Title: Untitled
By: boho-beata
Pairing: Danny/Flack
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Upon thy cheek I lay this zealous kiss, as seal to the indenture of my love.

"Can you feel it building, like a wave the ocean just can't control?" - Troy Bolton, High School Musical

"Upon thy cheek I lay this zealous kiss, as seal to the indenture of my love." -William Shakespeare in King John, Act ii, Sc.1

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It wasn't a fast thing, no, not at all. It was slow, painfully slow. Both were oblivious, because, really, there was no reason to notice it--it wasn't there yet.

It wasn't there the first time they met, the first time they acknowledged each other as more than co-workers, it wasn't there the first time they had an alcohol induced kiss, it wasn't even there when the alcohol wore off and they both knew what was going on, though neither stopped.

It wasn't there the morning after, nor was it there at the next kiss... or the next... or the next. The relationship that grew slowly wasn't based on it--no this relationship, this thing they were doing, it was based on compatability.

One played the blues, the greens, the purples. The other played all the reds, the yellows, the oranges. They played opposites, simply put. But when they mixed, when their colors, their personalites crossed paths, there was something. It wasn't it, but it was something. That something was what let them stay together, what got them through everything.

Something was what kept them together to let it grow.

Now, it... it grew from the time when the heated one stood a little too close to the blue flames of the stove. The cool one, the one with the blues, saw the flame crawl up on the other's shirt--and that little spark, that little flame, it caused him to come to a realization. There was something there, when there was a little disruption that prevented their future, a small stovetop flame, he saw it then. It was there.

For the other, the red, yellow, orange one, it took some time. He was the one with the fiery hands, the flaming tongue, the scorching skin, but he was not the one to throw himself, his trust, and his love in another's hands -- not without making sure the other would be there to catch it all, that is.

This one, he realized it out of his own stupidity. When he tried to push the other man's limits, he learned, without him, his life wasn't what he wanted. Asking another out on a date just angered the usually calm one and told the other, 3 strikes and he's gone.

That one statement... that's what made the melodramatic one's heart twinge with a small pain. From thense forth, he never tried his tricks again, he'd learned his lesson.

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Flack wrapped his arms around Danny from behind. after he had dropped the luggage down near the door. "Next time, Mac's sendin' Lindsay, not you."

Danny chuckled quietly. He was tired from dragging his luggage around and the 5 hour flight he'd just gotten off a little over an hour ago. "Why? Ya miss me?" He murmured, holding onto Flack's hands on his waist.

"Yeah," Flack said softly, kissing Danny's cheek.

"I missed ya too," Danny replied just as softly and leaned into Don.

Yeah, they had it.