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The days have been busier for them, between Danny's heightened responsibilities at the IPD and Steve's decision to run for Council a second term. Sometimes, the only moments when they manage to locate one another are in bed, asleep, and then waking up in the morning to do it all over again. It might be a taste of what life would be like if they'd gone and done this back home, with work slipping to the forefront for a while until they managed to get their bearings.

It's why, when Danny suggests an early evening game of baseball, just the two of them, Steve doesn't hesitate - though what he sees when he finally gets there is enough to warrant some surprise, and maybe a little teasing. He's only seen Danny in a shirt and tie - and a t-shirt, more often, for sleeping - but he doesn't know what to say when he happens upon his husband wearing a pair of cargo pants - his cargo pants.

"Okay, I'm actually at a loss for words in this moment," he says, holding up a hand. "Did you have an aneurysm of your own when I wasn't looking?"

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"Well, for starters, they don't really fit, do they?" Steve asks, briefly sliding a fingertip underneath the waistband of the pants before letting them snap back against his hip.

"No, no, they do not, but that has more to do with you being a hulk of a man," Danny replies, tipping his head to one side and then the next as he tries to hide his amused grin. "Is that a comment about my height or my ass?"

"Serves you right for trying to fit into my clothes," Steve murmurs, leaning in, one hand sliding to the small of Danny's back. "What if it's a comment about both?"

"Trying to fit into your..." Danny gives a slight harrumph. "How about you march inside our hut and you put on one of my shirts and then we can talk about trying to fit into my clothes, huh? I needed these, are you saying I should've come out here naked, is that what you're saying, dear?"

"And you wouldn't have needed to borrow my clothes if - what?" Steve replies, leaning in to let Danny finish that sentence, his mouth already starting to shift into a broader grin.

"If you hadn't already made such a mess of them?" Danny suggests, his eyes bright and wide. "Is that the answer you're looking for? If my husband was not so acrobatically and endurance-ly good at sex, I'm sure some of my clothes would still be in decent shape."

"Okay, that last shirt was not my fault," Steve insists, both eyebrows rising as he presses his palms against Danny's forearms. "Shoddy craftsmanship, and you - you have to know how good you look coming home at the end of the day."

"There are buttons that I'm pretty sure the dog is eating because of how far they scattered," Danny says, a genuinely worried look on his face as he pushes right into Steve's touch. "You, big guy, ought to have at least some idea of how to behave when I get home at the end of the day. Covered in paint and policework, most often."

"I know how to behave," Steve insists, his gaze subtle in its amusement as it lingers on Danny's face. "And I picked up those buttons later, alright? There weren't that many of them."

"Yeah, only because it was the one shirt," Danny agrees, holding back on saying 'this time'. He doesn't want to encourage Steve to make it into a repeating kind of thing. "So, are we playing baseball or are you just manhandling my ass, because I have forms to create for the IPD."

"Not that I don't appreciate a good ass-groping."

"You don't want to keep this up?" Steve murmurs, ducking his head down and gently nipping over Danny's jaw before pulling back with a broad grin.

"Alright, fine. You've got your forms."

Danny takes the moment to pout slightly because he does want to keep this up, but he ought to be responsible. "You should give me incentive," he suggests, breath catching slightly. "If I finish my work, I should get a reward out of it, don't you think?"

"Alright, then," Steve agrees, taking a step back to put distance between them, his arms falling to his sides.

"If you finish, you come home, before I fall asleep, and we'll see what happens once you get there."

"Let me guess. A hundred squats and pull-ups?" Danny jokes with a smirk, but he lays a kiss on Steve's lips and indulges in leaning closer for a long moment, grateful for their proximity.

"For starters," Steve replies, grinning seconds before the space between them dwindles back down to barely anything at all. He gives Danny's hip a squeeze and lets the kiss linger a few more beats.

"I'm proud of you, you know," he adds. "Everything you're doing."

Danny waves that off dismissively. "Archie was already doing all this stuff. I just picked up the baton and kept running with it. Selfishly, even," he points out, "because I'm using my power to get the Academy up and running."

"But you've done a lot. Accomplished a lot," Steve points out, a proud smile still on his lips as he leans in to grab that waving hand, briefly squeezing it in his own.

"Just take a little praise, would you?"

"I'm not used to being in charge," Danny admits. Sure, one day he wanted to move up to being a Captain and running his own department, but Five-0 had come along and Steve had been in charge, no questions asked. Danny was a good second-in-command and loyal and he'd never try to pull a coup. "I mean, you, partner, you had the reigns."

"And now you've got them, and there's nothing wrong with that," Steve promises, trying to make it clear that he doesn't have a problem with Danny being the head of anything he chooses here. He'd known Danny could follow, but seeing him lead makes him happy too. "You could hold them later tonight too, if you wanted."

"And now you're getting kinky, nice," he notes with an appreciative laugh. "I should've called Catherine and asked for a run-down of all your naughty little sexual habits. It would've prepared me for this, at least a little."

"What makes you think she would've told you anything you didn't already know - or didn't know?" Steve asks, tilting his head down at Danny.

"Maybe there are some things I've only ever done with you, babe."

"Yeah, well, I kind of hope so," Danny says warily, making a crude gesture with his fingers to imply some of the stuff that they've done. "Otherwise Lieutenant Hot-Stuff has got some parts that you never really talked about in your post-game wrap-up."

"Okay, come on," Steve murmurs, gently closing his hands around Danny's. "There are definitely some things that I have only ever done with you. Do I need to remind you about one?" he asks, thumb smoothing over Danny's ring finger.

"You did marry me, yes," Danny agrees with a smug grin, nodding his head as he looks fondly at the ring on Steve's finger. "And hey, look at this, a couple months in and you and I still aren't divorced. I think that's incredible."

"Incredible that it's a couple months or that we've managed to go without killing each other?" Steve asks, although he's smiling as he gives Danny's hand a fond squeeze. "Come on. You didn't have any faith that this could work?"