For the Girls
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katleeptTitle: For the Girls
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Full House
Character/Pairing: Danny/Joey
Rating: G/K
Challenge/Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
slashthedrabble #414: Gossip
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 300
Date Written: 10 September 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without perission.
"Let them talk, Joey," Danny says, running his fingers through his best friend's curls. "They're women," he adds disdainfully, remembering something Donna told him long ago about her gender. "They're going to gossip about something. They don't have to know they're right."
"I just don't want the girls to hear it," Joey explains, but Danny's fingers feel so good on his skin that he can't protest much. "I don't want them to get hurt."
"They won't," Danny promises. "You know I'd never do anything that would let them be hurt."
"I know," Joey answers. His eyes drift closed in pleasure as Danny kisses him again and again.
Suddenly, there's a knock on Joey's bedroom door. The men leap apart. "Hey! Don't tell me you two are still in there!"
Danny frowns while Joey looks wildly around as if his walls and toys can provide them with an acceptable excuse. Danny, however, knows Jesse wouldn't interrupt them unless it was important, and Jesse isn't supposed to be home until -- Danny's face pales. He glances at his wrist, but his watch is gone. He runs to the door instead. "What time is it?"
"After three," Jesse says pointedly.
Joey, fully dressed again, gasps loudly behind him. "The girls!" Danny and Joey cry in unison.
"Doofuses." Jesse moves coolly out of the way as his friends charge down the stairs. He smiles a moment later as Danny's tires actually screech while peeling away from the curb.
Inside the car, Joey fusses, "This is exactly what I was talking about."
"The girls will be fine. We're just a little late, is all." He reaches over and pats his knee. "They're not going to get hurt by this or by us." He turns his palm up. "I promise." Joey hesitates, then takes his hand and squeezes it with love.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Full House
Character/Pairing: Danny/Joey
Rating: G/K
Challenge/Prompt:
slashthedrabble #414: GossipWarning(s): None
Word Count: 300
Date Written: 10 September 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without perission.
"Let them talk, Joey," Danny says, running his fingers through his best friend's curls. "They're women," he adds disdainfully, remembering something Donna told him long ago about her gender. "They're going to gossip about something. They don't have to know they're right."
"I just don't want the girls to hear it," Joey explains, but Danny's fingers feel so good on his skin that he can't protest much. "I don't want them to get hurt."
"They won't," Danny promises. "You know I'd never do anything that would let them be hurt."
"I know," Joey answers. His eyes drift closed in pleasure as Danny kisses him again and again.
Suddenly, there's a knock on Joey's bedroom door. The men leap apart. "Hey! Don't tell me you two are still in there!"
Danny frowns while Joey looks wildly around as if his walls and toys can provide them with an acceptable excuse. Danny, however, knows Jesse wouldn't interrupt them unless it was important, and Jesse isn't supposed to be home until -- Danny's face pales. He glances at his wrist, but his watch is gone. He runs to the door instead. "What time is it?"
"After three," Jesse says pointedly.
Joey, fully dressed again, gasps loudly behind him. "The girls!" Danny and Joey cry in unison.
"Doofuses." Jesse moves coolly out of the way as his friends charge down the stairs. He smiles a moment later as Danny's tires actually screech while peeling away from the curb.
Inside the car, Joey fusses, "This is exactly what I was talking about."
"The girls will be fine. We're just a little late, is all." He reaches over and pats his knee. "They're not going to get hurt by this or by us." He turns his palm up. "I promise." Joey hesitates, then takes his hand and squeezes it with love.
The End
