#for a twenty minute back and forth rant with charlie

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more random celebrity au posts. jack will start an instagram livestream if he's feeling bored no matter what he's up to. there are accounts dedicated to recording these livestreams because the people willing to watch all of the footage get to see unfiltered jack who is very very different from on camera putting on a show jack, and that's how everyone knows that he thought unironically until he was twenty-seven years old that robins had x-ray vision to see the worms underground and also that he's a socialist with some particularly radical ideas about big business

#jack pausing in his breakdown about birds not being able to see through dirt #for a twenty minute back and forth rant with charlie #about the medical field being an industry and not a service revealing an in depth knowledge of price gauging #and the way corporate profit margins disproportionately affect the poor #only to be like yeah anyway. get those birds xray vision. also i have to shit. ending the live

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Something Blue - Bound To Be Together Alternate Ending

McDanno, E, A03.  53k in total; 7k this chapter - Something Blue

Author’s note:  Towards the end of season 9 I spent a lot of time thinking about how I might fix or otherwise explain whatever craziness canon was going to give us in the last episode. This story came about as an explanation for a possible Steve and Cath wedding.

It’s sort of an AU alternate ending to the coda series in Bound To Be Together, but can also be read as a stand-alone story. Warning for angst and handwringing, but all in the service of a happy ending.

Thanks to all of you who read and enjoyed this fic, and ranted with me about Season 9.  Writing this and getting to know so many other H50 fans has been a wonderful experience.

Summary: Steve and Catherine get married on a typically beautiful day, filled with all the joy such an occasion should bring. Danny doesn’t feel at all joyful about it, however.  He feels miserable.  Danny agreed to this, but it doesn’t make it any easier.

Something Blue

The Kahala resort is undeniably beautiful.  Danny enjoyed it a lot more, however, back when he was watching Grace swim with the dolphins.  Standing up as Steve’s best man as Steve marries Catherine really isn’t any fun at all.

After the ceremony, Danny wanders off to the side, champagne glass in hand.  The happy couple has chosen to bypass many of the classic wedding traditions, so fortunately Danny doesn’t have to give a formal toast, or sit through a first dance, or really do anything at all except stand around and keep a smile pasted on his face.

Danny declines a glass of champagne from a festively dressed server.  He feels vaguely ill, overheated in his rented tux.  Adding alcohol to the mix doesn’t seem like a good idea.  Even the smell of the passed hors d'oeuvres is making him queasy.  

He chats mindlessly with a guest who comes by and gushes about how beautiful the bride is, and how she had no idea Steve was even engaged.  Danny doesn’t know her name – someone who works with Noelani, he thinks – but he can’t get up the energy to care.  Eventually the guest moves away, and Danny risks a quick glance at his watch.

“Thinking of leaving already, boss?” Tani asks softly, coming to stand next to him.  She looks lovely in her gown, a dark green which contrasts beautifully with her hair. “You okay?”

Danny struggles to focus on her words, and find some kind of appropriately convincing response, but he doesn’t come up with much. “Sure, I’m fine.”

Tani tilts her head at him.  No point in feigning cheer with her, her bullshit meter is way too fine-tuned for that.

“I did not see this coming.”  Tani slides in front of him, narrowing her eyes.  “I’m guessing you didn’t either?”

 Danny looks away.  “Steve was gonna ask her to marry him, a few years ago.  She told him later she would have said yes.”  He shrugs.  “Guess it was just a matter of time.”

 “Yeah, but-”

 “Just don’t, okay?”  Danny can’t argue about this right now.  Not with the DJ playing dance tunes and Catherine wearing a freakin’ full-on lace wedding dress and Steve’s ring on her finger.

 “Sorry,” Tani says.  “Really.”  She puts a hand on his shoulder, squeezing briefly, her eyes searching his.  “Wanna dance?”

 Danny sees Grace coming towards them, looking ridiculously grown up and beautiful, but with the same look of concern on her face as Tani has on hers.  Rude or not, he’s got to get out of here.  He can’t face his little girl right now.

 “Tani, do me a favor – dance with Grace instead.”

 Tani nods, and turns to intercept his daughter. Danny strides away, across the courtyard and through the hotel.  He almost manages to get away clean, but he’s outside waiting for an Uber when he hears his name being called.

 “Daniel?  Can we talk for a minute?”

 It’s Rachel, of course.  Danny wonders how many people saw her running after him as he made his escape.  How many believed he and Rachel were an item again, when they arrived together, Grace and Charlie in tow.  

 “I’m not feeling well, Rach.  I’ll call you tomorrow.”

 She gives him a pained look.  “I know this is hard for you, but it is what we all agreed on.” Her accent gets stronger when she’s upset, and from the sound of it, she hasn’t enjoyed the afternoon’s charade much either.  “Are you having second thoughts?”

 Danny huffs out a bitter laugh.  “Like you said, I agreed to this.  Guess the joke’s on me.”

 *****

 Danny kicks his feet up on top of his carry-on and leans back in the uncomfortable plastic seat.  It’s late, and LAX is quiet.  He’s got almost three more hours before he needs to get in line to board his connecting flight to Boston.  

 He parted ways with Rachel earlier, after he walked her to her gate.  She’s got a lot more flight time ahead of her, on her way to London for few weeks of vacation.  The kids are joining her but traveling separately, all to enhance the optics of Rachel and Danny going off together for a long-awaited tryst.

 Danny has just managed to doze off when his carry-on is yanked out from under his feet.  He jumps up, instantly awake and ready to dash after the culprit, and sees Steve, carry-on bag in hand.

 “You’re just asking for that to get stolen,” Steve says.  His face seems to be undecided as to whether it wants to smile or apologize.  There’s been a lot of that lately.

 Danny has half a mind to slug his partner, but instead he finds himself moving in close.  Steve’s arms come around him, folding him in tight, and Danny practically goes weak in the knees.  God, he’s a sucker.  But it feels like it’s been ages since he’s been here, since he and Steve last touched with any motive other than keeping up platonic appearances.

 It’s been almost a week since Steve got married.

 They finally board their flight.  They’re not seated together, of course, that would have been too easy.  Steve has managed to snag himself an aisle seat, and Danny’s got a window, several rows behind him and on the other side of the plane.  Once Danny sits down, he can’t see Steve anymore, although he hears his voice as he politely helps another passenger hoist their bag up into the overhead compartment.

 The kid next to Danny is restless, moving back and forth, constantly leaning down to rummage through the backpack he’s shoved under the seat in front of him.  He seems to be traveling alone, busy on his phone, not making conversation with the woman seated on the aisle on his other side.  Danny makes him out to be in his twenties.  He’s got his music turned up loud enough that Danny can hear it through his earbuds, which is supremely annoying.

 Danny tries to sleep, wishing that the idiot next to him would settle down.  Finally the boy gets up to stretch his legs or storm the cockpit and Danny slides into a doze.

 He rouses to the feel of something warm being laid over him and squints open an eye.  Steve is in the seat next to him, and Steve’s sweatshirt is draped over Danny’s torso.

 “You looked cold.”  Steve’s face is blank, which generally means he’s concerned, and trying not to show it.  

 Danny lifts the arm between the seats out of the way and shifts, leaning his head on Steve’s shoulder.  It’s a lot more comfortable than the cold plastic of the airplane window.  He wonders briefly how Steve got the kid to switch seats with him, then realizes Steve traded his aisle seat for a squished middle one.  Next to Danny.

 “Thanks.”

 “You’re welcome,” Steve says softly.  

 They’re both beyond tired by the time they land in Boston.  They make their way to the baggage claim in silence, taking turns watching for their bags and using the restroom.  Danny avoids the mirror, not wanting to look too closely at the bags under his eyes. It makes him feel a little better that Steve looks beat too.

 They hadn’t bothered reserving a rental car, or making any hotel arrangements.  This wasn’t the carefully planned, eagerly anticipated trip that Danny once imagined they’d take together.  

 Steve is standing with their bags when Danny gets out of the bathroom, and they lug them on to a shuttle bus that goes to the airport Hilton.  Fortunately there are rooms available.  Danny wants to make a joke about how many beds they need, he thinks there’s a rom-com moment in there somewhere, but he’s just too tired.

 Their room is sterile and entirely uninteresting but it’s got a bed and that’s all Danny cares about.  Steve mutters something about showering but Danny just strips down to his boxers and passes out.

 Sometime not much later he wakes up and sees Steve sitting on the edge of the other bed, looking lost, and his heart breaks a little. “Hey, come here.”  Danny holds up the edge of the sheet, and Steve lurches over, scrambling under the covers as if he’s worried that if he doesn’t move quickly enough Danny will change his mind.

 Steve’s warm and damp from his shower, and his hair smells like shampoo.  Danny bundles him close and falls asleep with Steve’s arm heavy over his chest, his knees pressed up against Danny’s thigh.  It’s the most comfortable Danny’s been in weeks.

 Danny’s sense of time is all messed up, but they manage to sleep and doze and sleep again until it’s more or less morning. Danny showers and shaves and then goes downstairs to see what the rental car options are while Steve takes his turn in the bathroom.  

 Finally, after another shuttle bus and a relatively short wait at the rental car counter, they’re in their car and on their way. Steve insists on getting a Jeep. “There are mountains in New Hampshire, Danny,” he explains.  Danny thinks that Steve has never been to Colorado, where he might actually see some real mountains, but that’s a trip for another day.

 They drive sluggishly through Boston rush hour traffic, which doesn’t let up for over an hour.  Steve mutters in annoyance the whole time, and Danny wants to pat himself on the back for not saying “I told you so” about how the Honolulu traffic everyone complains about back home is nothing compared to East Coast traffic.

 Danny can see the U.S.S. Constitution and the Bunker Hill Monument as they crawl along Route 93.  He thinks that Steve would enjoy touring the city, checking out the Navy Yard and the museum, if they were here for that.  Steve’s never been here before.  It’s one of the reasons they picked New England for this – the landscape bears little resemblance to anywhere they’ve been together.  No beaches and lush tropical greens, no desert, no Montana plains.  Someplace new.

 By the time they cross over into New Hampshire, Danny’s stomach is growling.  They pull off the highway and find a diner, where they order giant plates of eggs and pancakes.  It’s not nearly as good as what they usually get at their favorite Honolulu breakfast place. And there’s no coconut syrup.

 They’re about to pay the bill when Steve gets a look on his face (it’s what Danny once called the constipated face, but he’s since decided that’s too kind).  “I know things have been rough lately-”

 “Not now.”  Danny cuts him off.

 Steve looks momentarily startled, then nods. “Okay.”  And who says Steve hasn’t learned anything over the years?  At least he’s figured out that prompting Danny into yelling – or crying, he’s not sure which is more likely – in the middle of a sticky diner in Londonderry isn’t the best idea.

 They turn the radio on when they get back in the car, and Danny fiddles with the dial, trying to find something entertaining enough but mostly devoid of meaning.  It’s hard to avoid love songs, though, or breakup songs.  Luckily there aren’t many “you married your ex-girlfriend and pretended we didn’t exist in front of all our friends and family” songs in the top 40 these days.

 When they get close to the town where they’ve reserved an airbnb they stop at a grocery store.  Danny doesn’t tease Steve when he fills the cart with enough steak and hamburger to feed the team for a week, just makes sure they buy charcoal, too. And ice cream.  The mood he’s in, he needs lots of ice cream.

 They drive down a long, narrow dirt road to get to the house.  The place isn’t much to look at from the back, but when they go inside there are windows stretching up two stories with a stunning view of a sparkling lake.  The first floor has a kitchen open to a living room with two comfortable couches and a dark leather armchair, and a dining table off to the side.  Upstairs is a landing that looks out over the living room, and past that are two bedrooms and a bathroom.  Nothing fancy to take away from the beauty of what’s outside, but all very welcoming in woodsy shades of green and brown.

 Danny opens the sliding doors to the deck, taking in the promised grill (which is, of course, gas, no need to have bought all that charcoal).  He imagines coming out here early in the morning, drinking his coffee while the sun comes up over the lake.

 There’s a small yard with a canoe pulled up out of the water.  An aluminum dock stretches out away from the shore, with a speedboat tied securely to the side.  Nice toys.

 Steve hadn’t let him see any of the rental details, including the price.  Said it was his treat.  Danny had wondered if it was unfair, at the time, but he no longer has a problem with it. It’s a little petty, but Danny hopes it’s even more expensive than he guessed.

 He goes back inside to help unpack the groceries, and sees Steve with his cell phone to his ear.  “It’s Cath,” Steve explains.  Danny wants to snatch Steve’s phone and hurl it across the room, but he refrains.  Who knows, maybe Steve and Cath are having a critical conversation about their new wedding china.

 Needing to put a little space between himself and whatever is so important that Steve still needs to be talking to Catherine, Danny goes out onto the deck again, and then down to the yard.  He walks to the end of the dock and sits down, taking off his shoes so he can put his feet in the water.

 The lake is cold and dark.  Nothing like the warm, clear turquoise of the Hawaiian ocean. Danny takes a deep breath of the pine-scented air, and, remarkably, misses the salt smell of Steve’s beach. It figures that he’d get attached to that damn place.

 At least Catherine hadn’t insisted on getting married at Steve’s house.  Danny didn’t think he would have been able to go through with it, if she had.  And despite his current state of misery, he knows there were good reasons to go through with it.  

 When Catherine called a few weeks ago with a lead on one of the world’s most wanted terrorists, Danny was more than willing to help her out.  But then she revealed that she wouldn’t be able to get close to this guy unless she had the status of a married woman – and that being married to a particular former Navy SEAL would entice their target into thinking he could get something truly valuable from Cath.   Danny had thought for sure that Steve would refuse.

 Obviously, he didn’t.

 To be fair, Catherine didn’t know – still doesn’t know – the true nature of Steve and Danny’s relationship.  And although Danny is pretty sure that Five-0 suspects, he and Steve have never come out and told them, so they thought that the team would buy it.

 And they did, as far as he can tell.  It hurts, frankly, how easily they bought it. Despite everything their friends have seen between him and Steve, when Catherine showed up, everyone accepted that she was Steve’s soulmate, some magical creature who could waltz back into his life and be automatically adored.  Sure, the wedding was put together quickly, but hey, look at those lovebirds finally getting their act together, how wonderful for them, let’s all help throw them a party to celebrate…

 It makes Danny ache.

 Only Rachel was let in on the secret, so she could help with their cover.  It made sense - he and Rachel have been getting along well lately.  Even Steve worried that they might get back together. So in the week before the wedding they played up the Rachel and Danny angle, Danny dropping her name into conversation more frequently and making sure everyone heard about a successful romantic dinner at Rachel’s favorite Honolulu hot spot.  

 Danny drew the line at a double date with Steve and Catherine, however.  He had to retain some measure of dignity.

 The pièce de résistance was Steve and Danny scheduling their honeymoon and vacation with their respective significant others at the same time, to give the rest of Five-0 a chance to really take charge of the team, fly without a net, etc. etc.  Danny owes Steve $50 for that one, he’s still not sure how Steve got Tani to think it was her idea.  

 In theory, in the time that they are away, Cath will accomplish her mission, and the farce can be revealed.  No harm no foul, life goes on.

 Except Danny feels so goddamn awful, he’s forced to rethink the whole “no foul” business.

 Danny pulls himself out of his thoughts as the dock vibrates with Steve’s footsteps.

 “Mind if I join you?”  Steve speaks in the same half-casual, half-tentative tone he’s been using for the past week or so.    

 “Sure.”

 Steve sits down next to him, dangling his bare feet in the cool water next to Danny’s.  Danny wonders how things would be different if this were another kind of trip - if Steve would be splashing him, poking him, shoving him off the dock. Following him in with a sleek dive, or a raucous cannonball.  Wrapping his arms around Danny in the water, dunking him under and kissing him senseless when he came up.

 “I really am sorry,” Steve says.  Some kind of bird hoots in the distance, as if for punctuation.

 “Don’t apologize,” Danny responds.  He’s been over and over this in his head, and it’s not Steve’s fault.  “I agreed to it.”

 “But I’m still sorry.  I hurt you.  You can’t tell me I didn’t hurt you.”

 There it is, then.  The truth of it.

 “Yeah,” Danny says softly.  “You did.”  He leans his head on his hands, elbows on his knees.  “Or, really, the situation hurt.  It wasn’t you.”

 “That’s bullshit.  Situations don’t just happen.”

 “That’s remarkably perceptive of you,” Danny snaps, more sharply than he intended.  He lets out a long breath, picking up his head to stare out over the lake.  There’s a tiny island not too far away, trees sticking up haphazardly all over it, like Steve’s hair first thing in the morning.

 “I should never have said yes to it,” Steve continues.

 “<i>We</i> should never have said yes to it.  But we did, and here we are.”

 “And here we are,” Steve repeats quietly.  

 More long minutes go by.  The goose or whatever it is hoots some more.  Danny flicks a gnat away from his face, wishes he was wearing his sunglasses.  

 “I’ve gotta ask you something, Danny.”

 “Yeah?”

 “Do you want to fix this?”

 The question takes him by surprise.  “What?”

 Steve looks at him sadly.  “Did we screw it up too much, or do you want to try to fix it?”

 Danny hears roaring in his ears.  “Did I not just fly halfway across the planet on some lame-ass excuse just to do that very thing?  What do you think we’re doing here?  What the hell is wrong with you?”

 “Then why won’t you talk to me?”

 Danny draws in a breath to yell some more, only no words come out.  He shakes his head.  “This is the weirdest conversation.”

 Steve nods.  “Kind of a role reversal, I get it.  But Danny, to be clear, I do want to fix it.  Us.  Just so you know.”

 Despite the fact that this should be obvious, it’s still good to hear.  Danny feels himself relax a little bit more.  “I figured as much, with all the eyelash fluttering.”

 Steve snorts.  “I do not flutter my eyelashes.”

 “You totally do.”  

 Steve scoots a little closer to Danny, leans up against him and rests his head on his shoulder.  Danny leans into him in response.  He can’t help it, no matter how upset he is, his body wants to be close to Steve.

 “Listen,” Steve says calmly.  “I’m going to go back up to the house grill some steaks, put some beer on ice.  We’re going to have a nice meal, watch some tv, and crash early.  Sound good?”

 Danny nods.  “Yeah.”

 “But tomorrow, we’re putting on our big boy pants and facing the music.  No more moping.  Deal?”

 Danny wants to be annoyed – feelings don’t work that way – but it’s actually a relief to think there’s an end to this misery. Maybe super-SEAL Steve can just make it so.  “Yeah. Deal.”

 Danny plays around with the television while Steve grills, and puts on a documentary about the making of Game of Thrones. They eat sitting on the couches, beers on the coffee table, and argue about whether or not the writers treated Dany the way she deserved, and whether Bran could be a good ruler.  Their banter almost feels normal.

 After dinner they half-heartedly watch a few episodes of a cooking show, and then Danny cleans up while Steve goes upstairs with their luggage.  Steve’s coming out of the shower by the time Danny goes upstairs, and he goes in to take his turn.  The bathroom has a skylight in its slanted ceiling, but it’s dark now, and there’s nothing to see.  

 Steve’s in bed when Danny comes out, sitting up with his tablet on his lap.  The bed is a queen, with a green and brown patchwork kind of quilt that Steve has pushed back.  Steve’s wearing sweat pants and a worn Navy t-shirt, and looks about as non-threatening as a six foot tall guy in your bed can be.

 Steve has unpacked their things into neat little piles in the drawers, and Danny quickly changes into his own sleep pants and t-shirt, trying not to feel self-conscious as he drops his towel and pulls on his clothes.  It’s ridiculous, given how many times he’s been proudly naked in front of this man, but things feel different now.

 There’s a rift between them, and Danny can’t seem to shake it.  He thinks back to Steve’s question on the dock - <i>do you want to fix this?</i>   Of course he does.  He doesn’t understand what his problem is.

 Steve reaches towards the light on the night table. “Do you want to go to sleep?  Or read for a  while?”

 “Nah, I’m tired.”

 Steve nods and turns off the light as Danny climbs into bed.  It’s hard lying there without touching Steve, but Danny leaves a little strip of space anyway.  Steve moves, and without conscious thought, Danny flinches.

 There’s a long, awkward moment.

 “I’m not going to do anything you don’t wanna do, Danny.  But you acting like I might… it kinda stings.”

 And doesn’t that pack a punch.  “Fuck, Steve, I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to, I’m just…”  He doesn’t even know what to say, so he moves in close to Steve and wraps his arms around him.  

 “I miss you,” Danny says, his face pressed against Steve’s neck, “and I’m mad at you, and I want you, and at the same time I feel sick about the whole thing.  I don’t know what’s wrong with me.  I don’t know what to do.”

 “I love you, Danny,” Steve says softly. “But I can’t make you forgive me if you don’t want to.”

 “You think I don’t want to?”

 Steve shrugs.  “What do I know?  It seems like it.”

 “I’ll figure it out, Steve.  I promise.”  Danny lifts himself up on an elbow.  He can’t really see Steve’s face, but he cups his cheek, and leans in for a kiss. Steve returns the kiss quickly, letting out a little sound of surprise.

 They exchange gentle kisses for a few minutes, Steve lightly holding the back of Danny’s neck, then Danny pulls away and settles in his usual spot on Steve’s chest, cheek against the soft fabric of his t-shirt.  Steve breathes heavily for a moment, rubbing circles on Danny’s back, and then presses a kiss to his hair.

 “We’re gonna be okay, Danno,” Steve says, more confidence in his voice than Danny has heard in a while.  “We’ll both figure it out.  It’s gonna be okay.”

 *****

Danny is awakened in the morning by the sound of his vibrating phone sliding off the night table and hitting the hardwood floor. He scrambles to reach it and hits answer when he sees that it’s Grace calling.

 “Danno, you lied to me.”

 Danny flops over on his back, glancing at the clock. Seven a.m., which means it’s noon in London.  He wonders if Grace thought she was being considerate by waiting until seven to call him.

 “Grace, it’s awfully early for this.”

 “I think it’s kind of late, actually.”

 Steve has clued into what’s happening by now, and has slid his head over right next to Danny’s so he can hear both sides of the conversation.

 “What exactly are you mad about?”  Danny doesn’t want to give away more than he needs to – maybe Grace is just peeved that Danny isn’t in London with them.

 “The wedding, obviously.  How could you not tell me what’s really going on?”

 Danny sighs.  “Because as mature and grown-up as you are, you actually aren’t eligible to be read into this op.”

 “You can tell me.  You told Mom.”

 “I had to, monkey.  How did you find out, anyway?  Your mom’s a pretty decent liar, I thought she’d be able to stick to the story for at least a few more days.”

 Steve snorts next to him, apparently in agreement about Rachel’s skills at deception.

 “It was you, you gave it away.”

 “I did not.  I never said a thing.”

 “Your face did,” Grace retorts.  “You were so fake and annoying before the wedding, and during the ceremony you looked like you were going to hurl.  You had me worried for Uncle Steve.”

 “For Steve?”

 “Yeah, I figured maybe he got cancer from the radiation, and he had to marry Catherine for the insurance, but Mom says that’s not it.”

 Steve is shaking behind him, muffling his laughter into Danny’s shoulder.  Danny swats him with his free hand and tries to focus on Grace.

 “Your mother is right, Steve is fine, he thankfully does not have cancer or any other similar illness of which I am aware.  And why would he need insurance from Catherine?”

 “I don’t know, it’s a thing people get married for, how should I know?  Mom always said your insurance was crappy, that’s why she tried to keep Charlie on Stan’s.”

 The conversation is veering into territory Danny has no intention of exploring.  “For the record, my health insurance is just fine, and so is Steve’s.” He takes a deep breath.  “Grace, I really can’t discuss this right now.  But Steve and I are fine.  Hopefully I can tell you more in a few weeks, okay?”

 “That’s not fair.”

 “Can I talk to her?”  Steve asks under his breath, pointing to the phone.  Danny nods and hands it over.

 “Grace?  It’s Steve.” Steve rolls over and sits up on the edge of the bed, then gets up and walks out of the room with the phone. Danny is tempted to follow him, but then he decides he’ll just let Steve work his magic.  Grace is much more likely to be satisfied with whatever Steve tells her.  He tries not to take it too personally.

 A few minutes later Steve returns and hands Danny the phone.  He says a quick goodbye to Grace, who apparently needs to get ready to go out for lunch with her grandparents anyway, and hangs up.

 “What did you say to her?”

 Steve sits down on the edge of the bed, looking intently at Danny.  “I told her that I love her and Charlie, and you, very much, and I would never do anything to hurt any of you.  That you are the most important person in my life, and that nothing was happening that you and I didn’t plan together.   I asked her if she could trust me on that, and wait to hear the rest of it for a few more weeks, and she said yes.”

 Danny takes a moment to absorb this.  “You told her that I was the most important person in your life?”

 “Yes, I did.”

 “Come here.”  Danny pulls Steve against him, hugging him tight, and Steve squeezes him right back.  “I love you, you know that, right?”

 Steve nods against his shoulder.

 “I do, Steve.  I love you like crazy.”

 They stay that way for a few minutes, and then Steve pulls away.  “Okay if I go for a swim?”

 Danny scans Steve’s face, but he can’t find any reason to say no, despite the fact that he’d rather keep Steve close. “Sure.”

 While Steve’s gone Danny takes a quick shower, pulls on jeans and a sweatshirt, and heads downstairs to make coffee.  There’s a thin layer of fog over the water, and he can’t see Steve.  It’s not as if Steve can’t take care of himself in a lake that doesn’t even have any sharks in it, but he’ll feel better when he’s back.

 Danny takes two cups of coffee and a towel out to the deck and sits at the table, letting his thoughts wander.  He breathes easier when he spots Steve heading back towards the dock, his powerful strokes making ripples as he goes.

 Watching Steve pull himself up on to the dock and walk towards the shore, water streaming down his body, is a view Danny will never get tired of.

 Coming up on to the deck, Steve takes the towel from Danny with a grateful nod.   After Steve dries himself off (also a great show) they sit together in silence for a little while, sipping their coffee.

 “You know what I’m in the mood for?”  Steve asks, breaking the silence.

 “What?”

 “Pizza.”

 It’s still early in the morning, and Steve never wants pizza, but Danny isn’t about to object.

 “Okay.”

 By the time they get ready to leave the house, they still haven’t decided on whether to get take-out or go to the grocery store for the necessary items to make pizza from scratch.  Danny used to do it all the time with Grace, so he knows they can do a decent job themselves, but then they see a pizza joint that opens early, and they decide to take the lazy way out.

 They still have some time to kill so they walk around the little town for a while, browsing in a bookstore with a surprisingly interesting selection of books about mysteries in New England, and treating themselves to an overpriced pound of assorted gummies and chocolate covered fruit from a candy store.  Danny buys them lattes flavored with real maple syrup, which Steve declares disgusting. Danny kind of agrees, although he’s not about to admit it.

 Finally the pizza place opens, and they scroll through their phones as they wait for their order to be ready.  Danny’s got a text from Grace apologizing for being a pain and sending him a bunch of cute emojis, which do their job and make him smile.

 When their order is called Steve offers to pay – the first time that day, Danny can’t help but point out – and just as he’s digging his fingers into his wallet to extract his money, a ring flies out and clatters to the ground, rolling away towards the door.

 The woman next to them at the counter dives for it and hands it back to Steve.  “Got it!” she announces triumphantly.  “You wouldn’t want to lose this.”

 The tips of Steve’s ears have gone red, but he plays along, thanking the woman and stuffing the ring into his pocket.

 Danny takes the pizza and they walk out to the Jeep. Danny is concentrating on not saying anything, because anything he says is just going to make matters worse. When they get inside, Steve starts the car, pulls out onto the road, and then glances at him pointedly before speaking.

 “Okay, out with it.”

 “What?”

 “You’re dying to yell at me,” Steve says.  “Go ahead, get it over with.”

 “I’m not going to yell at you.  Why would I yell at you?  You haven’t even started driving yet.”

 “Danny…”

 Danny considers his options.  Steve’s right, he’s probably not going to be able to keep quiet about this.  Might as well get it over with or Steve will just keep bothering him about it.  “Just wondering if that’s the same ring Harry gave you to use back in Laos.  Or if you got a new one.”

 A pause.  Danny watches Steve’s face, but he doesn’t give anything away.

 “And that matters… why?”

 Danny shrugs.  “Don’t know.  But you asked, and that’s what I was thinking.”

 “No, it’s not the same ring – Harry took those rings back.”  Steve’s definitely got a tone, and not surprisingly, it’s fairly tense.  “What, do you think I’ve had the rings sitting around my house this whole time?”

 “How would I know?  You never got rid of the engagement ring you got Cath.”

 Steve’s fingers tighten around the steering wheel. “I didn’t know what to do with it.”

 “Well, guess it’s a good thing you kept it.” Which is completely unfair of Danny to say.  It doesn’t even make sense – Steve and Cath just used plain gold wedding rings in the ceremony, as it turned out, although Danny had expected to see the diamond make an appearance.   He had, in fact, driven himself kind of nuts waiting for it to appear on Catherine’s finger in the days before the wedding.  Not that he was looking that closely, or anything.

 It’s only a few minutes’ drive back to the house, although it feels like forever.  When they pull into the driveway, Steve turns off the car and sits still for a long moment, biting his lip.  Finally he turns to Danny.

 “You know, this hasn’t been fun for me either. When I wanted to ask for real, Catherine rejected me.  Then she comes back and wants a wedding, not because she cares about me, but because I’m useful.”

 “You looked like you were having fun, standing up there in your tux in front of everyone, professing your love and devotion.” Danny regrets his words as soon as they leave his mouth.  He knows it’s not true, but he can’t seem to stop picking at this scab.

 “Danny, if you think there is anyone I want to be saying those words to besides you, you really haven’t been paying attention.” Steve gets out of the car and closes the door, walking into the house without even a glance back in Danny’s direction.

 Danny leans over and bangs his head against the dashboard.  

 The smell of pizza permeates the car.  It’s not helping.

 Danny’s torn between wanting to give Steve a minute or two to cool off, and knowing that time probably won’t make his fuck-up any less painful.  Taking the pizza with him (it’s not the pizza’s fault Danny is a dumb-ass) he goes inside the house.

 Steve is out on the deck, leaning against the railing.

 “I’m sorry, babe.  I was out of line.  I’m sorry.”

 Danny comes up behind Steve, puts his hands on his shoulders and leans his forehead against his back.  “Please, you know I’m an idiot when I start running my mouth. I’m sorry.”

 Steve turns in Danny’s arms, his face drawn, eyes flickering up to Danny’s and then back down again.  “This hurt me too,” he says, his voice rough.  “Why can’t you see that?”

 Danny feels his heart break.  “I do, I do see it.  I should have seen it before.  I’m sorry.” Danny tilts his head up and kisses Steve, who kisses back with more force than Danny expected, sending a sudden shiver down his spine.  Steve practically attacks his mouth, biting at his lip, clutching tight at Danny’s sides.

 Danny feels Steve shuffle him backwards, until he’s pushed down into a chair, Steve straddling him and grabbing his face with both hands.

 The deck chair creaks and Danny turns his face just enough to get a full breath, holding Steve back when he tries to dive back in for more.  

 “Hey, hey, calm down,” Danny says.  “It’s okay.  It’s okay.”  

 “Danny…” Steve pants out, sounding desperate. “What do I have to do?  Just tell me, I’ll do it, I don’t want to fight anymore.”

 “We’re not fighting.  It’s okay, we’re fine.  I promise.  We’re fine.”

 Steve sags against Danny, still breathing hard. Danny strokes his hands up and down Steve’s back, trying to soothe him.  “This was a dumb plan, okay?  We both know that now, we got the memo.  But the worst is over, right?  No more watching the love of our life marry somebody else, no more having to pretend with fucking Catherine.  That part’s all done.”

 Steve squirms in Danny’s hold, and then sits up, the wrecked look on his face replaced by something decidedly more hopeful. “The love of your life?”

 Danny rocks his head back, embarrassed, but he can’t avoid Steve’s gaze for long.  “Yes, you goof.  You’re the love of my life.  I’ll write it on a pancake if you want.  Now get off me, before I lose all feeling in my legs.”

 Steve complies, lifting a long leg gracefully up and over Danny’s lap.  “You couldn’t fit that on a pancake.”

 “Two pancakes, then.  Or one really big pancake.”

 “Will you butter them for me?”

 Danny accepts Steve’s hand and lets him pull him up out of the chair, his back protesting at the angle.  “How about we reheat that pizza, and save the pancakes for later?”

 *****

The next few days feel almost normal, although it’s downright strange to have all this time with Steve and so little to do. Unlike normal, though, they don’t fill their free time with sex.  It just doesn’t feel right.

 One afternoon they take the speedboat out. Once they get past the little island with the funny trees the lake opens up.  It’s much bigger than Danny had realized, and they cruise around for an hour or so, exploring the little coves and looking for the bird Danny keeps hearing hoot at them.  

 “It’s a loon, Danny,” Steve insists.  But Danny can’t take this seriously, as “<i>you’re</i> a loon” seems to be the only appropriate response.

 They’ve turned off the boat’s engine, just letting themselves drift.  The sun is warmer today, and Steve has stripped off his shirt and is lying back with his eyes closed.  He looks like something out of a magazine.

 “Naptime?”  Danny asks.

 “Yeah, you should try it.”

 “Aren’t you afraid we’ll run into something?”

 Steve sits up.  “I put down the anchor.  How did you miss that?”

 Danny shrugs.  “I was looking for the bird.”

 Steve opens his mouth to say “loon” but realizes that Danny is goading him, and stops himself just in time.  “Come on, come up here with me.”

 Steve is stretched out on the deck by the bow, and he’s got a cushion under his head.  Danny tosses his own shirt below in the little cabin and climbs forward, joining Steve on the deck.  He lies down carefully, shuffling until his head is next to Steve’s.  

 The rocking of the boat is incredibly calming, and the heat of the sun on his skin quickly warms him through.  He runs his fingers over the bumpy surface of the deck. “What if we never went back?”

 Steve nuzzles Danny’s head.  “You’d miss Grace and Charlie.”

 “We could visit.”

 “You’d get bored.  You’re bored already.”

 “Says the man who felt the need to tune-up our rental car yesterday.”

 “It was making a noise.”

 “It’s a car, it’s supposed to make noise.” Danny sighs, poking at Steve’s side until Steve wraps their hands together.  “It’s just nice to be away, I guess.”

 “Didn’t know you liked pine trees so much.”

 “I don’t think it’s the pine trees.”  Danny lifts himself up a little, leans over and presses a kiss to Steve’s cheekbone, his hair blowing down over his face.  

 “That tickles,” Steve responds, cupping Danny’s face to guide Danny’s lips to his own.  “Mmm, better.”

 They make out lazily for a while, and then Steve dozes off, resting his face against Danny’s bare shoulder.  Danny considers ribbing him for falling asleep while kissing, but then decides to take it as a compliment.

 Later that night, as Danny is joining Steve in bed – once again, both of them clad in t-shirts and sleep pants - Danny manages to put words to the elephant in the room.

 “You, um, you don’t mind?  That we’re not-” he waves his hand vaguely between them.  

 Steve shrugs.  “It’s fine.  Besides, for the moment, I’m married.  At least until we file for divorce.”  He doesn’t say it like a joke, more like a death sentence.

 “Babe, are you… are you worried about committing adultery?”

 Steve blushes.  “No, of course not.”

 He maybe is, Danny thinks.  Who could have guessed?  Danny gets in bed and scoots over towards Steve.  “I was assuming we were both not engaging in… whatever,” he waves his hand again, “for the same reasons, but now I’m not so sure.”

 “It doesn’t matter,” Steve says, clearly uncomfortable.

 “I think it does,” Danny says gently.  “Hey, can I ask you something?”

 Steve purses his lips.  “You already did.”

 “You didn’t have sex with Catherine after the wedding, right?”  Danny may have been upset at having to watch Steve go through with the ceremony, including kissing the bride, but not once has he doubted Steve’s fidelity.

 Steve’s eyes widen.  “Of course not, Danny, what do you think-”  

 “So you won’t be filing for divorce, it’ll be an annulment.  As if it never happened.”

 Danny’s not sure how this detail never occurred to Steve, but it clearly did not.  “Really?”

 “Yes, really.”

 “Oh.”  A little smile pulls at the corner of Steve’s mouth.  “An annulment.  That’s, um, that’s better.”  He glances up at Danny.  “Not that there’s anything wrong with being divorced, if you meant to be married in the first place, but-”  Steve sighs and ducks his head, leaning against Danny’s side.

 “But what?”

 “It felt like I was wasting it with her.  The whole time, through the ceremony, and the reception, with all the flowers and congratulations and celebrating…  I felt so empty.  And then I went to find you, and you were already gone – which I totally understand, but still… it wasn’t right.  I guess I wanted it to be special.”

 Danny slides down and wraps an arm around Steve, taking a moment to judge Steve’s mental state before responding.   He almost always laughs, no matter how awful Danny’s jokes are, but they’re on shaky ground these days.

  “I’m sorry, babe,” Danny finally says, seriously.  “I’m sorry you wasted your wedding virginity on Catherine.”

 Steve barks out a laugh, and then Danny is laughing too, until they’re both clutching their stomachs and gasping for air.  

 “Guess you can’t wear white at our wedding,” Danny spits out between cackles.

 “That’s offensive and archaic, I can wear whatever I want,” Steve replies, still laughing.

 It seems to take forever before they calm down, one of them starting up again and setting the other off, but they finally relax. Danny rests his head on Steve’s chest, fingers playing idly with the collar of his t-shirt.

 “So,” Steve says, “you, um, think we’re going to have a wedding someday, you and me?”

 Danny is suddenly glad he’s got a shirt on, because otherwise he’d probably be sporting a full body blush.  “If it’s up to me?  Yeah.”

 Steve squeezes Danny so tight for a moment he can hardly breathe.  “I’d like that too.”

 *****

Danny’s getting out the ingredients to make pancakes the next morning when Steve’s phone rings.  Steve picks it up and answers, straightening his shoulders in a way that makes Danny stop rattling pans and pay attention.

 “Okay.  Understood. Understood.”

 This side of the call isn’t very informative, and Steve has walked out onto the deck, clearly focused on the conversation. Soon Danny sees him shove his phone back into his pocket, and then turn towards Danny with a wide grin on his face.

 “Danno?”  Steve strides towards him and takes him in his arms.  “It’s over.  Cath’s op is done, the guy is in custody.  We don’t have to pretend anymore.  It’s over.”

 “That’s great, babe-” Whatever else Danny was going to say is lost as Steve kisses him hard and long.  Danny gives back just as enthusiastically, pulling away just long enough to nip at Steve’s jaw and suck at that spot on his neck that always makes Steve moan - and today is no exception.  Danny’s practically humping Steve’s leg when Steve stops them and starts to tug Danny towards the stairs.  

 Danny nearly trips over his own feet in his hurry to follow him, and Steve beams back at him.  They’re both stripping off their clothes as they go up, but Steve grabs Danny’s hands just as he’s about to divest himself of his briefs.

 “Hang on, buddy, we need to make sure we’re on the same page,” Steve says, still grinning like a lunatic.  

 “I dunno, you get over your aversion to cheating on your not-wife?”

 Steve’s smile gets impossibly wider, and he yanks his pants up off the floor, pulling out his cell phone from a pocket and stabbing at it vigorously.

 “It’s not cheating if she says it’s ok – see?”

 Steve’s pulled up a text, clearly from Cath, which says you have my full permission to ravish and be ravished. Danny’s kind of curious as to what exactly Steve asked, to get that kind of response, but that’s a question for another time.  Right now, there are more important matters to attend to.

 “So, which one will it be, then?”  Danny asks, as Steve gets his thumbs under the waistband of Danny’s briefs and impatiently renders Danny naked.  “Ravish or be ravished?”

 Steve drops to his knees and smiles up at Danny, his hands already sliding up Danny’s thighs and making him quiver.  “I’ll bet we can do both.”

 They do.

#H50 #Hawaii Five-0 #mcdanno #Steve McGarrett #Danny Williams #my fic #Bound To Be Together #Alternate Ending

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Chapter 45

The final bell of the day rang and students, teachers, janitors, and every single body in the school flooded in masses out of the building. It was officially spring break and it was almost as if no one wanted to waste a single minute of it on the school premises. I knew I needed to get home and pack as quickly as possible, since I was supposed to be heading out of town the following morning… the only problem was, I had no clue where I was supposed to be going. Chris had informed me only the previous evening that I needed to pack a big suitcase with strictly spring attire. He wouldn't give me any hints as to where we’d be going that required such specific clothing, but my guess was that it had to be somewhere tropical… and I prayed that I was right.  As I was packing, my aunt surprised me by coming into my room and assisting me with loading up my suitcase with a variety of outfits, as though she actually knew exactly what I needed. Much to my disbelief, she did indeed know what I’d need. She explained that Chris had gathered her along with his mother and the parents of everyone else in our group of friends to discuss the details of a trip he’d apparently planned for us all on his own. With their approval, he handled everything from our plane tickets to our accommodations and even transportation upon our arrival. I was beyond ecstatic for the quality time we would finally be able to get together and I knew I would struggle with sleep that night because my excitement was just that overwhelming. I’d just gotten off the phone with Destani, after spending nearly an hour discussing what she should pack, and within an hour after hanging up with her, I finally managed to finish packing one of the two bags I’d ended up with. The moment I started on a smaller bag designated for toiletries, my phone vibrated on the hard surface of my nightstand.  I picked it up and answered it, then put it on speaker so I could continue organizing my bag "Hello." "Hey babe." Chris's greeted gruffly. I smiled at the sound of pure delight in his tone as I neatly folded one of my favorite sundresses.  "Hey Charlie." "You packing now?" He asked. "I am. Are you?"  "I'm tryin to, but I didn’t realize how hard it is just to put some damn clothes in a suitcase... this shit is fucking difficult." I giggled as I listened to the sound of him shuffling around his room.  "It's not hard to put the clothes in the bag Chris. I think you're just having trouble picking out what you want to take." I said. "Yeah, that’s what I meant," He chuckled, "Look, whenever you get done packing, you wanna come over here and help me?" "Yeah, I need a break from packing any way so I'll just stop now. I’ll be over in a little while." I agreed and abruptly shut my smaller suitcase with no desire to continue on loading it.  "Good, cause I'm bout ready to say fuck it and leave here with just the clothes on my back." I laughed at his expense and we bid our adieus before hanging up. Making my way to my closet to retrieve my shoes and a hoodie, I crossed back into my room and plucked my keys and wristlet from the dresser then headed out the room and eventually out the front door.  -- "Just fold this shirt up and put it in there. You don't even have to wear it, but you might get there and decide you want to." I said, opening a shirt and displaying it for Chris to see. I stood across from him in only the tank I wore under my hoodie and a pair of joggers. I went back and forth from his closet so many times; I started to work up a sweat and quickly came out of a few layers of clothes all in an effort to help him pack. "I wouldn't wanna wear that shit right now, so I know I'm for damn sure not gone wanna wear it when we get there." He fussed as he raised his gaze from the shirt to me. That’d been the entire process for him since I’d gotten to the apartment… whatever I pulled out, he just had to turn it down with what he thought was a legit reason every time.

I sighed out of pure frustration and dropped my hands with the shirt still in my grasp "I don't even know why you called me over here if you’re just going to sit there and be difficult." "I told you before you got here this shit was hard, I guess you thought I was lying." He was sprawled out across his bed on his back like an obnoxious little boy, tossing a small yellow smiley face stress ball up in the air.  With yet another sigh and a roll of my eyes, I marched back into the closet in the bathroom for about the millionth time tonight. Rather than grabbing yet another shirt to be denied by him, I exited the bathroom empty handed and snatched up my hoodie, shoes, wristlet, and phone then walked swiftly toward his bedroom door.  "Where you going love?" "Home." I stated, plain and simple.  "Wait, why?" He abruptly jumped down from his bed and chased me down the hall, because I had indeed already made my way halfway to the front door.  "Because Chris..." I slowed in the middle of the hall and tussled my fingers through my hair then with a sigh, I rolled my eyes up toward the ceiling to display my aggravation, “I'm trying to help you pack your clothes like you asked me to, but you're not cooperating with me." "Yeah I am..." "No you're not," I said, dropping my gaze down to his face with a weary expression "Every time I try to show you something you should pack, you always have something smart to say about why you don’t wanna wear it. There isn't a single article of clothing that I picked up in your closet that you told me you wanted to pack." I hadn't realized it while in the middle of my rant, but he was standing there with his hands tucked away in his pockets, staring at me with a smirk on his face. It wasn't until I stopped talking that I took note of the lack of seriousness in his demeanor and that sent me flying over the edge…  "UGH!" I huffed, throwing my hands up in the air and twirling around to continue my irate trek to the door.  "Wait, babe wait!" It didn’t take much for him to catch up with my scurrying feet and he slipped his hands around my waist before I could get even five feet away. "Chris, can you please move your hands?" I asked in a monotone manner.  "Nah ‘cause then you gone leave." "Yes… you’re absolutely right.” I agreed calmly as I pried at his fingers.  "Can’t you just stay for the night... please?" He lowered his head and nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck, where he pressed his lips against that spot just beneath my ear.  "I have to go home. I still have to finish packing." I mumbled, though I stood leaning against his frame with my head tilted back against his shoulder as I made way for his lips to devour the side of my neck.  "Mmm, but I know it can't be that much more shit you gotta pack... you wouldn't have come over here if that was the case." I was beginning to fall for that sensation swelling in my core, but I suddenly thought back to the half empty bag I’d left behind on my bed and lifted my head as I continued to pry at his fingers "No Charlie. I'm tired and I don't wanna get to the point that I can't even drive myself home." A wide grin tugged at his lips as he pushed my hands away and pulled me back against him "See, you tired… probably more tired than you think. And I think you should just go ahead and stay." I shook my head, knowing that there would be no way to get him to agree to letting me leave. With a scoff, I pushed against him and finally snatched myself out of his grasp and strutted off down the hall in the complete opposite direction I’d intended to go.  By the time midnight rolled around, I found myself dozing off as I cuddled in one of his t-shirts. I was trying to help him finish packing and I’d actually managed to get a pile of shirts into his suitcase, but before I knew it I started to feel like I’d downed an entire bottle of Nyquil and I could barely keep my eyes open. To my surprise, Chris continued to shift about the room to continue packing after he’d tucked me in and dimmed the lights in the room. Within only about twenty minutes, he was completely done loading up his bag and after zipping it up and moving it down to the floor, he climbed into the bed behind me and wrapped his arms securely around my waist then eventually dozed off right along with me.  -- My eyes fluttered open and I was immediately smacked in the face by the bright light from the bedroom window. I blinked rapidly to adjust my eyes then yawned and stretched my limbs, pushing my butt back as I did so. I’d completely forgotten that Chris was lying behind me, let alone that I was even in his bed, and I was startled by the sound of him groaning as my backside collided with his front. I pushed myself into an upright position and turned to watch him for a moment as he slept. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of his plump lips parted just enough to leave him snoring lightly.  Leaning down, I pressed my lips gently against his forehead and watched as he stirred slightly, but continued to sleep. I wasn’t quite ready for him to wake up yet, so I quickly climbed out the bed before he had a chance to feel my movement. I wanted to make sure we had a nice fulfilling breakfast before we set out for our trip. After brushing my teeth, washing my face, and pulling my hair up into a bun, I made my way out the bathroom and down the hall to the kitchen. I’d already decided on a quick batch of pancakes, scrambled cheesy eggs, grits, and sausage links and I didn’t waste any time pulling out the necessary pans and getting to work.  I got started with the batter for the pancakes and stirred the wet and dry ingredients together, whisking steadily until the mixture was smooth. Moving over to the stove with the bowl of batter in my hands, I carefully drizzled just enough to make two large circles into a sizzling hot pan already coated with a thin layer of oil. I placed the bowl on the counter beside the stove and stood back to watch the batter bubble and cook.  "Smells good." That familiar gruff baritone spoke directly behind me and I flinched at Chris’s unexpected presence.  "You scared me." I mumbled, holding a hand to my chest and turning to glare at his smirking face.  His smirk quickly grew into a grin and he stepped forward to place his hands around my waist "I'm sorry baby, daddy didn’t mean to." Rolling my eyes at him, I swiftly turned to face forward again to flip my cooking pancakes. He chuckled and slid his hands around to my midsection, resting them against my lower stomach and dropping his chin onto my right shoulder.  "What you cooking?" He asked curiously. "Pancakes, scrambled eggs, grits, and sausages." I listed off the entire meal for the morning as I rested my head back against his left shoulder.  He tightened his grip on me and turned his head so that his face was nuzzled in the crook of my neck "Damn, lil mama gone make sure her nigga is fed… you sooooooo good to me girl!" I giggled as he pressed his lips against my neck and rubbed his hands up and down my belly "Did Ms. Joyce pick all this stuff out for you?" "What stuff?" "All this breakfast food... did she help you pick it all out?" He chuckled softly as he lifted his face from the crook of my neck "Nah, I'm sorry to tell you, but baby I am not clueless with food… if I don’t know nothing else, I know what to put in my mouth.”  I laughed aloud and shook my head as I picked up the spatula on the counter, using it to scoop the two pancakes out of the pan. I shifted them over onto the plate I’d situated next to my cook station and barely had a chance to pour anymore batter into the hot pan… Chris had nuzzled his face back into the crook of my neck and he was now busy puckering his lips all over my skin. I bit down into my bottom lip and stared down at the pancakes as they cooked, hoping that if I focused on them I could ignore the moan itching to flow from my mouth. He slipped his hands down from my stomach to the front of my thighs in the smoothest manner and I would have stopped him, but with the way he latched his lips perfectly onto my skin, I had a difficult time concentrating on anything but that.  “Chris,” I moaned softly, no longer able to contain it, “We can’t… we don’t have ti… time.” “Unh-unh, it won’t take long baby I promise. Just let me in it one time before we leave.” He spoke low and seductively before running his tongue and the piercing in it along the edge of my ear lobe. I clinched tightly onto the handle of the stove and gasped at the sudden pressure of two of his fingers against my covered clit. He slid his fingers down the length of my womanhood and by the time he pulled his hand away, my knuckles had turned white from how tightly I clutched onto that handle.  He moved his hands up to lift his shirt that I wore and the moment it was up over my head he wasted no time dropping it down to the kitchen floor and moving on to my underwear. His hands eased down over my waist, catching the elastic material on each side and he quickly slid them down so I could step out of them.  “Shit.” He muttered, prompting me to glance back over my shoulder to watch him as he stood back and watched me in all my naked glory. With my bottom lip tucked away in my mouth, I smirked at the sight of him openly staring at my bare butt and winced when he suddenly slapped a hand against my left cheek.  With the conflicting that the heat from the stove hit my chest and the cool air in the kitchen whipped against my backside giving me goose bumps, I couldn’t help but squeeze my eyes shut and moan on my own accord without any assistance from his hands… the moment was so erotic and I could feel my nipples hardening as chills shot through my body. I’d nearly forgotten he was even behind me until I heard him shifting and I turned my head back to see him stripping out of his white tank and shorts.  I braced myself against the stove and bent over the moment I felt his presence right against my backside. Within about a blink of an eye he’d gripped his erection in one hand and my waist in the other, holding me steady as he slid the head of it over my soaking entrance.  “You gone let me in there baby?” He mumbled, leaning forward to press his lips directly against the skin of my right ear. I gasped from the initial contact of his throbbing penis and quickly nodded my head, anticipating the intoxicating feeling of him deep within me. He rubbed that perfectly smooth head against me quicker and harder, using his other hand to pull me closer to him. “No ma’am... let’s try that shit again. Are you gonna let me in this pussy?” He repeated, nearly offended by my lack of a response.  “Yeah.” I moaned, tossing my head back against his shoulder.  “Tell me where you want this dick girl.” He demanded.  “Mmmmm” I moaned out as he teasingly poked only the head in.  “Where?” “I want you in me, now!” I shouted, arching my back and pushing my butt back against him. He chuckled as he slowly pushed forward and I cried out for him as he held me down in yet another position I’d never experienced before. My body seemed to have a mind of its own and before I knew it, I was suddenly leaning forward… directly over the hot pan on the stove. I could feel the scorching heat getting closer to my breasts and face, but before I had an opportunity to endure second degree burns, Chris hooked a hand around the front of my throat and pulled me back against his chest then swiftly reached forward to turn off the eye completely.  He held his hand there around my neck while he thrust slowly and tactfully, which left me hollering and reaching a hand back to grab at him in an effort to get him to release me… I was quickly becoming breathless with my neck bent back. That beautiful organ between his legs had begun to tap into areas I’d never felt before and I rolled onto the tips of my toes and scrunched my face as I focused on not falling right apart in his hold.  “Chris you gotta go… slow… I ca… I can’t...” I hated the fact that I could barely form a sentence when he had me like this… I knew I sounded like a complete fool whenever I attempted to speak to him.  “What’s that baby, you want me to stop? Hmm… you can’t take the dick” He’d increased his speed significantly, as if mocking me in my stupor. Releasing his hold on my neck, he quickly slipped his hands around the cusps of my elbows, holding on tight as he thrusted into me almost like he was angry. I screamed, cried, panted, and fought the urge to simply pass out as I squeezed my eyes shut and squirted right there in the middle of the kitchen floor. He slowed his thrusts at that exact moment and I was sure he’d climaxed right along with me… until he pulled out of me and firmly gripped onto my hips…  “Turn around.” He muttered. I did as he said and as my nostrils flared in an attempt to catch my breath, he bent in front of me and gripped onto the back of my thighs, hiking me up and making sure that my legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. For the first time, I realized that though I’d already orgasmed, and nearly passed out from doing so… he was actually going to keep going. I wasn’t prepared for that. I wasn’t even sure if my body would be able to handle the exhausting process again. I had no time to stop him though… he’d already guided me back down onto his rock hard erection and bounced me up and down a few times to get adjusted to the new position.  I hadn’t noticed until I opened my eyes and rolled my head around to one side, but he was moving out of the kitchen and heading down the hall, all while still bouncing me up and down on his shaft. Unconsciously, I tightened my walls around him and watched as he immediately shut his eyes and inhaled sharply. He brought me back down on him then lifted me and as I came back down, I constricted my walls around his girth once more and this time he came to a halt in the middle of the hall.  I didn’t know what came over me in that moment, but I hooked my arms tightly around the back of his neck and using the strength in my thighs, I grinded against him while he stood completely still. His brows lifted, and he appeared to be utterly shocked as he backed up against the nearest wall, allowing me to take the reins. He groaned as I picked up the pace and grinded on him as hard as I could. The bun on the top of my head bounced at the same rhythm as my breasts and I lowered my head until our foreheads were meshed together.  He instantly locked eyes with me and we stared at one another intensely as I continued to ride him while he held me up in the air. I moaned and groaned and clenched my teeth together and if I wasn’t mistaken, I just knew I could hear a small nearly inaudible whimper leave his lips. I couldn’t help but smirk as I imagined the sensations coursing through his body as I maintained my slow grind.  “What you smiling at?” He asked as he slid his hands up my back until they were resting at the top of my shoulder blades. I shook my head and continued to smile as I puckered my lips and gently pressed them against his. He pulled away and glared at my lips for a while then leaned forward once more and this time, I parted them to give his tongue clear access. I became so enthralled in that kiss that I failed to notice that I’d stopped grinding against him… that is until he held tightly onto my shoulders and started to pummel in and out of me.  I screamed into his mouth as my legs nearly slipped from his waist, but I clung desperately to him with every bit of energy my body possessed.  “Chriiiiiiiissssssss I feel it… stop… stop… I feel iiiiiiiittttttt…” I hollered after snatching away from him. My words were slurred and I could only pray that he understood what I was trying to say.  “Hold on baby, don’t cum yet. Hold it for me.” He thrust into me one hard and final time and held it there before turning and completing our postponed journey to his bedroom. The moment we neared his bed, he lay me on the top of the unkempt sheets and spread my legs as far as they could go. And with his sweaty body now hovering over me, he began to thrust in and out with an evident desire to get us both where we needed to be.  It didn’t take long for him to get me there and I swore this orgasm was stronger than any I’d ever had. I could feel tears forming in the corners of my eyes and I tried to clinch my legs together after squirting all over his midsection and much to my surprise… he let me, but not without compromise. He sat back and pushed my thighs completely together, then raised my closed legs over his right shoulder and continued to pump in and out of me, lost in a world of his own. I screamed his name at the top of my lungs, completely drowning out the sound of one of our phones vibrating against his nightstand. And together, we rode that wave of ecstasy until we could both barely move…  “Baby?” He was completely winded after the work he’d just put in and he slumped forward on his hands, allowing his perspiration to drip down onto me, “You good?” I nodded and bat my lids slowly as I held a hand against my chest, like it would somehow help me catch my breath. After leaning down to press his lips against the space between my breasts, he slipped out of the bed and returned a few minutes later in a fresh pair of boxers with both of our phones in hand, mine lit as it was evident that it’d been ringing and he’d answered.  “Who is it?” I mouthed, peering up at him with furrowed brows.  “Dez… she called about fifty times.” He said with a smirk. With a roll of my eyes, I rolled over onto my side and clutched one of his pillows over my naked body then plucked my phone from his extended hand. Though I was entirely still out of breath and my voice was weaker than ever, I pressed the phone against my ear and prepared for her incessant nagging.  “Hello.” I greeted, cringing at the sound of my own weak voice.  “Bitch, where are you? Don’t we have to be at the got damn airport in like an hour?” She shouted directly into my ear. I cringed and pulled the phone away from my ear then turned my head to one side to glance at the time on Chris’s alarm clock. It was a little after eleven o’clock and we had to be at the airport no later than twelve to get all of our luggage checked in and catch our one-thirty flight.  “Oh crap.” I muttered. “You damn right, oh crap. Where the hell have you been, I been calling your ass all morning! And what the hell is going on with your voice… it sounds like you just swallowed a bag of sand.” She fussed. “Destani, we’ll meet you at my house in a little while, okay.” I said as I ran a hand over the top of my head.  “We’ll… what you mean we’ll? You’re not home? Hold the fuck up… I know you are not over there with Chris and I knoooooooow ya’ll nasty niggas ain’t holding us up ‘cause ya’ll over there fucking…” “Destani,” I exclaimed with an already sore throat, “I’ll see you in a little while.” I didn’t even give her a chance to continue on with her nagging. I quickly pressed a finger against the red button to end the call and laid my head back against the plush blankets with my eyes shut as I contemplated the grueling day ahead of us.

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BM

I was stocking the bar shelves with the bottles of alcohol that were delivered this morning, it as getting really close to the opening and I was getting really excited and nervious about it. I've been working so hard to get this bar open, and now it was finally happening in just over a week. I wasn't really sure how I was going to feel about everything after the bar was finally open, it's a weird feeling, finally accomplishing something you've been working years towards.

"Yo, when are the guys coming out to remodel the bathroom?" Jae asked leaning on the bar.

That was literally the only thing left to do. Not that the other bathroom wasn't functional, unless you ask the girls who were insistent about it needing to be renovated. But I had the money there to do it so there was no point leaving it.

"Tomorrow,"

"That's good," he nodded.

"Why? It's not like you can't use it now," I frowned at him.

"Oh, no it was working great, it's just that is currently raining in there," he shrugged casually.

"What?" I stopped what I was doing.

"Yeah I think a pipe burst, I'm off busking, see ya," he walked out.

I put the bottle down on the floor and ran upstairs. I could hear it before I could see it, we had pulled the dry wall down ready for the guys to come in tomorrow and redo it all, the exposed pipe was spraying out across the room. The showers was still running, I'm guessing Jae didn't feel like dealing with it. I fought my way through the rocketing water to turn the tap off before rushing down stairs to turn off the water main. I sighed making my way back up the stairs with the mop from the kitchen storage. I sighed again stopping at the bathroom doorway, I didn't need this, this is the last thing I needed. I stopped starring at the flooded room and started pushing the water towards the drain.

"Dude, what happened?" Sam yawned behind me wearing nothing but a pair of grandpa pyjama pants and the necklace he never takes off.

."A freaking pipe burst,"

"Shit,"

"There goes my back up savings," I shook my head.

"It can't cost that much to fix, can it?"

"It can if the pipe needs replacing, and judging by the age of the building and the rust, it will probably be better in the long run to just replace them. I should have done it when I got the pipes replaced downstairs. I just didn't think they would be as bad here," I sighed.

"Don't let Thea know, she told you to replace them," Sam smirked.

"I know, but I'm going to have to. We're going to need somewhere to stay until this is fixed, because I can't turn the water back on with the pipe like that,"

"I'll ring Charlie and let her know," Sam yawned again.

"Why? I have a key,"

"Yeah but if we don't tell them then they'll get annoyed," he stretched wondering back to his bed to get his phone. They wouldn't be annoyed in the slightest, I'm sure they half expect us to show up, and we're there more than we're here recently.

I continued pushing the water towards the drain which was irritating, half of the water washed over the drain without going in. After the forth time is just got ridiculous and I let my temper get the better of me and threw the mop across the room, hitting a pipe which just made me yell.

"She's not answering," he said slowly, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Why don't I do that?" he shook his head at me.

"You can call Thea, she'll answer,"

"Not if she's working," I mutter but when to ring her anyway.

THEA

I was cleaning up my lunch when my phone started ringing. I sighed pulling it from my pocket. I was already running a little late.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey Thea, how are you?" BM's voice filled the receiver.

"What do you want?" I sighed lifting my tray and rushing towards the bin.

"Uh, I need a favour,"

"What?"

"So, we need somewhere to stay for a week or so, can we crash at yours?"

"Why?"

"A pipe in the bathroom burst,"

"Are you serious?" I frowned putting the tray down and turning around, walk-in straight into someone.

"Shit,"

"What?" He asked.

"I'll call you back, it's fine you have keys,"I said hanging up.

"I am so sorry," I apologised, looking up at the person I'd just walked into. I had just caused an attractive guy to spill his soup on himself. I was really hoping that it wasn't hot, but judging by the way he pulled the shirt from sticking to himself, it wasn't cold.

"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" I frowned grabbing a hand full of napkins.

I honestly don't know what I was thinking, I just know I didn't want him to get burnt badly. So I took the handful of napkins, lifted his shirt and dabbed the soup that had soaked through, I didn't register what I was doing until I looked up and he was smirking down at me.

"Oh my god, what am I doing," I muttered to myself quickly stepping back.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention," I avoided looking him in the eye.

"Pretty elaborate scheme, spilling soup on me to see my abs," he smirked.

"I did not, it was an accident,"

"I was kidding, are you okay?" he smiled this adorable goofy smile.

"I'm fine, I didn't get hot soup spilt all over me,"

"It's not hot, it's cold noodle soup" he smiled.

"Oh my gosh, I thought I'd burnt you, that's why I did that, who eats cold noodle soup , that's a little weird, but I don't know why I didn't just dab the shirt, it's not like I wanted to feel you up or anything I just didn't want you to burn, not that your not attractive enough to feel up it's just not something I normally do to people I never meet, not that I do it to people I have met. Oh my god stop talking," I rambled until I covered my own mouth.

"People who are working and only have a short lunch break, that's who eats cold noodle soup,"

"Oh shoot, I'm late," I realised I was suppose to be back in fifteen minutes which meant I would have to run, probably.

"Wait, can I give you my number? You kind of owe me a soup," he stated.

"Ah, sure. But I really do have to go," I handed him my phone. He dialed his number into my phone and rang himself, or at least that's what I was assuming.

"What are you doing?" I frowned.

"Making sure I have your number too, I don't want to feel hopeless waiting around waiting for you to message me," he winked.

"You're kind of weird," I frowned wondering if I was going to regret this.

"Here," he handed me my phone back.

"Aren't you late?" He raised an eyebrow when I stared at him.

"Shit, yeah, sorry again," I called and I all but ran out of the food court.

I was half way back when I realised I didn't even know his name. Good job Thea, you're so stupid. Charlie was going to think it was hilarious when I told her later.

SAM

We got to the girls house, BM had spent twenty minutes at home trying to find his key, probably because he was too busy ranting to actually be looking properly.

The minute he unlocked the door Volk came barreling out, I'd expected him too, he knew the sound of my car and I didn't come and see him nearly enough.

"Dude, hurry up, if one of the cats get out the girls will kill us," BM frowned at me.

"Relax, they're probably sleeping with Polo,"

"Sora won't be, she's a little guard cat," he wasn't wrong.

Sora was Charlies kitten, this small little ball of fluff that wasn't scared of anything, the minute she heard a noise she was up and ready to investigate, which was probably a good thing considering their dog Polo was basically deaf. Volk was mine, he stayed with the girls because it wasn't safe to have him in the bar while it was under construction, and he was an energetic dog, we didn't have a yard, the girls do. But I try to come by as much as possible to see him, and he loses his mind when I do.

"Come on," I called making my way up the few stairs that lead into the backroom.

It used to be a porch but the owner had closed it in and converted it into another space, the girls used half for an entertaining area and half for their office, probably because they converted their office space into a spare room for us to stay in. The next room was used as an entrance way with a cupboard for shoes and they also used it as their laundry, off the room to the left was their bathroom. The other door off the front room, took you through into the kitchen/dining area with the spare bedroom coming off the dinning room. Down the hallway, there was a door on either wall, the right leading to Thea's room, the left to Charlie's and the door at the end lead to the lounge room and that was their whole house.

Volk followed me through into the spare bedroom which would look a whole lot bigger if 90% of the space wasn't taken up by a bunk bed, double on the bottom, single on the top. They got that expecting the three of us to sleep in here, but most of the time it's just me and sometimes Jae, but most of the time he sleeps in with Charlie and BM sleeps on the lounge or in Thea's bed. He prefers lounges to bed for some reason but he has no problem sleeping in Thea's bed.

"Make sure we don't leave out bags out here, Thea will have a freak out if we mess up the house," BM stated.

"She thinks the house is a mess if there is a plate in the sink," I pointed out.

"Let's just make sure our bags are in the room," he shrugged.

"What time do they even get home today?"

"Charlie I have no idea, she has volunteer and work today," he shrugged.

"She'll be home about 7," I shrugged.

"Thea will be home around 6-6.30 but she's got rehearsals tonight so she'll be gone until 11 ish," he shrugged.

"How do those two even function, I swear they never have and free time but they're always around,"

Charlie managed to juggle work, studying both at home and on campus, volunteer work and still was able to do dance classes and her occasional on stage performance as well. Thea does study and industry placement for school, she used to work, and does burlesque classes as well stages and a competition here and there. Yet some how they're always around causing trouble or just being a pain.

CHARLIE

Sam's car was in our car port when I got home, but Thea's wasn't which was a little odd, she was normally home before me on a Wednesday. Sora was waiting for me when I walked in the door, as soon as she seen me she did her adorable little kitten meow. Volt wasn't waiting but he did come running down the hallway.

     "Hey, do you want dinner?" I patted his head when he sat at me feet. He turned and went back down the hallway after his greeting. He definitely missed Sam when he wasn't here.

"I guess not,"

I put my bag down on the kitchen counter and picked Sora up, she meowed again, Shire, Thea's cat can wandering out of Thea's room and also meowed at me.

"Is it dinner time?" I asked putting Sora back down and walking into the kitchen, both cats followed closely behind me and meow louder when I picked up their bowls.

"It was dinner time hours ago," Jae came down the hallway.

"Are we starved?" I asked emptying a satchel into each bowl, ignoring Jae.

Sora sat down and did her cutest kitten meow which she saved just for dinner time, I called the dogs, Polo wondered up the hallway,  Volk wasn't far behind,he just had to have Sam escort him.

"Do I have to sit and meow for my food too?" Jae asked, once I'd place the bowls down.

"Why are you complaining to me about dinner? It's not Thursday and I'm not Thea, I don't cook for you," I walked to my room to get changed, he followed behind me. Sam stayed in the Kitchen because if he left Volk would follow.

"But I'm hungry," Jae wined.

"Why are you here?" I asked changing my shirt.

"We're staying here for a couple weeks," he shrugged.

"Why?"

"A pipe burst in the bathroom,"

"BM had those replaced,"

"The down stairs once were replaced, the upstairs weren't,"

"Well you know where the kitchen is,"

"I'm not cooking in Thea's kitchen,"

"Just done make a mess," I stated stepping out of my pants, sliding on a pair of shorts.

"She'll know," he whispered.

"She should be home soon, just wait,"

"But I'm starved," he laid down on my floor.

"That's great," I shrugged pulling m bra off, and throwing at him, it his him n the face.

"Throw that in the basket behind you,"

"Ew, it smells like boob sweat,"

"My boobs don't sweat," I frowned.

"My nose tells a different story,"

"How would you even know what boob sweat smells like? You're like a forever virgin, girls see your face and you're automatically friend zoned,"

"Yeah well I Live with BM,"

"My boobs don't sweat either, I have pecks," BM called.

"Fine you're bra smells like peck sweat,"

"Has anyone actually heard from Thea?" I rolled my eyes stepping over him and making my way into the lounge room.

"I tried to ring her but she's not answering her phone, she did curse down the phone and tell me she'd call me later," BM shrugged.

"Maybe she cut herself again," Sam suggested who was now back in the lounge room with Volk at his feet.

"She doesn't actually cut herself that much," BM defended.

"She shouldn't be allowed in a kitchen, the girl is a walking hazard," Jae stated diving onto the lounge I was in the processes of sitting.

"And you want her to feed you?" I asked sitting on him.

"I don't care if she cuts her finger off as long as it's not in my food, now get off my you fat shit,"

"Yo, this cushion talks, and kind of lumpy," I hit him a few times like I was trying to beat the lumps out of an actual cushion.

"Move fatty," he pushed me enough to sit up.

"Doesn't Thea have burlesque tonight? You mentioned it earlier," Sam asked turning to BM.

"Yeah but she normally comes home first," he frowned.

"She's an adult, she's fine," I stated.

"She's barely an adult," BM commented.

"They worked late today, I seen her when she was on her way to the train station, I though I was going to get a lift but she told me she was going straight to burlesque," Jae stated picking up a handful of chips out of the bowl on the coffee table.

"And I'm the fat shit," I rolled my eyes.

"I'm starving," he shrugged.

MARK

"Food's here," I heard Jackson call through the house. I'd just got out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and made my way out into the hall between the bathroom and my bedroom.

"What'd you get?" I asked standing next to my bedroom door.

"Soup," he smiled like an idiot.

"Okay," I frowned at him.

"Did you just get home from work?" he asked unpacking the food onto the bench.

"About half an hour ago, I had meetings all day,"

"That doesn't sound so bad," he commented as I opened my door to get get dressed.

Jackson had moved the food to the coffee table and was flicking through TV channels when I came back out. He was in a pretty good mood and it looked like he wanted to tell me something but was waiting for me to ask about it. I thought about waiting until he couldn't wait anymore but then he would probably sulk a little about me not asking.

"You're in a good mood, did they move you out of the city?"

"No," he shook his head, smirking.

"So what happened?"

"I was on my lunch break, and this girl wasn't really paying attention to where she was going and she ran into me spilling my soup all over me,"

"And that's a good thing?"

"She was adorable, she was worried I would get burnt and tried to wipe the soup off, feeling me up in the process then went on the rabble about how she was worried and she doesn't normally feel people up, then she ran off because she was running late for something but I got her number first,"

JACKSON

"You attacked a poor girl with soup just to get her number? How desperate are you getting? Because I can set you up with someone from work, I'm pretty sure my assistant is single,"

"I don't need setting up, and she ran into me," I frowned.

"Does she have a name or are we going to keep calling her she?"

"Of course she has a name," I rolled my eyes then realised she didn't tell me her name.

"I just don't know it," I sighed.

"How do you not know her name?" he raised an eyebrow.

"I told you she was in a hurry,"

"You managed to get her number but not her name?"

"Yeah, I called my phone from hers,"

"Well at least she has your name, just text her,"

"She doesn't have my name either,"

"You didn't save your number in her phone?"

"No, I did,"

"So what did you say your name was if you didn't write Jackson?" he raised and eyebrow

"Wild and sexy," I murmured.

"You're and idiot, this girl is never going to talk to you," he shook his head at me.

"Yes she will," I stated but honestly I wasn't sure either.

"Have you messaged her?"

"Not yet,"

"So text her," he baited.

"I will, later, after I've finished eating,"

"Why?"

"You know, I was actually really happy about it and now you've made me disappointed because she's going to ignore me now," I sighed.

"You don't know that," he stated absently.

"You're mean,"

"Just text her,"

"Fine,"

THEA

I pulled into the driveway in between BM and Charlie's car and behind Sam's. Our front yard looked like a car yard. The lights in the lounge room were on so I was betting that's were they were, I picked up the plastic bags which were heavier than I thought. Usually I just beep the horn and one or all of the boys come out to get them, but it was almost 11 at night and the neighbors on both sides, and basically the whole street except for three houses including our own, were inhabited by elderly residents. BM greeted me at the door holding his hand out for some bags.

"Want some help?" he asked but I was already handing him half.

"Thanks,"

"Oh, Chinese," he hummed.

"I was going to get pizza but with the lactose intolerant idiots in there I figured I could get more Chinese for the same price,"

"They would have eaten it anyway,"

"I know, but I don't want them destroying my bathroom," I stated, he nodded.

"You look tired," he commented.

"My limbs feel like jelly," I yawned nodding.

"Do want this on plates?"

"No just take it through to the lounge room, I'll get cutlery,"

"Okay,"

"I hear bags," Jae called.

He was laying over Sam using Charlie as a pillow when I walked into the room. Volk got up from Sams feet to greet me.

"Hey buddy," I patted him on the head, he licked my hand and went back to where he got up from.

"Enjoy," I yawned slightly placing the bags in my hand on coffee table.

"Cutlery is in the bag,"

"Come sit down and eat," BM patted the lounge next to him.

"Maybe later, I need a shower, can I borrow your iPod? My phone died like four hours ago and the stupid charger cord is nowhere to be found in my car,"

"That's because you threw the old one out and left the new one on the kitchen table," Charlie nodded pointing to the TV cabinet we're her iPod sat.

"Of course I did," I sighed.

"Go shower then come eat something or you'll get grumpy," BM instructed.

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes.

"She's already grumpy," Jae commented.

"Eat your food, your welcome by the way," I picked the iPod up and made my way down to the bathroom.

BM

Polo got up from his bed where he was sleeping with the cats to follow her.

"Didn't I say hello? I'm sorry," she called, her tone was softer.

"Why is she always nicer to the animals then she is to me?" Jae frowned.

"Because she likes the animals," I shrugged.

"Whatever, let's just eat," Jae rolled his eyes.

"Wait a minute," I stated getting up.

"For what?" he frowned at me.

"I'm going to put some aside for Thea before you and Sam eat it all,"

"Hey, Charlie is here too," Jae defended.

"And she'll eat like three spoon fulls and be done," I retorted.

"She eats more than that, you make her sound like she has an eating disorder or something," Sam defended Charlie.

"He's not completely wrong," she shrugged.

"You don't have an eating disorder,"

"No shit idiot," she rolled here eyes.

They were still bickering when I got back from the kitchen with a plate for Thea. Sam was picking at the food, I frowned at him and he just shrugged. I swear the only time Jae is actually quiet for more than 5 seconds is when he is eating. Charlie and Sam aren't generally huge talkers, Thea and Jae however barely shut up, unless they're tired, but then again that depends on what level of tired Thea is because is she is over tired some how she manages to talk more than she does normally.

"Yo, did she fall asleep in the shower?" Jae asked with a mouth full of food.

"If anyone was going to it would be her," Sam nodded.

"Shut up Samantha," she came into the room towel drying her hair.

"It lives," I commented.

"Barely," she nodded at the same time both Jae and Charlie said;

"Unfortunately,"

"I hope you both choke," Thea rolled her eyes as the two fist bumped each other.

"Isn't that more your thing?" Jae asked.

"That's disgusting," she frowned sitting on the floor at my feet.

"She's like BM's pet," Jae smirked.

"You can sleep outside if you like?" She was getting cranky.

"Come here crabby," I sat her between my legs and started massaging the tension from her shoulders.

"Did someone have a bad day?" Sam asked.

"No actually I had a really good day,"

"Really? because we thought you probably cut yourself," Jae commented.

"Why would you think that?"

"Because you practically hung up on BM," he shrugged.

"I never hung up on him,"

"I never said she hung up on me,"

"I was on my lunch break and already running late to get back then I ran into the super attractive guy and doused him in his own soup,"

"That was stupid," Jae commented.

"Did you make it worse?" Sam asked.

"Why would you assume I made it worse?"

"You are kind of known for doing or saying stupid things then making it worse," Charlie stated.

"I didn't make it worse," Thea defended in herself, dragged out the sentence which usually meant she was lying.

"So what did you do to this poor guy?" Jae asked.

"I told you, I knocked his own soup all over him."

"And then?" I asked.

"And then felt him up and made an idiot of myself,"

"You rambled," Charlie accused.

"I did not," Thea continued to try and defend herself but we all knew better, she rambled when she was nervous, embarrassed, tired, bored and sometimes angry but that's more or a rant than a ramble.

"Wait, felt him up how?" Jae smirked.

"Uh, well I thought the soup was hot turns out it wasn't which is weird, why order cold soup? and so I didn't want to be the idiot that burnt this guy so instead I'm the idiot that took a handful of napkins, put it up his shirt and wiped off his perfectly toned abs,"

"Up his shirt?" Charlie smirked.

"Yes,"

"What is wrong with you?" Sam frowned.

"He had pulled his shirt away from himself I don't know what I was thinking," she huffed leaning back into me, it was generally her way of telling me to stop massaging.

"You sexually assaulted someone after attacking them with their own food?" Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Not on purpose,"

"I think the feeling him up was, maybe not consciously," Charlie stated.

"That has got to be the new top of stupidest Thea moments," Jae laughed. She kicked her leg out hitting him in the shin.

"Ow," Jae frowned at her.

"If it was so dumb then how come he wanted my number?" she tried to make her point.

"Dry cleaning?" Sam shrugged.

"Emotional damages?" Charlie added.

"So he can give the police your contact details?" Jae laughed again.

"He doesn't even know my name," she defended

"Did you give him your number?" I frowned.

"Well yeah, but I have his number too, he rang his phone from mine,"

"Nope, that is the top of stupidest Thea moments," Jae shook his head.

"Why?"

"What if he's a crazy psycho?" Sam asked.

"He'd have to be," Jae nodded.

"Because he wanted my number?" Thea sounded offended.

"You don't really have a great track record when it comes to sane guys," I nodded.

"Dude, you attacked the guy, felt him up and then he wanted your number?" Charlie raised an eyebrow.

"What's the guys name? You can generally tell a guy is a psycho by their name,"

THEA

"No you can't you idiot," Charlie frowned.

"Are you telling me you would trust a guy called Freddy? Or Jason? Or Pennywise?"

"Who calls their kid Pennywise?" She frowned at him.

"Other psychos," he shrugged.

"I don't know his name I only know what he save his number under," I rolled my eyes.

"That's generally his name,"

"I don't think his actual name is Wild & Sexy," I frowned realising a second after it was too late that I probably shouldn't have told them all that. They burst into laughter.

"Okay apparently you can tell they're a psycho by their name," Charlie laughed.

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