at Kara. "You were feistier than I expected this morning given the number of bottles on the kitchen counter."
Kara reached out, smoothing a lick of hair away from his face. "I didn't want to overdo it in case Frankie woke up and needed something. Plus, our resolution was to have lots of sex so..."
Danny rocked back on his heels. "Just to be clear, do you mean lots of sex with me or lots of sex with each other? Because I could deal with it either way but might need a little advance warning if you're planning an orgy. I wouldn't want Miller wandering over by accident."
Scoffing, Kara stood, lifting Frankie onto her hip. "Keep that up and I'll suggest that we revert to Sasha's original suggestion, which is that there would be no sex for the next year."
Moving lithely to his feet, Danny retrieved Frankie. "You know, I was thinking that someone might like some of that totally disgusting mushed stuff that Mommy calls food. How does blueberries mixed with peas sound, Frankie?"
"Dada! Dada!" Frankie cheered.
Over Frankie's head, their eyes met, and Kara felt her lips curve. Technically, Danny had been assigned to St. Louis since May but, with the chaos Peng caused in Japan, as well as ongoing virus outbreaks in Africa and South America and the humanitarian crisis in Europe, he hadn't been home for more than a week at a time. Now, however, he was assigned to recruitment and training and Mike assured Kara that this time, the position really would be St. Louis based. They were certainly starting the year off on a positive note, with Danny home for the last three weeks, even if he was stuck working last night. It was, Kara realized with some surprise, the first time since they met that one or both of them wasn't deployed.
The real start to their marriage.
"Now that I think about it," Kara said slowly, "lots of sex is kind of vague. Were you thinking ... once a month?"
"Hmmm," Danny leaned against the door, pretending that Frankie wasn't tugging at his ear. "We could aim a little higher. Twice a month?"
Kara pretended to be shocked. "That much? Well, I suppose we could try that. Or, maybe once a week? That would be a record for us."
Danny's eyebrows rose incredulously, and she could see him mentally calculating before realizing that, with everything that had happened since they met, they really were lucky to manage once a week. His eyes narrowed. "I say we go for broke. Once a day."
Laughing, Kara shrugged. "If you think you're up for it..."
"Oh, I am." He bounced Frankie, who was getting impatient. "So our new resolution is once a day for a year?"
"You want to shake hands?" Kara asked, her voice teasing.
"I trust you." Danny started to leave before pausing and turning back to Kara, lips twitching. "You wouldn't last a month, never mind a year."
Pulling her, well his but who was counting, t-shirt over her head, Kara dropped it on the floor, leaving her clad only in black panties. Then she glanced over her shoulder at Danny, confirming that his eyes were nowhere near his face. She paused, waiting for him to look up. "Maybe. But you wouldn't last a week."
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Thirty minutes later, Kara stepped into the kitchen to find Frankie covered in food as he stuffed bananas into his mouth. Danny was sipping coffee, reading something on his phone, but looked up as Kara came in. "Tex said that Andrea seemed a little worse for wear this morning."
"That woman can hold her liquor, but I'm not surprised to hear that it's catching up with her," Kara replied, pouring herself a cut of coffee before sitting down at the table. She shot Danny a considering look. "Remember what I said about last night and the goal to have lots of sex?"
Danny's eyebrows rose. "Now? Not that I'm complaining but what do you plan to do with the kid?"
Kara rolled her eyes. "As it happens, Mr. One-Track-Mind, I was thinking about Andrea. And Tex." She looked at him pointedly as she helped herself to some of the pancakes sitting in the middle of the table. Danny wasn't the world's best cook, but he did make excellent pancakes.
It took Danny an absurdly long time to catch on. His nose wrinkled in a way that Kara found surprisingly adorable. "You're going to suggest that we set Andrea up with Tex? I mean, I guess it's better than some stranger, but she and Mike have more in common..."
"No," Kara cut him off. "This is about sex. We discussed Mike, but that's a no-go. Andrea and Christine were friends." When Danny just sat, staring at her, Kara sighed. Alisha might have a point about Danny being a dumbass when it came to people. "Send Tex a message telling him that Andrea's goal for the year is to have no-strings sex. I'm sure he can figure it out from there."
"But..." Danny stopped, shrugging as he started texting. "If Andrea finds out about this, I'm blaming you."
Kara finished her pancake, feeling rather accomplished for eight-thirty in the morning on January 1st.
Sex. Check.
Family time. Check.
Andrea and Tex. Check.
Breakfast. Check.
She glanced at Danny, who was now cleaning up Frankie by sitting him up in the sink and turning on the faucet, considering whether she should attempt to do something for Alisha or Sasha, before deciding that they could wait another day. She did, after all, have another goal this year. One that she didn't plan to tell even Danny.
"You know, Frankie did get a new Curious George DVD for Christmas. That usually keeps him entertained for at least eighteen minutes." Danny's head shot up, studying her as though he expected a trick. Kara bit her lip on purpose. "What can I say? I've always been an overachiever."
Danny grinned. "Best New Year resolution ever."
Solidify marriage. Check.
