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Fic: We Go Together (Ice&Lines-verse, AU, FRM)
Fic: We Go Together (Ice&Lines'verse)
Title: We Go Together
Author: Kathie
Series: Ice&Lines
Fandoms: CSI:NY, Stargate:Atlantis, Stargate:SG1 (mentioned)
Rating: FRM
Pairing: Danny/Don, Danny/Lindsay
Warnings: Disclaimer: Not mine and not even my fault.
Beta: Ginny.
Summary: Danny has a few personal difficulties to overcome.
Author’s Notes: Dedicated to Ginny, who is an awesome and amazing friend. The best friend one can have. Also, this is in honor of the pretty jersey with the #20 on the back.
I don’t want to admit it, but this time, the title is stolen from a song from Grease.
***
They were at center ice stretching quietly when Danny carefully looked around. He made sure that nobody was paying special attention to them, and muttered,: "You want to come over to have dinner with us tonight?"
Don looked up sharply. "What?" he asked, confusion written clearly all over his face.
Danny shrugged. "Lindsay's cooking. She said to invite you over."
Don hesitated. "Nah," he then said with a half-shrug. "You two go ahead and spend some quality time together. I'll…I have things to do. Laundry. You know."
Danny frowned. "Don?" he asked. "Are you feeling okay?"
Don nodded quickly. "Of course," he answered with a small laugh. "You worry too much, Dan."
"I'm not worried," Danny deflected. "I'm just surprised. You sure you don't want to join us? Free food?"
Don shook his head. "Maybe next time," he offered. "Besides, between you and Lindsay, I'm almost afraid of the menu, anyways."
Danny chuckled. "Chicken," he teased. "It really wasn't that bad."
"It was spiders," Don corrected.
Danny got to his feet and skated a circle around him. "It was good," he laughed. "Come on, admit it, you regret not having tried it."
Don opened his mouth, but before he could reply, Lorne stopped next to them. "You two talking about food, again?" he asked, amusement glinting in his eyes.
"What else?" Danny grinned back. "There are only two things to talk about right now: food and Miami." He smirked. "Is it true that Delko broke his hand trying to hit someone?"
Lorne shook his head. "Not that I know of," he answered. "Who did he try to hit?"
"Teal'C, of the Cheyenne team," Danny revealed. "The guy just raised his eyebrow at Delko and skated off."
"That sounds like T," Lorne laughed.
**
Don let his shoulders slump as the hot water washed the sweat off his body. Spending an evening alone at home was not exactly his favorite pastime, but it was better than joining Danny and Lindsay for an awkward dinner with stilted conversation. And he was sure that would be the result, should he accept their invitation. He and Lindsay had found a way to coexist with both getting what they wanted, and it was a system that worked, albeit mostly by ignoring the other one's existence.
And now this? He sighed. He had Danny on all the nights when they were on the road - even when half of the time they were exhausted enough just to drop into bed and fall asleep. And Lindsay? Lindsay had him every other day of the year, including the off-season.
Don tipped his head back and let the water run over his face. There was no doubt that she loved Danny, very much so.
Lindsay deserved to spend some time with Danny too. Don didn't want to steal that from her. Danny and Lindsay both deserved a bit of happiness together.
He snorted softly at that thought. Luckily he was the last one in the showers and even more luckily, nobody could read his thoughts - especially Dean, who would tease him mercilessly about his "chick flick-moment."
He shook his head and turned off the water. Wrapping a towel around his hips, he stepped into the locker room - and yelped in surprise when he noticed Lindsay.
"What are you doing here?" he asked and reached for his shirt, doing his best to calm his racing heart. "Danny already left."
"I know," she calmly answered and quickly glanced in his direction before looking down again. "I talked to him briefly."
"So, what are you still doing here?" Don repeated his earlier question and slipped his shirt over his head. His skin wasn't completely dry yet, and the material of his shirt stuck to it until he yanked firmly, hiding the scars on his chest and stomach.
"I wanted to talk to you," she admitted, still not looking at him. "And I never got the chance."
He was sure that she had seen the scars and he didn't know if she wasn't looking at him to give him some privacy or because she was disgusted. "What do you want to talk about?" he asked and sat down to pull on socks and underwear. He didn't dare look at her - he was sure she was disgusted, and that she was here to tell him that their arrangement wasn't valid anymore; that she wanted more, that he was in her way...
"I don't know. Everything. Anything." Lindsay shrugged. "I want to get to know you."
Don frowned. "Why?" he asked and grabbed his pants.
Lindsay quickly looked up before averting her gaze again. "Because you mean so much to Danny," she said. "Because I don't know that much about you. Because I want to know you better." She blushed. "Because I want someone to compare notes about Danny with."
Don laughed, despite himself. "Okay," he reluctantly agreed. "We can do that."
Her sudden and wide smile caught him somewhat as a surprise.
"So you'll come over for dinner? I promise, no bugs."
He hesitated. "Don't you want to spend some time with Danny? Alone?" he then asked.
Lindsay stared at him. "What?"
"I mean..." Don hesitated. "Don't you want..." He shrugged embarrassedly.
Lindsay grinned slightly. "We want you to join us for dinner," she repeated. "Don't worry about Danny and me. We really want you there. Both of us."
She stood up and brushed the hair out of her face. "I'm going to drag him to Montana as soon as the season's over," she revealed. "I'll have plenty of him then."
Don laughed and pulled on his shoes. "Does he know about your plans?" he asked.
Lindsay shook her head. "No, he doesn't. You know Danny."
"Yeah," Don nodded in understanding. "He would've complained about it already. A lot. Even if he liked the idea."
"Exactly."
Lindsay grinned triumphantly, and Don found himself actually enjoying talking to her.
"Okay, then," he agreed reluctantly. "Dinner. What time do you want me stopping by?"
"Seven," she answered promptly. "Perfect. Really looking forward to it!"
**
"Should I be afraid?" Danny called out when they walked toward where he was leaning against his car.
"Afraid?" Lindsay asked. "Of what?"
"My girlfriends are conspiring," Danny laughed and ducked away from Lindsay's slap. He looked at Don. "Did she convince you to join us for dinner?"
Don hesitated. "Yes," she admitted reluctantly. "If you really want."
"Great!" Danny bounced on his feet and grinned from ear to ear. "We'll see you tonight then!"
Don nodded, answered Lindsay's smile, waved and walked off, towards his own car.
**
"You know what?" Danny asked and rolled around until he faced Lindsay. The blankets slipped down his body, revealing strong muscles under smooth skin.
"What?" Lindsay asked and smiled sleepily at him.
They had shared a wonderful dinner, just the two of them and Don, and then had curled up in the living room to watch a movie. It had been a wonderful evening, just like Lindsay had hoped it would be. And then, as soon as Don had left, they’d ended up here, in Danny’s bed.
Danny smiled and kissed her collarbone softly. "If we win this one, I'll ask you to marry me. And I'd love you to say yes."
Lindsay hesitated. "What about Don?" she then wanted to know, but she didn't move away from him.
Danny hesitated. "I love him," he answered honestly and moved his lips down her body. "But, I love you too. Do you want me to stop seeing him?"
Lindsay squirmed slightly, and Danny took the chance to kiss along one of her breasts. "Do you?" he whispered against her warm skin.
She frowned at his question. "What do you want me to say?" she asked and pulled the blanket up again.
"Just what you want to," Danny promised and leaned up on his elbow. "Do you want me to commit to you?"
"Danny," she said slowly and sat up, the blankets now firmly wrapped around her body. "Why do you want to marry me so suddenly? What would Don think? Besides, I didn't say yes yet."
"But you will say yes?" he asked, looking at her with his best puppy dog expression.
Lindsay turned away from him. "You're just saying that because you want me to cheer for your team," she accused.
Danny grinned and followed her move. He kissed her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her in a gentle hug. "Does that mean you'll say yes?" he asked.
Lindsay sighed, but she nodded.
**
“Don, are you home? I need to talk to you. Don?”
Don rolled around in his bed and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. “What?” he muttered sleepily and glanced at the alarm clock.
It was four in the morning.
“I hope it’s important,” he murmured as he picked his way to his front door and opened it. Too late it occurred to him that he still was only dressed in his boxers and an old t-shirt.
However, his late-night visitor, Lindsay, didn’t pay too much attention to his attire.
“I need to talk to you, it’s important,” she said. “Can I come in, please?”
Don just stepped aside. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “Why didn’t you just try to call me?”
“I left my cell phone at Danny’s,” she said and ran both hands through her hair. “Don, I’m sorry I woke you up, but I don’t know what to do.”
Lindsay, he now noticed, wasn’t in a better state of dress than he was. She was wearing comfortable pants and a t-shirt that was too long and too wide on her slender frame.
Don swallowed thickly as he recognized it. It was the t-shirt Danny had been wearing the day before. It didn’t matter that, rationally, he knew that Danny was sleeping with Lindsay, facing evidence of it like this still bothered him slightly.
He shook his head to clear it and went to his small kitchen to get her a glass of water. “What happened?” he then asked.
“It’s Danny,” she revealed. “He proposed to me.”
Don stared at her for a moment. “He what?” he finally managed to ask.
“He said he’s going to ask me to marry him if you win the game next week, and he wants me to say yes! Don, what am I supposed to do?”
Don frowned. He had known that Danny had played with the thought of asking her this important question, but he hadn’t thought he would do it so soon, so suddenly.
“Don’t you love him?” he asked and reached out to rub a hand soothingly over her back. She leaned into his touch with a small shrug. “Of course,” she replied indignantly.
“But why now?”
Don snorted. “He loves you, you love him, where is the problem?”
“The problem,” Lindsay answered and finally looked at him, “is you.”
“Me?”
“You. I thought Danny loved you. How can he ask me to marry him if he loves you?”
Don shrugged. “He loves you too, you know,” he pointed out. “But yeah, you might want to want to prepare for the fact that your husband-to-be isn’t going to change suddenly and become monogamous.”
“But how can he say he loves me, then?” Lindsay shook her head. “That doesn’t make sense!”
Don laughed. “It never bothered you before. Besides, it’s Danny, of course it doesn’t make sense. He thinks differently. What do you think makes him such a good hockey player?”
“Quick feet, soft hands, good eyes,” Lindsay answered tiredly. “What am I supposed to do?”
“Your decision,” Don shrugged. “If you want to become Mrs. Messer, you say yes. If you don’t, you say no.”
“What about you?” she asked and leaned against him.
“Me?” Don laughed softly. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be okay.”
“You love him too,” Lindsay pointed out around a yawn. “How can you give him up like this? It’s not fair.”
Don shrugged. “It’s up to you,” he said quietly.
“He should ask you to marry him.”
“He won’t. It would sabotage his career and mine. It’s not worth the risk.”
“Love should always be worth the risk,” Lindsay murmured. “This sucks.”
“Yeah,” Don sighed. “But it’s four in the morning, I have practice tomorrow, and you should be at Danny’s, sleeping.”
Lindsay blushed. “I left my stuff…” she hesitantly revealed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to do.”
Don sighed. “If you promise to keep to your half, I can offer you half a bed.”
“Depends,” she smiled. “Do you snore as much as Danny?”
“You just have to poke him to turn on his side, and the snoring stops, at least for a while,” Don answered.
Lindsay giggled. “I have to try that,” she said. “Thank you, Don.”
“Welcome,” he grumbled. “What, are you coming or what?”
She nodded and let him pull her to her feet, and before he knew what was happening, she had hugged him tightly.
“You’re a good friend, Don.”
“Go to bed,” he simply answered.
She nodded and went to curl up under the blankets. She smiled softly and stole one of Don’s pillows.
Moments later, he joined her.
“What?” she murmured and curled towards him, despite his warnings to stay on her side.
“Called Dan,” Don explained. “Give me my pillow back. Take his.”
He tossed a pillow in her general direction, and Lindsay giggled and tossed his pillow back at him.
Lindsay had started to doze off when there was a door opened and closed, and Don shifted and whispered: “Took you long enough.”
“Sorry,” Danny muttered. “You two okay?”
“Yeah,” Don agreed and lifted the blankets. “What did you think would happen here, anyways?”
Danny crawled into the bed with them, rolled over Don and kissed him gently. “I love you.”
“You too,” Don answered. “Don’t wake up your bride.”
“’m awake,” Lindsay slurred and waited until Danny had settled between them before rolling around and kissing his chest softly. “This I can get used to,” she whispered. “We should get a big bed when we get married. Enough room for all of us.”
Danny was silent for a moment, then he hugged her tightly. “I love you too,” he said. “You’ll see, it’s going to be great.”
“Yeah,” she agreed. “Night.”
“Night, Lindsay. Night, Don.”
Danny held her close and reached out to entwine his hand with Don’s.
“Night, Don,” Lindsay echoed.
“Night,” Don grumbled. “Dan, stop stealing my blanket.”
“Not me,” Danny answered. “Lindsay.”
Don yanked firmly, and moments later, they all were quiet and asleep.
End.
Title: We Go Together
Author: Kathie
Series: Ice&Lines
Fandoms: CSI:NY, Stargate:Atlantis, Stargate:SG1 (mentioned)
Rating: FRM
Pairing: Danny/Don, Danny/Lindsay
Warnings: Disclaimer: Not mine and not even my fault.
Beta: Ginny.
Summary: Danny has a few personal difficulties to overcome.
Author’s Notes: Dedicated to Ginny, who is an awesome and amazing friend. The best friend one can have. Also, this is in honor of the pretty jersey with the #20 on the back.
I don’t want to admit it, but this time, the title is stolen from a song from Grease.
***
They were at center ice stretching quietly when Danny carefully looked around. He made sure that nobody was paying special attention to them, and muttered,: "You want to come over to have dinner with us tonight?"
Don looked up sharply. "What?" he asked, confusion written clearly all over his face.
Danny shrugged. "Lindsay's cooking. She said to invite you over."
Don hesitated. "Nah," he then said with a half-shrug. "You two go ahead and spend some quality time together. I'll…I have things to do. Laundry. You know."
Danny frowned. "Don?" he asked. "Are you feeling okay?"
Don nodded quickly. "Of course," he answered with a small laugh. "You worry too much, Dan."
"I'm not worried," Danny deflected. "I'm just surprised. You sure you don't want to join us? Free food?"
Don shook his head. "Maybe next time," he offered. "Besides, between you and Lindsay, I'm almost afraid of the menu, anyways."
Danny chuckled. "Chicken," he teased. "It really wasn't that bad."
"It was spiders," Don corrected.
Danny got to his feet and skated a circle around him. "It was good," he laughed. "Come on, admit it, you regret not having tried it."
Don opened his mouth, but before he could reply, Lorne stopped next to them. "You two talking about food, again?" he asked, amusement glinting in his eyes.
"What else?" Danny grinned back. "There are only two things to talk about right now: food and Miami." He smirked. "Is it true that Delko broke his hand trying to hit someone?"
Lorne shook his head. "Not that I know of," he answered. "Who did he try to hit?"
"Teal'C, of the Cheyenne team," Danny revealed. "The guy just raised his eyebrow at Delko and skated off."
"That sounds like T," Lorne laughed.
**
Don let his shoulders slump as the hot water washed the sweat off his body. Spending an evening alone at home was not exactly his favorite pastime, but it was better than joining Danny and Lindsay for an awkward dinner with stilted conversation. And he was sure that would be the result, should he accept their invitation. He and Lindsay had found a way to coexist with both getting what they wanted, and it was a system that worked, albeit mostly by ignoring the other one's existence.
And now this? He sighed. He had Danny on all the nights when they were on the road - even when half of the time they were exhausted enough just to drop into bed and fall asleep. And Lindsay? Lindsay had him every other day of the year, including the off-season.
Don tipped his head back and let the water run over his face. There was no doubt that she loved Danny, very much so.
Lindsay deserved to spend some time with Danny too. Don didn't want to steal that from her. Danny and Lindsay both deserved a bit of happiness together.
He snorted softly at that thought. Luckily he was the last one in the showers and even more luckily, nobody could read his thoughts - especially Dean, who would tease him mercilessly about his "chick flick-moment."
He shook his head and turned off the water. Wrapping a towel around his hips, he stepped into the locker room - and yelped in surprise when he noticed Lindsay.
"What are you doing here?" he asked and reached for his shirt, doing his best to calm his racing heart. "Danny already left."
"I know," she calmly answered and quickly glanced in his direction before looking down again. "I talked to him briefly."
"So, what are you still doing here?" Don repeated his earlier question and slipped his shirt over his head. His skin wasn't completely dry yet, and the material of his shirt stuck to it until he yanked firmly, hiding the scars on his chest and stomach.
"I wanted to talk to you," she admitted, still not looking at him. "And I never got the chance."
He was sure that she had seen the scars and he didn't know if she wasn't looking at him to give him some privacy or because she was disgusted. "What do you want to talk about?" he asked and sat down to pull on socks and underwear. He didn't dare look at her - he was sure she was disgusted, and that she was here to tell him that their arrangement wasn't valid anymore; that she wanted more, that he was in her way...
"I don't know. Everything. Anything." Lindsay shrugged. "I want to get to know you."
Don frowned. "Why?" he asked and grabbed his pants.
Lindsay quickly looked up before averting her gaze again. "Because you mean so much to Danny," she said. "Because I don't know that much about you. Because I want to know you better." She blushed. "Because I want someone to compare notes about Danny with."
Don laughed, despite himself. "Okay," he reluctantly agreed. "We can do that."
Her sudden and wide smile caught him somewhat as a surprise.
"So you'll come over for dinner? I promise, no bugs."
He hesitated. "Don't you want to spend some time with Danny? Alone?" he then asked.
Lindsay stared at him. "What?"
"I mean..." Don hesitated. "Don't you want..." He shrugged embarrassedly.
Lindsay grinned slightly. "We want you to join us for dinner," she repeated. "Don't worry about Danny and me. We really want you there. Both of us."
She stood up and brushed the hair out of her face. "I'm going to drag him to Montana as soon as the season's over," she revealed. "I'll have plenty of him then."
Don laughed and pulled on his shoes. "Does he know about your plans?" he asked.
Lindsay shook her head. "No, he doesn't. You know Danny."
"Yeah," Don nodded in understanding. "He would've complained about it already. A lot. Even if he liked the idea."
"Exactly."
Lindsay grinned triumphantly, and Don found himself actually enjoying talking to her.
"Okay, then," he agreed reluctantly. "Dinner. What time do you want me stopping by?"
"Seven," she answered promptly. "Perfect. Really looking forward to it!"
**
"Should I be afraid?" Danny called out when they walked toward where he was leaning against his car.
"Afraid?" Lindsay asked. "Of what?"
"My girlfriends are conspiring," Danny laughed and ducked away from Lindsay's slap. He looked at Don. "Did she convince you to join us for dinner?"
Don hesitated. "Yes," she admitted reluctantly. "If you really want."
"Great!" Danny bounced on his feet and grinned from ear to ear. "We'll see you tonight then!"
Don nodded, answered Lindsay's smile, waved and walked off, towards his own car.
**
"You know what?" Danny asked and rolled around until he faced Lindsay. The blankets slipped down his body, revealing strong muscles under smooth skin.
"What?" Lindsay asked and smiled sleepily at him.
They had shared a wonderful dinner, just the two of them and Don, and then had curled up in the living room to watch a movie. It had been a wonderful evening, just like Lindsay had hoped it would be. And then, as soon as Don had left, they’d ended up here, in Danny’s bed.
Danny smiled and kissed her collarbone softly. "If we win this one, I'll ask you to marry me. And I'd love you to say yes."
Lindsay hesitated. "What about Don?" she then wanted to know, but she didn't move away from him.
Danny hesitated. "I love him," he answered honestly and moved his lips down her body. "But, I love you too. Do you want me to stop seeing him?"
Lindsay squirmed slightly, and Danny took the chance to kiss along one of her breasts. "Do you?" he whispered against her warm skin.
She frowned at his question. "What do you want me to say?" she asked and pulled the blanket up again.
"Just what you want to," Danny promised and leaned up on his elbow. "Do you want me to commit to you?"
"Danny," she said slowly and sat up, the blankets now firmly wrapped around her body. "Why do you want to marry me so suddenly? What would Don think? Besides, I didn't say yes yet."
"But you will say yes?" he asked, looking at her with his best puppy dog expression.
Lindsay turned away from him. "You're just saying that because you want me to cheer for your team," she accused.
Danny grinned and followed her move. He kissed her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her in a gentle hug. "Does that mean you'll say yes?" he asked.
Lindsay sighed, but she nodded.
**
“Don, are you home? I need to talk to you. Don?”
Don rolled around in his bed and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. “What?” he muttered sleepily and glanced at the alarm clock.
It was four in the morning.
“I hope it’s important,” he murmured as he picked his way to his front door and opened it. Too late it occurred to him that he still was only dressed in his boxers and an old t-shirt.
However, his late-night visitor, Lindsay, didn’t pay too much attention to his attire.
“I need to talk to you, it’s important,” she said. “Can I come in, please?”
Don just stepped aside. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “Why didn’t you just try to call me?”
“I left my cell phone at Danny’s,” she said and ran both hands through her hair. “Don, I’m sorry I woke you up, but I don’t know what to do.”
Lindsay, he now noticed, wasn’t in a better state of dress than he was. She was wearing comfortable pants and a t-shirt that was too long and too wide on her slender frame.
Don swallowed thickly as he recognized it. It was the t-shirt Danny had been wearing the day before. It didn’t matter that, rationally, he knew that Danny was sleeping with Lindsay, facing evidence of it like this still bothered him slightly.
He shook his head to clear it and went to his small kitchen to get her a glass of water. “What happened?” he then asked.
“It’s Danny,” she revealed. “He proposed to me.”
Don stared at her for a moment. “He what?” he finally managed to ask.
“He said he’s going to ask me to marry him if you win the game next week, and he wants me to say yes! Don, what am I supposed to do?”
Don frowned. He had known that Danny had played with the thought of asking her this important question, but he hadn’t thought he would do it so soon, so suddenly.
“Don’t you love him?” he asked and reached out to rub a hand soothingly over her back. She leaned into his touch with a small shrug. “Of course,” she replied indignantly.
“But why now?”
Don snorted. “He loves you, you love him, where is the problem?”
“The problem,” Lindsay answered and finally looked at him, “is you.”
“Me?”
“You. I thought Danny loved you. How can he ask me to marry him if he loves you?”
Don shrugged. “He loves you too, you know,” he pointed out. “But yeah, you might want to want to prepare for the fact that your husband-to-be isn’t going to change suddenly and become monogamous.”
“But how can he say he loves me, then?” Lindsay shook her head. “That doesn’t make sense!”
Don laughed. “It never bothered you before. Besides, it’s Danny, of course it doesn’t make sense. He thinks differently. What do you think makes him such a good hockey player?”
“Quick feet, soft hands, good eyes,” Lindsay answered tiredly. “What am I supposed to do?”
“Your decision,” Don shrugged. “If you want to become Mrs. Messer, you say yes. If you don’t, you say no.”
“What about you?” she asked and leaned against him.
“Me?” Don laughed softly. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be okay.”
“You love him too,” Lindsay pointed out around a yawn. “How can you give him up like this? It’s not fair.”
Don shrugged. “It’s up to you,” he said quietly.
“He should ask you to marry him.”
“He won’t. It would sabotage his career and mine. It’s not worth the risk.”
“Love should always be worth the risk,” Lindsay murmured. “This sucks.”
“Yeah,” Don sighed. “But it’s four in the morning, I have practice tomorrow, and you should be at Danny’s, sleeping.”
Lindsay blushed. “I left my stuff…” she hesitantly revealed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to do.”
Don sighed. “If you promise to keep to your half, I can offer you half a bed.”
“Depends,” she smiled. “Do you snore as much as Danny?”
“You just have to poke him to turn on his side, and the snoring stops, at least for a while,” Don answered.
Lindsay giggled. “I have to try that,” she said. “Thank you, Don.”
“Welcome,” he grumbled. “What, are you coming or what?”
She nodded and let him pull her to her feet, and before he knew what was happening, she had hugged him tightly.
“You’re a good friend, Don.”
“Go to bed,” he simply answered.
She nodded and went to curl up under the blankets. She smiled softly and stole one of Don’s pillows.
Moments later, he joined her.
“What?” she murmured and curled towards him, despite his warnings to stay on her side.
“Called Dan,” Don explained. “Give me my pillow back. Take his.”
He tossed a pillow in her general direction, and Lindsay giggled and tossed his pillow back at him.
Lindsay had started to doze off when there was a door opened and closed, and Don shifted and whispered: “Took you long enough.”
“Sorry,” Danny muttered. “You two okay?”
“Yeah,” Don agreed and lifted the blankets. “What did you think would happen here, anyways?”
Danny crawled into the bed with them, rolled over Don and kissed him gently. “I love you.”
“You too,” Don answered. “Don’t wake up your bride.”
“’m awake,” Lindsay slurred and waited until Danny had settled between them before rolling around and kissing his chest softly. “This I can get used to,” she whispered. “We should get a big bed when we get married. Enough room for all of us.”
Danny was silent for a moment, then he hugged her tightly. “I love you too,” he said. “You’ll see, it’s going to be great.”
“Yeah,” she agreed. “Night.”
“Night, Lindsay. Night, Don.”
Danny held her close and reached out to entwine his hand with Don’s.
“Night, Don,” Lindsay echoed.
“Night,” Don grumbled. “Dan, stop stealing my blanket.”
“Not me,” Danny answered. “Lindsay.”
Don yanked firmly, and moments later, they all were quiet and asleep.
End.