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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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Steve just looks at him for a long moment, lips moving to form the syllables to words his brain hasn't thought of yet as he squints, trying to figure out where this is coming from. "You're not serious, right?"

"No, but look at your face, babe," Danny admits with a slight snort, giving him a fond look and a kiss to his cheek. "Don't worry. The only person I've thought about having sex with is you. Well, and the occasional fantasy here and there, but I promise those are only in my head."

"Funny," Steve mutters, giving Danny a long look in return before he concedes and realizes that yes, apparently there is a face he's capable of making. He tips Danny's chin up with two fingers, gazing down at him. "Very funny," he echoes, voice low.

Danny's grinning like an idiot, tipping his face up into Steve's touch so he can get closer and nuzzle against his neck before placing a soft kiss on his lips. "I got this fantasy you can do, you know. You all Officer and a Gentleman with a white uniform, interrupting me at the IPD at the end of the day..."

"What, and I swoop in and carry you out of the office? How many times would I get smacked for attempting that now?" he asks, giving Danny a questioning look. "I bet it sounds pretty great as a fantasy, but carrying that out in reality..."

"Okay, maybe if I'm working from home and I want you to pick me up and take me from the one room to the other," he clarifies, because no, he doesn't need Steve to act like a caveman when there might be witnesses to it.