Drache-Königin (edincoat) wrote in makrothumia, @ 2009-01-11 03:02:00 |
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There are these themes, right? And they are prevalent throughout all of time, for certain people in certain situations who are doing certain things, and the clichéd part about it all is these things that these certain people are doing are in itself a cliché and nothing but. It is a cliché, an expected occurrence, same old same old , been there done that got the t-shirt.
This surreptitious glance from one to the other, well thought out and used by everyone else doing the exact same thing. This brush of fingers, same. This hauling off into a side alley while still on an assignment for a groping session, same. The nervousness from both parties that makes them skitter around one another while making sure to not give anything away, same.
The sigh of relief and shudder in reaction to sensation when they finally decide to stop skirting the issue and just go to bed together, same.
Martin supposes he could go all self-serving and make a comparison between Danny and something metaphorical and most probably treacly sweet at the same time, but he really hasn't the energy for it. Instead he just wants to lay there spread-eagle in the centre of Danny's huge bed and enjoy the feeling of his body thrumming from the exertion, his blood slowly slowing from the recent lack of air that only slightly reached his lungs in the last half hour.
And he likes to do this, relax for the first time since he got to work and watch Danny sit cross-legged next to him while poring over a textbook.
He reaches up to place a hand in between Danny's shoulder blades, palm flat against skin and just feeling the slightly sticky feel of his best friend partner in crime and probably lover (that word rolls around in his mind for a bit after it makes the list, and he thinks that later when he has time, he should probably marvel at it a bit). Clears his throat, asks, "When is the exam?"
Distracted response murmured in the middle of some Law jargon that he will never understand, "Two months from Sunday."
He goes "Ah" and drops his hand, closes his eyes and just breathes. Doesn't smile, not really, when Danny settles down next to him draping an arm and leg over his prone form in strategic places.
Danny's voice is a bit rough from the chanting he was doing earlier, so he sort of croaks out in his ear, "Have you decided what you want to do?"
He laughs, thinks to himself that of course he won't let this go he's Danny Taylor, and replies, "Buy a strip bar and send over my best patrons to you for clients?"
Fingernails scratch his abdomen as punishment, and they're laughing and twisting together, textbook hitting the floor with a thump and a flutter of pages.
He's good with guns, likes them fine, but when the business end goes off next to his head and almost takes an ear with it, he comes to the conclusion that if there were less in the world he wouldn't mind much. And he tackles the shooter down into the asphalt, Danny screaming after him and running closer while trying to still be an FBI agent at the same time, then cuffs the bastard while growling.
Danny comes up to them, gun out and pointed at the squirming form of the guy who just tried to shoot him, and the older man looks a bit scared and bewildered, which he didn't used to until they started with this thing they had going. Gasps a little because he's out of breath, and asks Martin frantically if he's all right.
Martin growls at the man trying to squirm away, and decides hell with it and sits on him. Ignores the yells and variations of the words police brutality and looks up at his partner. Tosses his hands into the air, and says, "I'm going to buy businesses, make them prosper, then sell them. That's what I have a degree to do, and that's what I'm going to do."
Danny looks confused, a bit wary, then pleased and grinning like a loon. Says with an amused lilting inflection, "Is that your final answer?"
He growls up at him, tells the criminal he's sitting on to shut up, then looks back and tosses his hands again. "Yes, it is. If it doesn't work out I'll be a librarian or something, but yeah, that's what I'm going to do."
The wiggling criminal with a FBI Agent using him as a chair does not appreciate Danny's laughter, and has no trouble telling them so in length.