Pearl Harbor National Memorial, December 7

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When Steve's dad had still been alive, Steve hadn't made a point to be home for every anniversary, but December 7, 1941, had cut a scar into Hawai'i that lingered. His grandfather had gone down with the Arizona and his dedication had driven Steve's decision to also join the Navy. As a family member of one of the 2,403 victims of that day, Steve had already received an invitation to the annual commemoration ceremony, but the governor had wanted his uniform and face up a little closer to the front than Steve normally preferred to be.

So he stood on the stage through speeches in his gleaming dress uniform, unflinching in the Hawaiian sun, and let his eyes scan the few remaining men who had lived through the day as the governor wrapped up his remarks. Steve found Ed McKay, the tour guide from the Missouri who'd known his grandfather, in the crowd and Ed gave him a wink. Steve's mouth quirked up in a tiny smile in reply, but he didn't break formation--nor would Ed have expected him to.

Once the ceremony was over, Steve did the absolute minimum amount of schmoozing before trotting down to the front row to shake the hands and offer his sincere gratitude to the survivors. Only then did he glance around to check for the rest of the task force.

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"Really isn't," Danny replied, more than a touch breathlessly as he clutched at Steve's shirt with his free hand.

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"Is," Steve countered, moving his hand to Danny's pants as well.

You know. Subtly.

[hatesparadise]

So much subtlety!

Danny sighed into that kiss, making sure to match his hand to Steve's. A real giver like that.

[grenadesandohana]

So kind of him!

Steve moaned against Danny's ear and pressed him further into the wall.

[hatesparadise]

While Danny wasn't too fond of being pushed around, he did find he enjoyed how Steve basically covered him. That much was clear from the little groan pulled out of him.

[grenadesandohana]

"I like that noise," Steve rumbled.

[hatesparadise]

"Yeah?" Did Danny have to sound so pleased by that comment? No. But maybe Steve's smugness was rubbing off on him.

[grenadesandohana]

"Very much," Steve said, sucking on Danny's earlobe.

[hatesparadise]

"Keep that up if you wanna hear it more than," Danny said with a pleased little sigh.

[grenadesandohana]

"I am very good at taking direction," Steve declared based on very thin evidence, moving his hand over Danny and nibbling at the shell of his ear.

[hatesparadise]

Which was why Danny broke out into helpless giggles. Sorry, Steve, but... no. Just no.

[grenadesandohana]

Steve pressed his leg between Danny's. "What?" he asked. "I am."

Nope.

[hatesparadise]

"In what--what world?" Danny asked, equally breathless from the laughter and where Steve's leg was pressing.

[grenadesandohana]

"In this world!" Steve insisted.

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"Sure. Let's go with that," Danny replied, kissing him again to shut him up.

[grenadesandohana]

Steve was just going to take that as agreement, Danny, sorry.

But at least you were getting thoroughly mussed up against the wall?

[hatesparadise]

That was a plus, yes.

Danny helped rumple up Steve's clothing as he pushed those dress pants down a little bit to get a better angle with is hand.

[grenadesandohana]

Steve moaned quietly against Danny's neck. "So you like the dress uniform," he teased.

[hatesparadise]

"I like the guy in the dress uniform." But yes. He also kinda like how it looked on him.

[grenadesandohana]

Steve still didn't quite know how to process being praised for himself rather than his skills at anything, so he ducked his head and smiled.

[hatesparadise]

Danny smiled a little softer and tugged him down for another kiss. Steve was going to get reminded of that fact as often as it took.

[grenadesandohana]

Steve kissed him back. Somehow Danny always got him to slow down and think--something he'd normally tried to avoid in sex.

[hatesparadise]

It was part of their dynamic, really.

"I like that smile," Danny murmured into the kiss.

[grenadesandohana]

"I like you," Steve replied, running his thumb along Danny's tip.

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"Christ, Steve--" he hissed in response to that, clutching at the back of Steve's shirt and totally wrinkling it.