Getting Domestic (Part 2)

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Title: Getting Domestic Part 2
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating: PG-ish (there's a nice kiss)
Summary: It's time to find out if Grace is alright about moving in with Steve
Genre: Schmoop/fluff really
Warnings: None in this part
Spoilers: None really
Word count:: ~ 1,300
Disclaimer: Don't have any rights, don't mean any harm, don't make any money.

It's at my A03 as well


Thanks to purple_spock who spent time out of her weekend to help me fix this up. She isn't responsible for any crappy-ness you may find in my writing.

A/N: A couple of weeks ago, 49 of the 50 states had snow, including Hawaii (Florida was the only state to miss it). Now, from what I understand, it was only on the mountains of Hawaii, however, for the purpose of this fic, it will snow everywhere. Also, I know Grace isn’t English, but I think since her mom is English she might say ‘mum’ instead of mom.

ho`opono – faithful 
Kahu – guardian
hoa - partner




Danny’s stuff was slowing migrating into Steve’s house but there was still a lot at the old apartment. They needed help from Kono and Chin to move all Danny’s furniture and everyone had been too tired after recent cases to spend a day moving the surprising amount of crap that had built up in Danny’s apartment. Danny also had the feeling that Steve was delaying some of the process in order to try to convince Danny that he didn’t need to keep the old couch (or any of the furniture Danny owned really).

But Grace’s new room was important and they had started painting it. Steve had taken her to pick out the paint because he wanted more time to get to know Grace and for her to get to know him. He’d called Rachel to ask if it was okay, and she had said yes, so, after Steve picked her up to spend the weekend with him and Danny, they picked up paint swatches from three different stores.

Danny was amazed by how quickly (and tightly) Grace had Steve wrapped around her little finger and he couldn’t help but laugh. She had brought home about four hundred of those paint swatches and buried Steve’s (his and Steve’s, he corrected himself; the whole situation was still surreal) table under colors with the most ridiculous names he’d ever seen. He had started to fuss at her for taking over the whole table (there was no place to put anything on it), but Steve had put a hand on his shoulder and asked Grace what she was thinking.

“Well, I’ve been thinking about it and talked to mum too,” she paused, her eyebrows furrowed. “I’ve thought about blue, but I like purple too. I think I’ll go with a nice lavender. Mum says dark colors make rooms look smaller, so we’ll want to go with something light. Plus, it’s supposed to be relaxing. When you’re stressed, you can go in my room to clear your head.”

Lavender, Danny shook his head. They’d taken all the furniture Steve found (or bought, Danny didn’t know because every time he’d asked, Steve had just said not to worry about it) for Grace’s room and put it in the living room, then covered the floor with a tarp and taped all the floorboards and the doorframes. All three of them were painting; Steve had said he would do it, but Grace had insisted on “helping” and Danny was buoyant whenever he was spending time with the both of them. He wasn’t even missing New Jersey today, though he’d be damned if he admitted it.

Steve walked over and stood behind Danny to see how that wall was coming, at least that was his pretense, anyway. He gave a surreptitious glance at Grace who was fastidiously using her brush to paint all the edges of the floorboards, before giving Danny a little touch on the arm and kissing his cheek. Danny could feel the heat from Steve’s body along his back and he closed his eyes and leaned back before he’d thought about what he was doing. It just felt so damn good resting against the solid wall Steve was. Steve brushed his lips along Danny’s neck briefly before walking a few steps.

“Danny?” Steve asked.

“Yeah?” he said and as he turned around, he felt something wet splatter the side of his face. Steve chuckled and Grace unsuccessfully tried to hide a giggle behind her hands.

“Oh you are going to pay for that!” Danny shot after Steve who was laughing too hard to get away. Danny rolled the paint over the side of Steve’s face and in no time they were all falling out laughing.

Danny and Steve were covered in purple paint; it was stuck in their hair, causing Danny’s to stick out and up all over the place (he just knew it; plus Steve kept grinning mischievously every time he looked at Danny’s hair). He started trying to comb it down a little, but Steve pressed his hand to still it. Grace giggled again.

“Alright monkey, your mom will be here in a bit to pick you up. We need to get you ready.” Her hands were covered in paint, but the rest of her was mostly clean, only a little bit on her cheek, so cleaning her up wasn’t too bad. As for him and Steve, he wasn’t sure how they’d ever get all the paint off themselves. Soon enough Rachel was pulling up to the house; it was always a little bereavement to watch Grace leave, though having Steve made it easier. He didn’t miss Grace any less when she was gone, but it was wonderful not to be alone, and Steve had a way of annoying him into a happier mood that defied logic.

“Bye Danno, love you!” Grace said. She gathered up her little bag, hugged him, and kissed him on the cheek; his heart smiled. She ran over to Steve then and he knelt down to receive and return her hug.

“Bye Kahu, keep being my Danno’s ho`opono hoa,” she said. Danny didn’t know what the words meant, but Steve looked stunned, embarrassed, possibly frightened and even happier than he’d looked when they’d decided to move in together. Grace was out the door in a flash. Rachel and Danny managed to exchange a few pleasantries before she left, but Steve was unusually silent and he still looked stunned even after Rachel was gone.

“You okay? What did she call you anyway?” he asked.

“I… well, she called me something like “guardian” and essentially told me to be your faithful partner. She’s something else, our Grace,” he paused, “Is it okay if I call her that? Our Grace, I mean, I know I’m not –” he broke off, giving Danny a pleading look, but it was unnecessary. Danny, after taking Steve’s face in his hands, brought their lips together because there was no better way to say what was in his heart.

Steve leaned down, curled one arm around Danny’s waist, and pulled him up against him, at the same time deepening the kiss. Steve was warm on this surprisingly chilly Hawaiian night and the urge to feel Steve’s bare chest was overwhelming. He skimmed his hands down Steve’s pecks and abdomen delighting in the shiver that followed his fingers.

His phone started ringing, and he sighed. He wouldn’t have answered it but since it was Rachel’s ringtone (which he had changed ‘You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch’ in an ode to Christmas and hadn’t yet bothered to change it) which meant it could be Grace.

“Danny speaking,” he said waiting to hear who it was.

“Danno, do you see? Can you believe it?” She sounded ridiculously excited, but he didn’t know to what she was referring.

“Do I see what, munchkin?”

“It’s SNOWING!”

“What?” He almost jumped and started for the window, motioning Steve to follow him so he’d stop looking so worried.

“Snowing, Danno, do you see it?” He couldn’t believe his eyes and thought it might be a trick so he opened the door and walked outside, Steve right behind him.

“I don’t believe it,” he said, more to himself than anyone else.

“But it’s true, don’t you see it?” asked Grace.

“I see it, I’m just so surprised,” he said.

“I thought you’d like that. I think it’s snowing for you. Well alright, love you Danno,” she said.

“Danno loves you too,” he said and she hung up. He turned to Steve, who was also looking up at the sky, snow falling on his face and hair.
“I know it won’t stick to the ground, but it’s really wonderful to see the snow. I never thought I’d miss that since it was always such a pain, but I do. Grace said she thinks it’s for me.” It took Steve a little longer to respond than usual.

“I think she’s right,” he said finally. And then he looked at Danny who had been watching the snow land and melt on Steve’s hair and face. “Welcome home Danno.”

(Watchtower ... I mean Master List)

Comments

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I don't know what OOC means (I still feel new to fanfic and there is a lot of the language I haven't yet learned), but I'm guessing "fluffy" and/or "super beyond what is possible perfect", or "over the top", lol. Which, it totally is.

I'm sure they'll be more. When I started this, I thought it was a one shot, but it threatened me at point of imaginary baseball bat to write more. So I happily oblige.