Lucky

Jan 14, 2011 02:42



Title: Lucky
Series: Heart Grenade
Pairing: Danny/Adam
Rating: T
Word Count: 1038
POV: Adam


It starts out with a look.

You know, the look. The one that sticks with you all day after someone sends it your way. It’s the one you dream about, the one you want to see night after night, even if it is only in figments of your imagination.

Sometimes I feel a little like a preteen girl, the way I can’t get my heart to calm down after getting one of those looks from him.

Not to mention it’s just flirting, which makes me feel stupid. He doesn’t like me. He wouldn’t like me if he knew all about my flaws and my insecurities. Scratch that, he knows about those. He has this way of coaxing that out of me, better than anyone I’ve ever known. Even better than the shrink my dad made me go to because he thought I wasn’t right in the head.

Back to the point.

He can’t like me. Not like that. I’ve been with other guys, yeah, but none that get under my skin like he can. But no, he isn’t like me. I haven’t been ‘with’ him, not even alone in my apartment with him.

Not to mention the nickname he bestowed upon me my second week of work. Buddy. I’ll never be anything more than that; a ‘buddy’. Someone he can hang out with. After all, he’s got his ‘Montana’.

Listen to me; I’m jealous of a woman.

Oh god, he’s saying my name.

Then comes the touch.

It starts out as a pat on the shoulder, maybe a handshake, even. But his fingers are curling around my shoulder. I start to get dizzy before I snap back to the present.

Why do I have to be like this? I’m being so immature about it, too.

I can smell his cologne from where I’m standing. That’s one of the things I like about him. He just smells so good. I blink, trying to get my mind off of him. Once I think he’s gone, I take a deep breath, and I can still smell his cologne lingering in the air.

He’s still here. He’s saying my name again. I can’t do this right now. I can’t think about the way his fingers curled around my shoulder almost two minutes ago.

He’s asking me if something’s wrong. I want to shout, “Yes, something’s wrong! I’m in love with the one person I can’t have!” But I stay silent as I shake my head. I don’t want to open my mouth, because I know all those feelings I have bottled up will come rushing out.

He throws me a lopsided grin, and I almost melt.

He has no idea how crazy he’s making me, and I crack my neck, hoping the tension that’s just built there will go away. His phone rings, and he answers it with his usual, “Messer.” He listens to the other person, and then he starts talking and I realize it’s his ‘Montana’. That’s another thing that I like about him; that Brooklyner’s accent.

Ok, fine, I’ll admit it: I’m in love with him. But he has his ‘Montana’. And no matter how much I want that Brooklyn native, nothing will change the fact that he’s straight. In high school terminology, he’s the jock and I’m the geek. When you got to lunch, he’d be the kid sitting with the pretty cheerleaders, laughing when the geek, or me, trips over a backpack.

He’s saying my name for the third time. I look over at him, and he tells me to not let Mac catch me daydreaming. I sigh in response, and he pats me affectionately on the shoulder, but he lingers for a moment. I want him to stay a little longer, but then he’s out the door.

I watch him leave, and my heart skips. But then he starts walking back toward me, and I nearly jump out of my skin when I hear him call my name.

Yeah? I reply, or try to. The next thing I know is that he’s standing right behind me, and when I turn to face him, he takes another step closer.

He’s seriously invading my personal space, but I don’t care. I can almost see my reflection in his eyes, and then his lips connect with mine. When he pulls away, I can see that his lips are a little bit swollen, and then he gives me that look.

That one that has that little bit of smoldering passion and that lopsided grin that I love.

He tells me to get back to work, and then steals another kiss, and I realize his hands are on my hips. He walks out of the lab, and I turn back around to the evidence on the table.

I have this goofy grin on my face, and I’m pretty sure when Stella walks in to check on me, she’s wondering why I’m so happy.

The fact is, I’m happy because everything I’ve ever wanted was just handed to me.

And he’s walking through the door to the lab, and I smile to myself as he looks over at me. He returns my smile, and I look down at the light table in front of me.

Yeah, that’s me, a love-sick geek.

And as I take a deep breath, I hear him walk into the lab, greet Stella, then me, and then, out of Stella’s gaze, he slips a hand around my lower back. It’s enough to let me know he doesn’t regret kissing me before.

When Stella leaves the two of us alone in the lab, he leans over and places a feather light kiss on my jaw, and presses a slip of paper into the palm of my hand. He whispers that he wants me to come over later, that he wants us to have our first date. I nod, and Mac walks into the lab, and Danny smiles at me, greets Mac, and walks towards the door of the lab.

His shift finishes in two minutes, and I know he’s going to his place to clean up.

I feel my heart leap a little, and then I go back to processing the evidence.

I’m lucky to have someone like him.

Constructive criticism is always welcome!

pairing: danny/adam, rating: t, author: guitarsnthings

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