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gyzymOr, Jizzy was almost asleep, couldn't find her phone, looked everywhere, panicked that she lost it, woke herself all the way up, found it tangled in the blankets, and then used it to write a ficlet about Danny and Steve to wind herself back down.
Steve's a sprawling sleeper, used to catching it where he can get it; he's crashed in corners and cargo bins, in and out of combat zones. He takes up space in beds because he can, throwing an arm across a nearby pillow and streching his legs, and wakes the same way, like he hasn't moved at all. It's a luxury, like hot water and cold beer, like friendship without a timestamp, and he uses it, abuses it, because it's there.
Danny, who likes rules and order, who talks about being civilized like there's some book on it he's studied, has a side of the bed. Steve doesn't know why he's suprised--Danny's got an opinion, a side, on everything he touches, and bedspace is no different. He digs in, Danny does, sleeps like he's angry about it, steals blankets to burrow around himself and wakes up too warm in the Hawaiian heat. He curls into Steve, on his side, on his stomach, wraps his fingers around his arm and holds on. And he moves, moves all night, little shifts that startle Steve at first, pull him upright, panting, in the unthreatened darkness of his home.
"Jeez," Danny slurs, words thick, awake by proxy, "high strung, fuck's sake, c'mon," and Steve goes.
But the thing is that Steve gets used to Danny, he adapts, and after a few months there's this rutted canyon in his mattress, like Danny's slept so hard he left a bruise. Steve kisses him, light against his shoulder, til he groans and rolls; he blinks, once, twice, like he's awakened to a world he doesn't quite understand.
"Patience, babe," he says, "too hard for you, huh," but he leans close anyway, like he can't help himself. Steve rests a hand on his back, the other in the dip of the mattress he's left behind, and closes his eyes to the sun.
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Steve's a sprawling sleeper, used to catching it where he can get it; he's crashed in corners and cargo bins, in and out of combat zones. He takes up space in beds because he can, throwing an arm across a nearby pillow and streching his legs, and wakes the same way, like he hasn't moved at all. It's a luxury, like hot water and cold beer, like friendship without a timestamp, and he uses it, abuses it, because it's there.
Danny, who likes rules and order, who talks about being civilized like there's some book on it he's studied, has a side of the bed. Steve doesn't know why he's suprised--Danny's got an opinion, a side, on everything he touches, and bedspace is no different. He digs in, Danny does, sleeps like he's angry about it, steals blankets to burrow around himself and wakes up too warm in the Hawaiian heat. He curls into Steve, on his side, on his stomach, wraps his fingers around his arm and holds on. And he moves, moves all night, little shifts that startle Steve at first, pull him upright, panting, in the unthreatened darkness of his home.
"Jeez," Danny slurs, words thick, awake by proxy, "high strung, fuck's sake, c'mon," and Steve goes.
But the thing is that Steve gets used to Danny, he adapts, and after a few months there's this rutted canyon in his mattress, like Danny's slept so hard he left a bruise. Steve kisses him, light against his shoulder, til he groans and rolls; he blinks, once, twice, like he's awakened to a world he doesn't quite understand.
"Patience, babe," he says, "too hard for you, huh," but he leans close anyway, like he can't help himself. Steve rests a hand on his back, the other in the dip of the mattress he's left behind, and closes his eyes to the sun.
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Date: 2011-03-15 07:03 am (UTC)and
Danny's slept so hard he left a bruise
are great lines. i sleep rough, i sleep hard so i know aaaaaaaallllll about it.
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Date: 2011-03-15 03:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2011-03-15 07:28 am (UTC)It's a luxury, like hot water and cold beer, like friendship without a timestamp, and he uses it, abuses it, because it's there. So Steve!
And then Danny. See, you gave me hearteyes >>> ♥____♥
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Date: 2011-03-15 03:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-15 07:37 am (UTC)hearts forever and ever
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Date: 2011-03-15 03:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-15 07:37 am (UTC)I love this little mental picture of Danny, smooshing his face into the pillow with little frown lines in between his eyebrows :D
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Date: 2011-03-15 03:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-15 07:58 am (UTC)Oh DANNY! ♥___♥
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Date: 2011-03-15 08:24 am (UTC)It's a luxury, like hot water and cold beer, like friendship without a timestamp, and he uses it, abuses it, because it's there.
That just about did me in. It's so beautiful but so sad all at once.
The idea of "friendship without a timestamp". Oh, Steve, honey, that shouldn't be a luxury.
Or THIS: He curls into Steve, on his side, on his stomach, wraps his fingers around his arm and holds on. This this this. Goodness gracious. I grinned so hard I almost disappeared behind it, like the fucking Cheshire Cat.
♥ in my eyes FOREVER.
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Date: 2011-03-15 03:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-15 08:57 am (UTC)This feels so true that it should be canon.
Gorgeous little ficlet. ♥
Thanks. :)
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Date: 2011-03-15 03:21 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading, bb :D
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Date: 2011-03-15 11:22 am (UTC)ALL OF IT.
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Date: 2011-03-15 01:11 pm (UTC)♥_♥
Your fucking words. I do not understand.
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Date: 2011-03-15 03:23 pm (UTC)Thanks so much, bb! So glad you liked this ♥
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Date: 2011-03-15 01:58 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-03-15 02:37 pm (UTC)YOU BETTER NEVER LET ME NEAR THAT PHONE. I WILL HIDE IT AND HAVE IT MAGICALLY APPEAR *ALL THE TIME*
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Date: 2011-03-15 03:24 pm (UTC)ANYWAY I'M GLAD YOU LIKED THIS DON'T STEAL MY PHONE :D
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Date: 2011-03-15 03:17 pm (UTC)Lovely.
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Date: 2011-03-15 06:01 pm (UTC)in my attempt to not keysmash or ramble incoherently i will just say luv'd this it was great....