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He's been working ever since he got the knee injury on stretching out muscles and ligaments around the thing to ensure it doesn't happen again. True, he lied his ass off to Helen about the how of it, but he doesn't like the idea of going back just to say 'and hey, happened again, more drugs?' Helen's been taking damn good care to make sure he's healing and Danny's not about to ignore stretches just because they get monotonous over time.

He's in a pair of orange board shorts alone and is in the shade just behind the hut. He figures once he's done, he'll take a quick dip to rinse the sweat off. Plus it'll make the damn puppy happy if they go in the water. He doesn't know exactly when it happened, but somehow, McGarrett converted the dog into a swimming idiot, too.

He's settling down precariously onto his shins, hands wedged behind his back as he inches further and further back, getting out a good stretch of his IT band in the thigh in order to try and loosen up some of the muscles and ligaments around the knee.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Danny breathes out when the stretch starts to radiate pain. "Too much."

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"Well, I'd hate to earn the justifiable wrath of the Williams clan," Steve replies, his own arm sliding around Danny to tug him close, balancing his weight a little easier with the buoyancy the water provides.

"I know," he softly adds. "We'll just have to, you know, look into all available options when we decide to go ahead with it."

"You just wait til you meet my sisters. Imagine three of me, but older, shorter, with bigger hair, and a whole brood of kids," Danny teases, pushing into Steve's body carefully. "And it's not that I don't want a kid, you know I want one. A dozen," he softly says. "It's bringing another body into our lives who might one day decide she wants to keep the kid because genetically, she's a part."

"It might be the most dangerous rendezvous I've ever attempted," Steve replies, maintaining a straight face for as long as he's able. "I know. And it's just something we're going to have to really look into, and discuss. And our options here might be even more limited than they are at home." He's got the look that says he's going to start researching, though.

"We don't have any options and...you know what?" Danny mutters irritably. "Forget it, let's just forget it. That's a long, long way off and I just figured out you don't want to run screaming from kids."

"Hey, hey," Steve murmurs, leaning in, lifting a hand to Danny's shoulder to squeeze tight as he just holds onto him, lazily drifting in the water. "Let's just take it one step at a time, alright? I've still got that proposal to take care of, after all."

"Yeah, you do," Danny agrees, calming down by taking a slow and deep breath. He slicks both hands through his hair when Steve's got a grip on him. "You want some hints?"

"Could be helpful," Steve replies casually, sliding his arm a little further around Danny's waist and hoisting him up against him, mouthing a series of kisses along his jawline. "Give me a couple."

Danny laughs as he shifts and hooks one of his ankles around Steve's calf, giving him an infuriatingly smug smirk. He leans in and kisses Steve's lower lip gently. "Nope," is all he says, waggling his brows at Steve. "Figure it out."

"You never make anything easy for me," Steve mutters, though there's affection in his tone as he gives Danny a quick, tight squeeze of an embrace, breaking away for a moment to submerge himself one more time beneath the water. When he comes back up for air, he swipes a hand over his face, chuckling. "I'll figure it out."

"The only hint I'll give you is that I appreciate nostalgia," Danny says, shifting backwards when Steve plummets under the waterline. He starts to swim lazily back to shore, picking his swimsuit off his thighs when he gets to the shallows.

He bends down to pick up Zulu, who is absolutely soaking wet and intent on licking Danny's face. "Hey buddy, how're you doing, huh?"

Steve comes back in from the water after a beat, walking in slowly. He's not wearing his swimsuit, but the shorts will probably dry soon enough, and he stands underneath the sun, letting the warmth dry him off slowly.

"I think he's going to pass out as soon as we get home," he admits, watching the puppy curl up in Danny's arms. "Swimming tires him out."

Danny makes a fond little noise when Zulu curls up a little tighter, his paws scrambling to find a space for himself. "Yeah, he's a sweetheart," Danny says in a hush, rocking him like he might a baby as he brings him to the porch and settles him on an array of blankets he's arranged, settling down at his side to dry off. "Come here."

"Completely got you wrapped around his paw, too," Steve points out, collecting his clothes and shoes and heading up to the porch, taking a seat in one of the chairs and putting his feet up on the front railing, glancing out towards the water.

Danny shifts so he can stand up and wander around to Steve's back, digging his fingers into Steve's shoulders to start massaging, leaning forward on the chair idly as he follows his gaze out to the sea. "Do you want my ring back?"

"If you want to go the traditional route," Steve murmurs, leaning back against the chair and further into Danny's kneading fingers, his eyes drifting closed as he rests his head. "I might just have to sneak it off your finger while you're sleeping, again."

Danny shifts his fingers to one side -- the injured side -- in order to focus a little more pressure there as he keeps an eye on Zulu out of the corner of his vision, a fond smile on his lips. "I might be upset if I'm without my ring too long, babe," he warns.

Steve's had a little more tension in that shoulder since it healed, and he hisses quietly under Danny's fingertips, clenching his jaw and letting his head droop forward. Zulu has found a comfortable spot to stretch out on, over a pile of beach towels, his own eyes slowly falling closed. "You won't be," Steve whispers.

"Good," Danny hums out the word, digging his knuckles into Steve's skin when he finds a knot of tension in a nearby muscle. He leans down to press a kiss to the spot, brushing his other thumb slowly up and down the tendons of Steve's neck.

Steve groans audibly and slumps forward, rendered pliant under the repetitive kneading touch of Danny's fingertips, shivering openly when he combines it with the kisses of his mouth to send ripples of sensation along his shoulders and arms. "Good," he echoes, barely whispering.

"See, I was gonna make you sprawl out on the ground like the dog while I did this so I could straddle you and really get at your back," Danny says with a lamenting sigh and a shrug of his shoulders.

"What's stopping you?" Steve asks, lifting his head slightly to flash a grin over one shoulder in Danny's direction, and he can definitely summon up enough willpower to join Zulu on the towels, nudging the sleeping puppy to one side and stretching out on his stomach.

Danny laughs at that, following after Steve and standing above him. "Uh uh, get inside, I am not stripping down to nothing out here," is all he says before he goes inside the house.

Steve raises an eyebrow with obvious interest, plucking up Zulu and tucking him underneath one arm so the puppy doesn't wake up outside and alone, and brings him inside to put him down on his own bed, giving the furry head a fond scratching before he joins Danny in their room. "So you're stripping down, is that what you're telling me?"

"It's either that or you get wet shorts on your back," Danny points out, stepping out of the swimsuit and hanging it up in the bathroom before coming back to slide into a pair of black briefs, gesturing to the bed. "Lie down, babe."

"Hold on a second, I've got wet shorts too," Steve replies, quickly ditching his damp pair and slipping into a dry pair of dark blue mesh shorts, hitching them up over his hips before he slides across the bed onto his stomach, arms reaching up to rest beneath the pillows. "What inspired this urge?"