Who: Danny Lubbe & Stephanie Brown What: Steph is drunk, Porn awards make everything better When: Directly after THIS and THIS January 1st, 2014 Where: Steph’s Condo Rating: High Status: Complete
Stephanie left her place at the counter when Danny’s last text came and she heard a car door slam in the driveway, leaving her phone and laptop out and open to what she had been working on. She was a little wobbly on her feet, uncoordinated even, but she made it to the door without falling on her ass which was a win in her book. Of course she hadn’t expected the cool door to feel so good against her alcohol-warmed cheek when she made it to the door and rested against it. She nearly flattened herself against it as one hand remembered to find the knob, clumsily unlocking it. Of course he wasn’t going to be getting in that way so she took half a second to consider what she wanted more in that moment, the coldness of the door or the warm embrace of her boyfriend.
Eventually she staggered back a few steps as she pulled the door open, still trying to keep her cheek to it. The coolness coming through the now open door made her let out a contented sigh, she even stuck her head out from behind the door after a moment to soak it all in. She decided then that she didn’t need to drink any more if she was going to burn up like she was, but it was unlikely to stick, especially with Danny there and the possibility that he had brought her something.
“Hi Danny,” her cheeks were flushed but her smile was somewhat serene showing that she hadn’t been kidding when she said she had gotten through four glasses already. She chuckled to herself, “The sexy Danny Lubbe,” she pronounced it ‘Lube-ee’ which had her smiling. “Is finally here.”
Danny was about to laugh and flirt with his clearly tipsy girlfriend when a shout from behind him absolutely threw him for a loop. “Danny!” He turned to see his dad with the window rolled down. “Do you need condoms? Do you know how to use them?”
There was nothing more horrifying that he could think of than his dad deciding to attempt to have “the talk” in his girlfriend’s driveway with her standing right there. He gaped at him for a moment, made a small, strangled noise and then shouted back, “Clearly you don’t!” Right, because that was telling him...or something. Awkwardly, Danny shoved the front door shut and looked at Stephie.
“I’m gonna come home and there’s probably going to be every kind of condom walgreens carries organized on a shelf in my room,” he said, definitely horrified. Yep. No getting around that. “Please kill me.”
Stephanie could sometimes be accused of being a ‘giggly’ type. She found it easy to laugh at most things and had a very easy sense of humor. This was when she was stone-cold sober, after she had a few drinks in her it was very obviously a different story. It was a good thing she had already been half clinging to the door when his father called out to him otherwise she was sure she would have been rolling on the floor in her fit of laughter. She was even more red-faced than before, the whole of her practically shaking with her laughter that she was unsuccessfully trying to stifle.
When he closed the door she threw her arms around his neck, “Oh my god. Oh my god.” she said as she continued to laugh. “Oh my god that was amazing! Oh my god, I so love your dad. Asking the porn star if he knows how to use a condom! He totally has no idea! Too funny! So funny!” She leaned up and kissed his cheek, still giggling. “Ooh, does Walgreens have maple syrup flavored ones? Or is that a Canada exclusive?” She descended into giggles again, though just as it seemed to calm she let out a rather unlady-like snort.
“Goddamn it!” she covered her nose and mouth with her hand, but was still smirking behind it.
Danny was still pretty mortified, but none of that seemed to really matter because Step was totally still awesome at him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her cheek loudly. “Let’s keep him in the dark on the whole porn thing, yeah? I think he might actually have a mental break. Or the first words out of his mouth are gonna be ‘does Stephanie know? you know, Danny you should really tell her if you’re putting her at risk like this. Let me go tell you some statistics. Are you doing drugs?” He pulled away enough to open his coat and present her with a pretty expensive looking bottle of red wine.
“Never say I don’t provide,” he teased, smirking proudly.
“You do have a bad case of the Stephs though.” She smirked when he produced the wine and she of course accepted it. The label certainly looked expensive, not that she would really be able to tell the difference. Back in Jersey it was only ever beer, super cheap beer because that was all her boyfriends and older friends could afford. But California was supposed to be the land of wine, or so she reasoned when she found the bottle in the fridge and decided she wanted to relax more than she wanted something she would like. Besides, wine was more sophisticated, something more for college students like herself, she told herself when she poured herself the first glass, though that had only lasted until the first sip where the taste made her flinch.
With bottle in one hand she reached for his with the other and led him to the kitchen where she eventually let him go and searched for glasses. Of course even keeping wine glasses in the house of a woman with such an addictive personality was a bad idea so Steph had made sure to get rid of them all when her mother moved in. In her tipsy state this didn’t really dawn on her so instead she got out tiny juice glasses, sadly without the googly eyes Danny loved.
“I like your dad,” she said now searching for a corkscrew. “He’s not a murdering, abusive, enabling fuckwad. And he apparently believes in safe sex, bully for him!”
“I think he’s more worried about me passing on my genes,” Danny said, watching her move. Steph hadn’t talked a lot about her dad. That she was kinda drunk and kinda bringing it up now might be related. Or there might just be cool stuff on her computer. Danny was totally going for the computer. Privacy? Pah! Privacy was for um...other people. Other people who weren’t writing scathing letters to a parole board.
Wow. So...that was a thing. He looked up at Steph, brows knit in worry. “Are you sure this is a wine kind of night and not anything stronger or maybe a joint?” What? It was California. Everyone and their grandmother was smoking.
“But we would have the most awesome, insane, amazing kids to ever be. Doesn’t he want to be a grandpa to the most amazing kids ever?” she beamed when she found the corkscrew and spent the whole of the time it took him to read the letter she had been working on just trying to get the bottle open without corking it. She had a little smile of triumph as she poured the wine, but it faded when she looked up to see how he was looking at her.
“This is the best we’ve got,” she pointed out. “Mom used to be an addict, can’t keep stuff around that would tempt her.” she didn’t wait, knocking back a good swig of her glass. “Woah,” she licked her lips. “I’m gonna have such a shitty morning tomorrow, you don’t even know. Kinda hope my dad does too, not from booze though, I’m always hoping that he’ll get shanked or something in prison.”
She took another drink, making a face, “You know. I risked my life to help collect evidence to prove dad was doing more than just collecting for the mob. I followed him for days, recording him on the phone and with a camera. I watch him pop a guy, I get it on camera, and the Judge throws it out. Motherfucker throws it out. Then dad turns around and makes a deal to go state’s witness against the Jersey families in return for reduced time. And he’s all like a model prisoner now so he might be getting out early for good behavior. And do you know what he’s gonna do when he gets out?” she finished the rest of her wine in a single gulp. “Bastard is gonna come after me and mom. But I’ve got a thing worked out with the kid from that picture I got, he’s gonna train me to fight. So maybe I might get lucky and kill the asshole.”
Danny stared at her for a long moment. That was...intense and unexpected. Already, Danny was working through scenarios in his head. He wasn’t gonna admonish Steph for any of it, wasn’t gonna tell her that she should maybe rethink this stuff. Nope. He’d just make sure that if the heat came on her, he’d take the fall. Hey, he wasn’t going anywhere in life, right? May as well make sure Steph and her mom got to keep on with theirs.
“I won’t let him come near either of you,” he said firmly. Danny wasn’t serious often, but now seemed to be the time for it. He might’ve been scrawny and not very tall and fucked when it came to thinking before doing or saying something, but he’d throw himself in front of a bus for her. She had to know that. Right?
She blinked slowly, looking over at him as her brow began to furrow. It took her a moment to figure out what he was trying to say but when she realized what he was implying she frowned hard. “Shut up, Danny. My dad isn’t some idiot with a gun. He’s smart, really damn smart and charming, the shit he does to people when he decides to get creative or angry. He’s really, really good at getting cops to do whatever he wants, and judges, he doesn’t even have to bribe them. But he’s still a bastard, a bastard who likes to keep his wife strung out and his little girl locked in closet when she stood up to him.”
Steph shook her head, moving around the island to him where she pushed herself into his arms and buried her face where his neck met his shoulder. “I’m gonna be better than he ever was, you know? I’m gonna make something out of my life. I’m gonna help people. He doesn’t get to take anything else away from me, you understand? He’s not gonna take you from me either, I won’t let him and I’m not gonna let you play into whatever plans he might have just because you want to protect me.”
Danny held her close but felt a little hollow while she spoke. “I’m not stupid,” he said softly, rubbing her back. “It’s easier to let people think that. They don’t expect things from you if they think you’re dumb.” It was way better to have standards constantly lowered so you couldn’t be a disappointment when you met them. He knew he was smart too, knew he was charming. And more than that, he was good at disappearing, at making sure nobody noticed him. Or that everyone did.
But right then he was just kinda hurt and upset, which really just played into his complete lack of a mind to mouth filter. “I love you,” he said firmly, “I’m allowed to try to protect you.” It wasn’t until the words were out of his mouth that he realized what he’d said. All he could think was fuuuuuuuuuuck.
“Shut up, Danny.” she said again, moving her hands to his cheeks and forcing him to stay there as she kissed him. It was far too soon for that talk, they hadn’t even known each other a month, but Stephanie wouldn’t deny that she had deep feelings for him, probably deeper than they should have been for how short of time they had known each other. The kiss hadn’t been about shutting him up, it was a promise, a promise that she would say it back, maybe not that night but some time, likely soon.
“I know you’re not stupid,” she dropped her hands and wrapped her arms around his neck as she rested her forehead against his shoulder. “I just know him, I know how he works and how he thinks. He’s a killer, a really fucking heartless killer.” her voice went quiet for a moment, blinking back any tears that welled up. “I think I’m a little afraid of him, I spent a long time screaming it to his face that I wasn’t afraid of him and that I wasn’t afraid to die if he was sick enough to try to kill me. So maybe I’m scared, and maybe I’m scared that he’ll hurt you too.”
Danny smoothed his fingers over her hair, other hand still resting at the small of her back. “He might be a really fucking heartless killer, but,” Danny bit his lower lip. “Look, the porn industry is pretty closely connected with the sex worker industry.” Which should surprise a grand total of no one. “Seedy underbellies talk to seedy underbellies and maybe if your dad does get early release...maybe word gets around to people who still believe in that whole East Coast-West Coast rivalry shit.” He kissed the top of her head, very obviously implying that Danny had connections to take care of things without putting any of them in danger. Especially if the guy had been a known...rat or whatever. Mob words.
“Stephie Sparkles,” he murmured, half singing as he decided dancing with her in the kitchen just a little (okay, swaying really) was the best option. “You can’t hurt Canadians. We bounce. And if you shoot us, maple syrup just oozes out and heals the wound. It’s one of our secrets. We’re all actually immortal humanoid ice phoenixes. It’s why I can’t reveal to you the hatching grounds. I’m actually at least three thousand years old and totally robbing the cradle here.”
She made a quiet whimpering noise at that last bit, “But I don’t want to be in the Canadian version of Twilight.” Thankfully the more the alcohol hit her system the easier it was to lead her into different topics. She really had wanted to just pretend her father didn’t exist any more and had needed the drink to help her calm down after she finished the first draft of her letter, getting Danny to come over and cheer her up was just a wonderful bonus.
It might have been easy to lead her from topic to topic but she wasn’t exactly light on her feet after a few drinks, they may have been just swaying but she had to hold tight to him for fear of falling on her ass. “Danny… If you promise me that you’re gonna be safe and okay I’ll say that thing you said.” the drink was starting to show more in her reasoning, but thankfully she wasn’t slurring quite yet.
The thing about Danny was that he was stronger than he looked. Maybe picking Steph up wasn’t the easiest thing in the world for him, and yeah he probably couldn’t do it for like hours on end, but porn was a workout. A pretty damn intense workout some days. “Come on,” he said, scooping her up in his arms and carrying her carefully up the stairs. He was very, very pointedly avoiding any promises to do anything about being safe or okay or...yeah. She could tell him whatever she wanted when she was ready to tell him. She didn’t need to blackmail them both into it. “Let’s get you upstairs, drunkie.”
“Mmh,” she groaned, helping a little by keeping her arms around him. She rested her nose against his cheek, eyes going closed as keeping them open while he was moving was making her feel dizzy. “But you’re leaving the wine, and you’re still all sober. Can ice phoenixes even get drunk? Does it, like, have to be Canadian? Like. Like. Like Canadian things are your achilles heel. But wait, you’re like a half-breed, right? Are you like Blade? You have the strengths of both but none of the weaknesses?” She inhaled deeply then smiled and kissed his cheek. “You smell really good.”
“I’ve spilled too many secrets already,” Danny said as he shoulder his way into her room and gently set her down on the bed. He moved away long enough to finally get out of his shoes and coat and shut the door. “So uh,” he said, clearing his throat as he walked back over and sat down on the bed next to her. His fingers stroked through her hair. “How do you feel about taking an all expense paid trip to Vegas?” he asked. That seemed like the best way to really change the subject. Sort of.
She reached for that hand in her hair and dragged it to her lips where she gently kissed each of his fingers slowly and as reverently as she could manage with everything feeling so wobbly around her. At his ring finger she finally stopped and looked up at him, her currently impaired brain working hard to figure out what he was saying. “If you’re trying to propose to me this is kind of a weird way to do it, unless this is Canadian tradition. In that case I’m sorry and will keep my comments to myself.”
“Promise I’m not gonna propose while you’re drunk off shitty wine,” Danny said, watching her with a quiet kind of fondness. “I ah...got nominated for a porn award and I get to bring a guest. Thought...maybe you’d like to come along. I mean it’s free and it’s at the Hard Rock and we can totally have a good time before and after.” Yeah, that...probably didn’t sound nearly as cool as he wanted it to. But Zev was right. Asking her was better than y’know, being even more awkward about it. He flopped down on the bed next to her. She seemed to do better when all of him was in easy reach.
“But you will be proposing, right? Good. Easier to protect the Wild Lubbe if they accept me into the pack.” she chuckled lightly, not at all bothered by marriage talk. It was an easy way to tell that she had been drinking. “You said you were going to marry me, you did. I saw it on the net. I like flowers and kisses and you if you’re looking for something special. Or maybe written out on a waffle with chocolate.” She might have been rambling now but she did hear what he said and somewhere in her mind was thinking about it.
“I… Will you introduce me as your girlfriend and stay right with me and not like run off to film some like orgy or whatever?” she asked, curling up beside him. He really did smell good. He smelled like Danny and she loved the smell of him because it meant he really was right there with her.
“I don’t think my handwriting’s good enough for chocolate waffle proposals, but I’ll try,” he said, still stroking her back. “I’ll be proposing. One day.” Probably not soon, but fuck if Danny knew. He didn’t know what he was going to do five minutes from then.
He tipped her chin up and kissed her slowly. “You’re my girlfriend and you’re totally allowed to beat up anyone you think deserves it, but I’m not running off anywhere. Thought it might be fun to catch a few shows or something.”
“Mmmm,” she let out a happy hum when he kissed her though she was a little disappointed when he stopped to speak again. Of course what he was saying was wonderful and she couldn’t help but smile slowly. “Don’t tell me that, there are lots of people I would beat up because they deserve it, like the farty guy. I want to punch him very hard in the face. Or shove my boot up his ass, though that might help fix his smell problem.”
She gave him a quick eskimo kiss, “That would be fun, lots of stuff to do together in Vegas. No whores though, they’d probably be prettier than me and be all perfect bodied and charming and like better than me at things.” she pouted a little but it was more endearing that petulant. “And am I gonna have to see whatever it is that you’re winnin’ the award for? Also, porn has awards?”
“Yeah, there are like oscars for porn,” Danny said, “and they’ll probably do like clips or whatever if you think you can handle it, that’s cool, but if you need to look away, that’s cool too.” He wasn’t into the idea of hiring someone and frankly he thought Steph had the most perfect everything anyway. He actually wasn’t really into the idea of a threesome at all unless she wanted it. He didn’t like group sex. It was...overwhelming. There were too many limbs and he didn’t know what to focus on and it really made him want to go hyperventilate in a closet somewhere. Those days were actually somehow worse than Farts.
“I don’t even want to try.” she admitted. Imagining it all was bad enough for her she didn’t need any real life images in her head to refer to every time they were apart and she wondered what he was doing. “I don’t like it when other people touch you, we should-” she suddenly stopped and kissed his lips, a peck really but enough to stop her from going down that road she was currently on. “I’m so sorry, Danny. I’m drunk, I don’t know what I’m saying.”
She moved more onto her side and laid her head on his chest, “I wanna go with you though. It could be fun. I love the idea of getting away together, even if it does involve porn stuff.”
There was somewhere in there right before the peck that Danny was sure he felt his heart break. “You don’t have to if you don’t really want to,” he whispered. The event was going to be full of other porn stars and Industry people. It was probably going to involve a lot of inside jokes and definitely people talking about porn. Possibly people talking about porn at Steph. Possibly people talking about porn Danny was in at Steph.
Except that sentence translated into more than just the awards, didn’t it? She didn’t have to stay with him if she didn’t want to. He was pretty sure she did want to, but...but she didn’t have to. Fuck. He was glad she was drunk. Maybe she wouldn’t notice how painful things had just gotten for him.
Her eyes were thankfully cast away from him, not that she likely would have realized just what he was feeling and what her words had done if she had been looking. “I love being with you, Danny, no matter what we do. It’s just a night or a weekend or whatever, right? I swear, I’ll be okay. And not very much drinking, maybe, I’m kind of a shitty drunk. I talk too much and I say what I think which is bad because my brain is really stupid.” She closed her eyes again, bringing an arm around him. “I’d like to be there to support you since… Well, I’m your girlfriend and I want to be there for you. Especially since your dad doesn’t know yet.”
“I am not bringing that man to any porn awards,” Danny said, absolutely horrified at that idea. “Fuck. Fuck if I win I’m gonna have to hide it somewhere. Because he’ll do it. He’ll google Brandon and then...fuuuuuuuuck.” And now he was totally boned in the worst way possible. Nope. He did not wanna win.
Sighing heavily he focused on better things. “You gonna help me pick out a dress?” he asked, “something sexy with a slit up the side maybe? Or a low back? I mean it’s the porn awards. You totally need to be rocking your red carpet arm candy here.”
She turned her head to look at him, a few strands of blonde hair falling in her face that she ignored for the moment. “You can hide it here if you want.” she wasn’t sure where that came from especially as it was clear that she was uncomfortable with his career choice for the moment. “I’ve got space for it, and my name is like the one on the lease so if mom finds it and gives me shit I can kick her ass out, maybe move you in instead.” she teased, grinning like she had come up with something hilarious.
The strands of hair in her face were now starting to annoy her. She puffed her cheeks up and tried to blow them out of the way, only for them to land back on her face. “You want a long dress? You’ve got nice legs, you should show them off.” She answered like Danny Lubbe in a dress was the most natural thing in the world.
“That’s what the slit’s for,” Danny said, “and also totally to accentuate my hips.” That would be what happened with the drape of that fabric. “Aiming for almost as sexy as Angelina here. You think I can pull it off?” He arched a challenging brow at her and pouted his lips as best as he could without laughing.
He may not have laughed but she certainly did, pushing herself up to kiss those ‘duckface’ lips. Even when she was drunk she could see he was the most adorable thing ever. He was worth hanging on to, no matter what came up against them, be it his job of her father all of it was worth it. “Oh yes,” she smiled down at him after the kiss then moved to nip at his lips between her words. “Much better than she did. But be careful with the hips thing. Don’t want to make it look like you’ve broken them. Don’t want anyone thinking that I was trying to go all death by Snu-snu on you.”
Danny kissed her again, smiling into all of that while he ran his fingers through her hair. “Really wish you were sober right now,” he murmured. Sober Stephie he would totally be trying to convince to sleep with him right now. His drunk girlfriend? Yeah, no. He had lines. Crossing them was not gonna happen.
That made her chuckle, he really was a sweetheart, or rather she would have thought that if she had been sober. For the moment all she could think was that he was being a tease, being in her bed with those lips and those eyes and that body. “You should be trying to catch up with me,” she said, not able to keep the ‘duh’ tone from her voice. “Or did we come up here so I could dry out? Ooh,” she pushed herself to sit up, legs folded under her. “Did I tell you about like the reason why I picked this one out and not the one next door? I’ll give you a hint! It’s in the master bathroom. It’s got bubbles. And it’s called a jacuzzi tub.”
They came up there so she could stop thinking about her dad, which was gonna be way easier to do without the laptop right there. Danny was kind of awesome at problem solving sometimes. Not a lot of times, but some times. “Yoooou did not tell me that. You have been holding out on me. You...you bubble hoarder you.” He couldn’t really sound too mad about that. He wanted to, but it was really difficult with her looking so adorably at him.
“I am! I love bubbles! Fucking bubbles, man!” she beamed, taking one of his hands and splaying her fingers out against his before intertwining them. “But I could totally see sharing some of my bubbles with you. You could even undress me if you wanted.” it would have been easy too, her white tanktop clearly showed that she wasn’t wearing a bra under it and those yoga pants of hers would come off with an easy yank down. “I could undress you, though you might have to give me a hand or two.” Of course she was trying to make it hard for him to stick to his boundaries, what sort of drunk girlfriend would she be if she didn’t.
“You can absolutely undress yourself,” Danny said drawing her hand to his mouth so he could kiss it. “I’m confident in your ability to work your own clothes.” He’d look after her. God help him, but he’d look after her. He did, however, give in and let go of her hand to take off his shirt and wiggle away to get out of his jeans. “Happy now?” he asked, making a vague gesture for her to lead to the jacuzzi. There were bubbles. He was a sucker for bubbles. She was totally going to try to fuck him in the tub wasn’t she? Fuck.
Her grin was utterly triumphant, even if he had thwarted her attempts to get his hands involved in removing her clothes. It wasn’t over yet, not by a long shot if she had her way. Her plan, or whatever one would call it when the person coming up with it was more than a little drunk, was still going according to plan. She managed to get to her feet without trouble, hands moving over her clothes and she nodded at him to follow her, dropping her clothes along the way until they reached the tub in question. She turned on the water then turned to him, throwing her arms around his shoulders and stealing a quick, sloppy kiss. “You’re really cute!”
“And you’re really drunk,” Danny said, letting his arms wrap around her. He left his underwear on, one last shred of attempt to keep her devious plan from coming to full completion. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to. Of course he wanted to. Just...he didn’t want to be that guy. Not now and not ever. Naked and gorgeous and tempting as Steph absolutely was. He kissed the side of her head and whispered, “Love you, Stephie Sparkles.” That was a thing that was okay to say when she was drunk and might not remember it. “Mmm,” thankfully she was too far gone to start blushing on him but he still managed to make her smile. “I really like it when you say that, Lubby,” she pronounced it like ‘lovie’ and amused her enough that she let out a happy noise that was close to a chirp. “You should say that more often. We could work out somethin’ like a reward system or somethin’. Like you say it once you get a kiss, twice you can squeeze any and all of my soft and squishy bits you like, three times…” she looked as deep in thought as a person that drunk should in that moment. “Three times you can be like my personal lollipop. Like my personal lollipop but not actually like the lollipops I suck on because I like to roll those in red pepper or sriracha. That might hurt on your delicate parts.”
“Yeah, we are not rolling my dick in spice,” Danny said. Even porn couldn’t pay him enough for that. Which, actually was fortunate since that wasn’t the genre he worked in. Though, well, that stuff did pay obscenely well, and he was already making way more than anyone had any right to. Maybe one day, he’d give it a shot. He’d say it couldn’t hurt but...that was kinda the point.
He sort of guided them around (because he really didn’t think she was gonna let him go too easily,) so that he could check on the water. “So, my blonde bombshell. What’s your master plan here?”
“Plan? Oh, my plan. Plan plan, planny, plan plan plan. Plan. Uh… Did I have a plan? I think I did.” She frowned, pointed to herself, “Naked.” pointed to the filling tub, “Bubbles.” and then to Danny. “Amazin’ Canaidin’.” She had tried her best to make them fit together but even sober she hadn’t had luck making it work. “I don’t remember what it was but it’s apparently going swimmingly. Bubblingly!” she beamed at him and let him go, turning her attention to the tub. It was by far the least graceful she had ever been since she had learned to walk but she was also being more careful than she had ever been pretty much ever. It paid off because she managed to get into the tub and sit on the back of her heels, knees together, and pat the surface of the bubbling water beside her. Thankfully the tub was big enough for the two of them, otherwise it likely would have been far more awkward.
Danny chuckled and slid into the tub with her, still keeping an eye on the water while it continued to fill so that it wasn’t in probably dangerous overflow-Stephie Splashes range. It seemed like something that might happen. Would happen. Yeah, that was inevitable. He stretched out and finally relaxed some. Turned out that hot bubbly water did wonders. “Alright, Dark Bubbly Menace. Do your worst.” Seemed like she was going to anyway, might as well just let her try. Her and the jet currently nailing him in the exact right spot at the small of his back. He was going to be the biggest puddle of Canadian goo ever.
She giggled softly, turning so she could relax next to him, though really she had very little intention of relaxing. The hand that came to rest on his chest started drawing imaginary patterns on his skin and she pressed a quick peck to the side of his jaw that was closest to her. “You know, the devil-horned picture kid didn’t tell me what my superhero name was. Wouldn’t it be funny if it was something like dark bubbly menace? I mean like, like, I’m already wearing black. Maybe the big stick connects to one of those blower thingys and I fight my enemies by putting them in bubbles! That’s kinda a long name though, whattabout ‘Bubblewoman’. It has such a ring to it!”
“That sounds more like a comic book villain,” Danny said, wrinkling his nose as he shifted to allow her more skin to play with. Fucking contact and Steph in general. Yeah, resisting was not going to be in the cards was it? Not if what was going on in his bright leopard print briefs had anything to say about it. He tipped his head to nip at the top of her ear. “‘Course you could be my hilarious punny comic book villain any time. You just have to promise to only hold me hostage in sexy ways...like right now.”
“No,” she shook her head slowly. “If I’m gonna be a villain then I need to be a sexy one. Sexy female villains don’t make puns or jokes they just… are sexy. Maybe that’s why they’re usually pretty shit. They lack personality.” She brought her head down to rest on his shoulder, nose and lips against his neck. Her hair was going to be a little wet but it would just be the ends and she didn’t mind. “Boobs do not make up for an empty brain! Though I think mine make up for my brain being soaked in booze, right?” She grabbed his hand and pushed it to cup her right breast. “What do you think?” she started pressing reverent kisses to his neck. “Feels pretty great right?”
Danny eased the grip she had on his hand (which was actually pretty impressive given the circumstances,) and shifted to caress her submerged breast instead. The way he pinched her nipple was in complete contrast to otherwise gentle fingers. No doubt frustratingly gentle fingers. Water was definitely good for his teasing. Definitely. He could totally be even more frustrating like this. “Your breasts always feel great. Why would you ever think I wasn’t totally excited about your boobs?”
She nipped at his neck when he asked that question, an amused giggle escaping her lips as the hand on his returned to his chest. “I wouldn’t, not ever. You’re a good man, Danny Lubbe, a true lover of the Steph boobs.” Her eyes slid closed all too easily and she nuzzled his neck. “Though if you’re gonna pinch them like that then you’re gonna have to kiss them better.” she pointed out, her drunk mind thinking it the only proper thing to do. She wasn’t going to make him do it now though, strangely his teasing touches felt amazing by themselves right now. She hoped that was just the booze talking and not her brain that she was starting to worry wanted sleep.
“Mm, am I?” he asked, sliding away from her damp, naked cuddle to partially submerge half his face just so he could kiss and suck and bite just a little at those nipples. One hand kept cupped at her breast while the other skimmed down her side, nose just barely above the water so he could keep breathing. Skilled fingers made their way up the curve of her thigh to the bend of her knee and back down again to her ankles. It was pretty awesome to keep his mouth busy. He was positive he’d say something dumb if he didn’t have the excuse.
That had her eyes opening and she reached out to grab the edge of the tub so that she didn’t slip any farther under the water. She groaned softly, biting the inside of her lip as her free hand came up to rake through his hair. “Mmhmm, so very good. Easy to turn on too, I love that… Don’t have to worry you won’t like something, that I’m not good enough or whatever else. Just kiss you and play a little and you’re so ready… Teach me that. I wanna be hot for you all the time.” She was rambling and to be honest she wanted him to ignore her words, he was doing so well on his own. It would have been a crime to disturb him while he worked his magic.
He moved up her body, stealing kisses and little bites along her neck before he spoke low against her ear, hands moving to part her thighs and draw her closer. “I don’t have to teach you that,” he murmured, “you’re already hot for me all the time. Pretty sure I take up a lot of space in that brilliant, beautiful mind of yours even when I’m not around.”
She was more than eager to spread her thighs and pull him in closed, legs wrapping loosely around his hips, though they tightened with every kiss and bite and wonderful sensation he sent though her. She let go of the tub and brought both hands to his cheeks, holding his face still so she didn’t have to chase those perfect lips. It also made him look at her, not that she had meant for that, but it would show him that even drunk she was being honest. “Not much, really, I swear. Just, oh, like, pretty much every second of every minute of every hour of every day of every year. Not a lot, just constantly.” the kiss she gave him then was sloppier than usual but she was holding it together pretty well. She smiled when their lips parted, “Sober me is kinda reluctant to use that ‘L’ word, love not that lesbian show. You’ve gotta be patient.”
“Being patient,” Danny whispered against those lips, nose brushing against hers in a way that was far more tender than her kiss. “You’ll say it when you’re ready, even if when you’re ready is like in the middle of your bachelorette party with devil horned kid and that other chick and maybe fake me.” He kissed her again, deep and passionate as he ground his still underwear covered hips against her. Soggy, sure, but that didn’t matter too much.
Steph drew her breath in between her teeth, making a soft ‘hiss’ that was followed quickly by something akin to a soft moan. “Not fake you, that’s too weird.” the little peck that followed her words wasn’t anything as earth shaking as his kiss had been but as long as he was close enough to kiss she was going to keep kissing him, like she was worried he might vanish if she stopped. “Would you still love me if I got up and shouted it at the top of my lungs at the porn awards?”
“Course I would,” Danny said, smirking as he pulled back away. He was getting all pruney. Pruney was not sexy. He should know. Staring at the buttons on the tub he mashed at them the way he would...well anything else he didn’t really know how to work, hoping that somehow one of those would be what turned the jets off and started the tub draining. Maybe? Fuck, things were way too complicated sometimes.
“Good,” she said with a rather self-satisfied smile. “Because that’s what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna shout ‘I love you, Danny Lubbe’ if you win. If you don’t I’mma go Kanye on their asses when they get up to accept the award. ‘I’mma let you finish, but I love and have frequent, amazing sex with Danny Lubbe’. Or something like that.” Without looking she reached over and turned the dial all the way down which turned off the jets when it reached the bottom. She slowly let go of him but let her fingers drift down his chest and stomach as she did. “Are we getting out?”
“We’re getting out and you’re totally not allowed to real name me at the porn awards. Completely defeats the purpose of having a porn name.” He shifted away reluctantly. Fuck, things had gotten way out of hand. All he actually wanted to do was bend her over the counter and fuck her hard enough while she watched the both of them in the fucking mirror. Not gonna happen, he reminded himself. He was a good guy. He had morals...somewhere.
She pouted playfully, “Well, I don’t love whoever the fuck Brandon Manitoba is supposed to be. You don’t even look like a Brandon.” She wouldn’t have pegged him for a Danny when she met him but from now on that was all he would ever be, just another reason why the Samandriel thing was so weird to her. “But yeah, I don’t love Brandon Manitoba, I love Danny Lubbe and I’ve decided to shout it in public somewhere as loud as I can, so where is an acceptable shouting place?” For someone who was reluctant to use the love word so soon after the beginning of a relationship she didn’t seem to have any trouble saying that she loved him so many different times. Though it shouldn’t be a surprise as she was drunk enough to be clear that she was thinking it. “Mmm, do I actually have to get out? I was pretty happy down here with your lips and hands all over me.”
“You actually have to get out,” Danny said, offering her a hand, and very pointedly ignoring his own erection. “And dry off and be warm and in bed and everything nice and comfy and we’ll figure out where you’re gonna scream your love for me in the morning. Maybe you can pull a romantic comedy and show up at my high school or something.” Hey, it was worth a shot, right?
She took the offered hand and for the moment was steady enough to get up and out of the tub. She, of course, noticed his erection, he couldn’t hide a thing in those wet briefs anyway. “Rom-com, got it. Gotta find a boombox and a song, and you’ve got to make sure you bring your passport with you on that day so you can prove you’re legal and I won’t have to go to jail.” If he really wanted to get by with his promise not to do anything with her while she was drunk he really shouldn’t have let her get close enough to touch him. It was only a matter of time before her hands were on him again and she was pushing at the limits of his control again. She wrapped an arm around his hips and ghosted her fingertips over his chest, stomach and sides, they eventually came to stop at the band of his soaked underwear. “And what about this?” she nipped at his closest earlobe. “What are we gonna do about this, hm?”
The noise that came from Danny’s throat was almost pained, her fingers both too close and not nearly close enough. His morals were there. He was sure of it. He had them. Somewhere. Fuck. He was Canadian. They had to be...had...somewhere… “Whatever you want,” he bit out. At the end of the day, really all he wanted to do was please her as much and as best as he could in hopes that maybe she’d actually for real keep him.
As drunk as she was, though the longer she had gone without something to drink the more her mind started to clear, it was at a glacial pace but it was happening, she was still Steph behind that clouded mind. And some part of her remembered that he said he had wished she was sober and she could remember what she thought he meant by that. Sure, it would have been wonderful to strip him of his wet underwear and have him there on the counter, watching them in the mirror hadn’t even occurred to her but that was just her more ordinary sexual history showing. But he was reluctant, even if he was very obviously tempted by her even in her current state.
“Shit.” she let out a sigh, shoulders sagging for a moment as she kissed his cheek sweetly and took her hands off him. “I’ll… I’ll save fucking your brains out for when we know I’ll remember it, because it’s worth remembering. Damnit, but it’s beautiful and I wanna… I need a towel.” she announced before moving to the counter and grabbing one from the top of the neatly folded pile and wrapping it around her. The bathroom had two sinks but one went unused so Steph’s mother had used the extra space for storage of her seemingly endless supply of towels.
Danny relaxed immediately, glad that they were both back on the same page here. He smiled and kissed her slowly once she had herself all wrapped up. “Thank you,” he whispered. Another kiss and he added, “this is why I love you, even when you’re drunk.” He pulled away to push a lock of hair behind her ear. “You wanna go find your most embarrassing pair of shorts for me to sleep in?” Soggy briefs weren’t gonna be a good option in bed and he really wanted to avoid being naked if he could. For sober Steph in the morning. A quick butt pinch to let her know that they were totally okay and he turned to start picking up the clothes she’d pretty much thrown all over the hallway.
She did have to smile but she wasn’t altogether pleased that she wasn’t currently being pressed against a wall or the floor or was bent over something while Danny took her roughly from behind. But there was always the morning she told herself, a morning that she was currently absolutely sure she would wake up to feeling no effects from the drinking she had been doing that evening. Something about being in an altered state made her endlessly confident and optimistic. It probably wouldn’t last. If she was lucky all she would have was a headache that could be solved if not by cuddles from Danny then a satisfying morning quicky.
“You’re gonna drip all over the place,” she pointed out, as she passed him in the hall. She felt wobbly in her own mind but she appeared steady on her feet. “I think you need pink shorts that say pink on the ass, what do you think?”
“I think so too,” he said, totally confident enough in his masculinity to rock some Pink, pink shorts. “Your mom gonna be okay if I leave my underwear drying on the edge of the tub?” It was a fair question. He wasn’t really sure what else he was gonna do with it. Stick it on a towel on the floor in her room maybe? That’d be probably more weird and awkward. He didn’t wanna think about that. Steph’s mom finding flashy men’s underwear in the bathroom was a way better option, especially because they could totally just be written off as Danny’s. He was pretty sure her mom knew they were fucking by this point. Had to be, right? It wasn’t like they were hiding it.
“I doubt she’d even notice, she’ll be dead to the world until at least two in the afternoon.” Her mother was a neat freak when she was fully awake but the woman worked so many long nights that it took a while for her to get back to being herself when she got off work. “But she’ll be okay. She’s pretty okay with it as long as we’re safe and you’re not some kind of negative influence.” She hadn’t liked a few of her boyfriends, usually the nicer ones which probably explained how she had married Steph’s father in the first place, but for the most part she trusted Steph. And really, after Dean the loser and the whole baby thing, it was probably nice for the both of them to see Steph happy. Danny really did make her happy.
She had shed her towel in her bedroom and pulled on a lilac, not as pretty in her mind but she liked a lot of shades that were near to eggplant, little nightgown. It was soft cotton lined with white lace, something that was probably too sweet and girly, from her point of view, to suit her, but it was comfortable. Also, after all the drinks she had she didn’t care much about fashion, which was probably a good thing as she set out the pink shorts for Danny when he came in before she flopped down onto her bed. She let out a contented sigh then spoke loud enough for him to hear. “I love my bed!”
Danny came back butt naked and not giving a single fuck about it right up until he saw her in that nightie. It wasn’t all sultry teddy or something frightening from a lingerie aisle that he’d have no idea how to work to get it off of her but it was still kinda, really sexy in its own right. Mostly the way it flattered her legs. He cleared his throat and pulled on the pink shorts before he flopped down next to her. Grabbing the covers to get them both in dark and warm and safe behind closed doors? Best idea ever. “I like your bed too. ‘Specially when I’m in it with you.”
She smiled in the dark, not that he could see it, but he had often made her smile when he wasn’t able to see it. Usually when she was at work or doing something at home and he would pop into her mind and she would sit there grinning like an idiot until she realized she had lost a minute or two like that. “Yeah,” she agreed, curling up close and pressing a kiss to his lips, pleased that she had found them. “We’ve done some of the best stuff on this bed. It’s a good soft bed. You know, I’ve been tempted to steal a shirt or a beanie or something and keep it under my pillow so the bed smells like you. That’s totally like sweet, right? Not crazy at all.”
“Totally sweet,” Danny confirmed. He kissed her again, let her settle in until she was comfortable and finally managed to relax. “If you don’t mind giving me a ride home in the morning, you can just keep the shirt and beanie I wore here.” He liked them both. The beanie in particular was his favourite, but he trusted she’d keep it safe.
Steph giggled softly, “You’re so cute, you still think you’re gonna get to leave. You don’t, by the way, if you were wondering. You’re staying right here, on the bed, next to me, forever. Or at least until we get hungry and have to raid the kitchen, but then we’ll be right back here and you’ll be staying here. I should have like, planned this all out before you came over. Got the handcuffs and the chains and everything all ready.”
Danny yawned deeply. “If you buy handcuffs, I will eagerly allow you to trap me in them for as long as you like so long as I get bathroom breaks.” He snuggled closer, half falling asleep. “I’ll even let you feed me strawberries if you want. Won’t complain if you mush cake in my face either.” Exhausted babbling was something Danny was good at. It’d been a long damn day. He was glad to just be done with it with her.
Maybe Danny wasn’t being the most coherent, muttering about cake and strawberries, which really could have made perfect sense to anyone other than Steph in that moment, but he was certainly cute. There were times she just wanted to hold him because he was being too damn adorable, this was one of those times and thankfully she was already curled up around him and was taking full advantage of it. At least until she figured out he had fallen asleep. She would join him soon enough, but first she placed a kiss on the top of his forehead and whispered softly enough that she wouldn’t wake him. “I love you, Danny Lubbe.”