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intheheartTitle: Adorable
Rating: PG
Summary: Jake and Olivia are adorable. Too bad it's not Danny's bag.
Warnings: none.
Notes: I feel like this is disjointed? Oh well.
Jake and Olivia were adorable.
No, really, they were, and Danny was woman enough to admit it. They made a cute couple even as "just friends," with their curly brown heads put together over some project or other, smiling at each other with just a hint of goof. Now that they were together--for good, or so she devoutly hoped, because they seemed actually really good for each other--the kissing and nuzzling and hand-holding and cuddling was really, sweetly, charmingly, fluffily adorable.
She felt, watching them bill and coo across the table, urgently in need of a dentist.
"So," Danny said, closing her hand around her glass of wine. She ran a finger up and down the stem, searching for a topic. "So. You kids seem... happy."
"Oh, Danny." Olivia giggled, her cheeks bright pink. It was kind of nauseating, actually, in a sweet way. "So happy. It's your fault, you know."
Her hand tightened on the wine glass so suddenly that for a moment she was afraid it would break. "The hell you say."
"No, really." Olivia leaned into Jake, who smiled soppily down at her. "You were the one who told me to go after him."
She did? "Well, that was a mistake," she said, as dryly as she could manage. Both Jake and Olivia laughed, thankfully, since she was joking.
Mostly.
"To tell the truth," Jake said, "I wasn't trying to get away very hard."
Olivia giggled again, pulled his head down, and rubbed her nose against his. Danny pretended to gag.
"Seriously, though," Olivia continued, ignoring Danny's antics like somebody with siblings, "we owe you a lot."
She shook her head immediately, and gulped half her wine. So that was why they'd invited her out tonight. "No, not a thing. You owe me nothing. Nothing at all. Can I leave now?"
Jake laughed--apparently he thought she was kidding--but Olivia looked a little distressed, a frown creasing her brows. "Oh... if you want," she said, doubtfully, "but I would like it if you... well, I wanted to buy you dinner."
Danny sighed, and put her wine glass down. "I was joking," she said, even though she hadn't been. It was worth the lie, to see Olivia smile that beaming smile again.
Until it got nauseating again, anyway.
Well, they were happy. Even if Danny would never, ever be happy that way, or comfortable watching people who were happy that way, it was kind of nice to know that there were people that happy, somewhere in the world. Even if it meant she couldn't eat too much at dinner.
Oh, well.
On the way out of dinner, Danny fell back a couple steps, and tugged on Olivia's sleeve. Olivia cast her a puzzled glance over her shoulder, but detached herself from Jake and dropped back to walk beside Danny for a bit. "What is it?" she asked, her pretty moon-round face turning upward, pink with the early spring chill.
"I just wanted to say," Danny said, and stalled out for a minute.
Olivia cocked her head to the side. "Say what?"
The words came back, in a rush. "You don't owe me anything," she said, remembering her mother-- you have to take care of Michael you have to be a good kid you have to you have to. "I just gave you some advice. That's what friends do. You don't need to... to make it up to me or whatever."
"Oh," Olivia said, and smiled up at her, the corners of her eyes crinkling. It was a different smile from the soppy one she gave Jake, more private and more comfortable. "I know. But I'm grateful anyway."
Danny thought about that for a minute. "Yeah," she said, after a minute. "Okay. Thanks. And, uh, you're welcome, I guess."
Olivia giggled again, bright and cheerful. "Thanks," she replied. "And you're welcome."
Rating: PG
Summary: Jake and Olivia are adorable. Too bad it's not Danny's bag.
Warnings: none.
Notes: I feel like this is disjointed? Oh well.
Jake and Olivia were adorable.
No, really, they were, and Danny was woman enough to admit it. They made a cute couple even as "just friends," with their curly brown heads put together over some project or other, smiling at each other with just a hint of goof. Now that they were together--for good, or so she devoutly hoped, because they seemed actually really good for each other--the kissing and nuzzling and hand-holding and cuddling was really, sweetly, charmingly, fluffily adorable.
She felt, watching them bill and coo across the table, urgently in need of a dentist.
"So," Danny said, closing her hand around her glass of wine. She ran a finger up and down the stem, searching for a topic. "So. You kids seem... happy."
"Oh, Danny." Olivia giggled, her cheeks bright pink. It was kind of nauseating, actually, in a sweet way. "So happy. It's your fault, you know."
Her hand tightened on the wine glass so suddenly that for a moment she was afraid it would break. "The hell you say."
"No, really." Olivia leaned into Jake, who smiled soppily down at her. "You were the one who told me to go after him."
She did? "Well, that was a mistake," she said, as dryly as she could manage. Both Jake and Olivia laughed, thankfully, since she was joking.
Mostly.
"To tell the truth," Jake said, "I wasn't trying to get away very hard."
Olivia giggled again, pulled his head down, and rubbed her nose against his. Danny pretended to gag.
"Seriously, though," Olivia continued, ignoring Danny's antics like somebody with siblings, "we owe you a lot."
She shook her head immediately, and gulped half her wine. So that was why they'd invited her out tonight. "No, not a thing. You owe me nothing. Nothing at all. Can I leave now?"
Jake laughed--apparently he thought she was kidding--but Olivia looked a little distressed, a frown creasing her brows. "Oh... if you want," she said, doubtfully, "but I would like it if you... well, I wanted to buy you dinner."
Danny sighed, and put her wine glass down. "I was joking," she said, even though she hadn't been. It was worth the lie, to see Olivia smile that beaming smile again.
Until it got nauseating again, anyway.
Well, they were happy. Even if Danny would never, ever be happy that way, or comfortable watching people who were happy that way, it was kind of nice to know that there were people that happy, somewhere in the world. Even if it meant she couldn't eat too much at dinner.
Oh, well.
On the way out of dinner, Danny fell back a couple steps, and tugged on Olivia's sleeve. Olivia cast her a puzzled glance over her shoulder, but detached herself from Jake and dropped back to walk beside Danny for a bit. "What is it?" she asked, her pretty moon-round face turning upward, pink with the early spring chill.
"I just wanted to say," Danny said, and stalled out for a minute.
Olivia cocked her head to the side. "Say what?"
The words came back, in a rush. "You don't owe me anything," she said, remembering her mother-- you have to take care of Michael you have to be a good kid you have to you have to. "I just gave you some advice. That's what friends do. You don't need to... to make it up to me or whatever."
"Oh," Olivia said, and smiled up at her, the corners of her eyes crinkling. It was a different smile from the soppy one she gave Jake, more private and more comfortable. "I know. But I'm grateful anyway."
Danny thought about that for a minute. "Yeah," she said, after a minute. "Okay. Thanks. And, uh, you're welcome, I guess."
Olivia giggled again, bright and cheerful. "Thanks," she replied. "And you're welcome."
