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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-09-04 11:47 pm
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Danny/Sofia - What Counts
Fandom: CSI/CSI:NY
Title: What Counts
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT/PG-13
Characters: Danny Messer/Sofia Curtis
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coclaim100 Prompt: 002. Kiss
fivebyfiction Prompt: Love
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Danny and Sofia's first kiss.
Author's Note: Written fordarkmagic_luvr in response to the First Kisses meme. This was kinda fun to write, actually.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of the CSIverse. They're owned by CBS. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
She doesn’t count the first time Danny kissed her as their first kiss.
Not that it wasn’t great or anything it just—it didn’t count.
First of all, they were both drunk. Usually people try to forget the things they do when they’re drunk, and Sofia was no exception. It didn’t get much further than the kiss itself, which was a good thing, because the kiss—while enjoyable to her drunk frame of mind—wasn’t exactly the greatest. It was actually kinda sloppy and messy—and it just wasn’t something she wanted to remember. Or count as a first kiss.
It took her a while to get to a kiss that she really could consider a good first kiss. Every other time he kissed her after that, there was too much—rush—involved. There was more of the message of clothesoffnow than anything more—substantial—so she had decided long ago that those didn’t count either. She wasn’t sure exactly what the criteria for the first kiss that actually counted was going to be, and she probably had a feeling she wouldn’t know until it happened, so for right now, she was just going with the flow and wait for some kind of sign that she and Danny were doing something right and their relationship wasn’t going to be just a purely physical one.
That answer came in the middle of a fight, actually. It hadn’t actually started on the subject of the two of them, it had started on more middle ground. What exactly that middle ground was, she couldn’t remember, but that wasn’t really the important thing, because the fight ended with being about them. In fact, it was her fault it ended up being about them.
“—and I mean—Jesus, Danny, what are we doing?”
“What does it look like we’re doing? We’re in the middle of the fight. Stop changing the subject.”
“Not that she groaned, burying her face in her hands. “What are we doing?”
The pissed off look on Danny’s face faded slightly, and he frowned. “I don’t follow you.”
“Are we just screwing around, or is this actually going somewhere, or what? Because if this is going somewhere, I want it to go somewhere, and if it isn’t—well, I think I’m getting a bit old to be just screwing around. We both are.”
Danny didn’t say anything, just watched her for a minute. From the look on his face, she could tell he was trying to figure out what to tell her, and she had a feeling it wasn’t in her favor. She just shook her head, before turning around and starting to walk away.
“Hey, wait!” he protested, starting to follow her. When she didn’t slow down, he spoke up again. “Where are you going?”
“Just leave me alone, Danny.”
She headed outside, oblivious to whether he was still following her or not. The cold New York City winter hit her like a slap in the face and she shivered slightly, but not enough to stop her. She just kept walking, pausing only when she felt something heavy and warm coming down on her shoulders.
“Jesus, Sofia, you wanna freeze to death?”
She looked over at the jacket he had slung around her shoulders, and gave him a confused look. “What do you want, Danny?”
“You were too wrapped up in what you thought you were going to hear, to listen to what I had to say.”
“And you’re going to tell me something different?” she asked, raising an eyebrow as she turned to face him, but not taking the jacket off. It was still warm from his body and she had a feeling that he had probably just taken it right off and plopped it on her. In fact, he was probably freezing, which meant that she might have been wrong about the way this was going. She had a feeling that Danny Messer wasn’t the kind of guy who gave up his jacket just for a girl he was having fun with.
“I dunno—” he shrugged, “—I can’t read minds and I sure as hell can’t read you.”
“Then just spit it out already.”
She watched him as he moved closer to her slowly, almost as though she was some kind of caged animal he was going to spook. He took her arms gently and then leaned down to kiss her.
This kiss was different than probably any other way he had ever kissed her. There wasn’t really any lust behind it—there was a little, she supposed it couldn’t be helped—and there was something else to it as well. It was gentle, almost, and she was taken aback a bit. She didn’t know he could actually be this way, and it was kind of—nice.
That one, she decided, actually counted.
Title: What Counts
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT/PG-13
Characters: Danny Messer/Sofia Curtis
coclaim100 Prompt: 002. Kissfivebyfiction Prompt: LoveContent Warning: N/A
Summary: Danny and Sofia's first kiss.
Author's Note: Written for
darkmagic_luvr in response to the First Kisses meme. This was kinda fun to write, actually. Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of the CSIverse. They're owned by CBS. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
She doesn’t count the first time Danny kissed her as their first kiss.
Not that it wasn’t great or anything it just—it didn’t count.
First of all, they were both drunk. Usually people try to forget the things they do when they’re drunk, and Sofia was no exception. It didn’t get much further than the kiss itself, which was a good thing, because the kiss—while enjoyable to her drunk frame of mind—wasn’t exactly the greatest. It was actually kinda sloppy and messy—and it just wasn’t something she wanted to remember. Or count as a first kiss.
It took her a while to get to a kiss that she really could consider a good first kiss. Every other time he kissed her after that, there was too much—rush—involved. There was more of the message of clothesoffnow than anything more—substantial—so she had decided long ago that those didn’t count either. She wasn’t sure exactly what the criteria for the first kiss that actually counted was going to be, and she probably had a feeling she wouldn’t know until it happened, so for right now, she was just going with the flow and wait for some kind of sign that she and Danny were doing something right and their relationship wasn’t going to be just a purely physical one.
That answer came in the middle of a fight, actually. It hadn’t actually started on the subject of the two of them, it had started on more middle ground. What exactly that middle ground was, she couldn’t remember, but that wasn’t really the important thing, because the fight ended with being about them. In fact, it was her fault it ended up being about them.
“—and I mean—Jesus, Danny, what are we doing?”
“What does it look like we’re doing? We’re in the middle of the fight. Stop changing the subject.”
“Not that she groaned, burying her face in her hands. “What are we doing?”
The pissed off look on Danny’s face faded slightly, and he frowned. “I don’t follow you.”
“Are we just screwing around, or is this actually going somewhere, or what? Because if this is going somewhere, I want it to go somewhere, and if it isn’t—well, I think I’m getting a bit old to be just screwing around. We both are.”
Danny didn’t say anything, just watched her for a minute. From the look on his face, she could tell he was trying to figure out what to tell her, and she had a feeling it wasn’t in her favor. She just shook her head, before turning around and starting to walk away.
“Hey, wait!” he protested, starting to follow her. When she didn’t slow down, he spoke up again. “Where are you going?”
“Just leave me alone, Danny.”
She headed outside, oblivious to whether he was still following her or not. The cold New York City winter hit her like a slap in the face and she shivered slightly, but not enough to stop her. She just kept walking, pausing only when she felt something heavy and warm coming down on her shoulders.
“Jesus, Sofia, you wanna freeze to death?”
She looked over at the jacket he had slung around her shoulders, and gave him a confused look. “What do you want, Danny?”
“You were too wrapped up in what you thought you were going to hear, to listen to what I had to say.”
“And you’re going to tell me something different?” she asked, raising an eyebrow as she turned to face him, but not taking the jacket off. It was still warm from his body and she had a feeling that he had probably just taken it right off and plopped it on her. In fact, he was probably freezing, which meant that she might have been wrong about the way this was going. She had a feeling that Danny Messer wasn’t the kind of guy who gave up his jacket just for a girl he was having fun with.
“I dunno—” he shrugged, “—I can’t read minds and I sure as hell can’t read you.”
“Then just spit it out already.”
She watched him as he moved closer to her slowly, almost as though she was some kind of caged animal he was going to spook. He took her arms gently and then leaned down to kiss her.
This kiss was different than probably any other way he had ever kissed her. There wasn’t really any lust behind it—there was a little, she supposed it couldn’t be helped—and there was something else to it as well. It was gentle, almost, and she was taken aback a bit. She didn’t know he could actually be this way, and it was kind of—nice.
That one, she decided, actually counted.