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Danny's pretty sure that one day, and one day soon, Steve's going to end up snapping and cutting off the beard in his sleep. Truthfully, Danny's pretty enamored of the damn thing, though that might have a great heaping deal to do with the fact that he got to grow it out alongside his hair and nothing's compelled him to shave it off lately.

Still, as he tries on vests and pants in the bedroom of the hut, he wonders if Rachel's going to have his head on a platter if he shows up to her wedding with scruff that could serve as the envy of the general population. "Steve?" he calls, poking his head out of the bedroom as he unknots his tie and unbuttons the vest, searching through the pile on the bed for the next combination. "Did the SEALs teach you to match? Hell, the boy scouts, whatever, I need a second opinion over wedding attire," he summons, snapping his fingers.

Zulu comes running, so at least one thing under the roof listens to him.

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"You're actually asking me for advice on this?" Steve asks, poking his head in through the doorway moments later, his amusement more than evident on his face as he finally shifts around to stand fully, arms loosely folding across his front.

It's not that he doesn't like the beard, but it's been something to get used to, and a part of him is still expecting Danny to wake up tomorrow and shave it all off in a fit of remorse. For now, though, he's not going to be able to resist poking fun at it whenever possible.

"So, are you trying to color-coordinate with the facial hair? What's the problem here?"

"Sue me, I'm trying something out here, I'm going for 'caring and concerned husband'," Danny tosses out with a smirk, shifting to look at Danny as he leans his back against the wall. "That's it, huh? No jokes about how there's more grey in there than Gandalf? Nothing about me looking like your friendly neighborhood Wolverine? Steven," he mocks, affecting a saddened face. "You're getting flat in your old age," he teases, wiggling beckoning fingers to get Steve closer to him so he can abuse him with bearded kisses.

"Trying it out, huh? How do you think it's going so far?" Steve asks, raising an eyebrow half-expectantly. The corner of his mouth shifts in subtle challenge, and he slowly pushes himself away from the wall, taking a few more steps into the center of the room.

"Watch it," he grumbles, pretending to glare. "I can still take you any day of the week, Danno."

"I dunno. I think if you tried too hard, I'd pin you on the ground and rub my beard against all that sensitive salt-watered skin til you screamed uncle," Danny drawls, not taking his eyes off of Steve for a second before he turns and gestures to the suits on the bed. "What do you think? Waistcoat? I could wear a green one, clash with Rachel's hair and see how high-pitched she gets while she screams at me."

"You can't use the beard as leverage," Steve mutters, but he comes willingly, moving to stand at the side of the bed, his arms unfolding to hang loose at his sides.

"Maybe we should avoid giving the bride anything to scream about on her wedding day," he suggests. "Waistcoat would look nice, though."

"I can use the beard however I want," he says smugly, giving Steve a grin. "Neil asked me how you were liking it. Want to give an official quote so I can offer out a press release?" he asks, but he takes the time to slide an arm around Steve's waist when he's close enough, nuzzling a soft kiss to his neck.

"Why don't I just tell you instead? We don't have to relay it to anyone else," Steve mutters, tilting his head slightly to bring his face to hover closer, hips aligning suggestively as he leans down to let his mouth claim Danny's, slow and deep.

Danny grins up at Steve when he gets close enough, wrapping up his fingers in Steve's shirt so he can tug him down closer and kiss him harder than what he's already getting. He eases back, giving Steve an appraising look, like he's trying to see how that felt. "Well? You feel a bit burnt yet?"

Steve tips his head to one side, as if he's trying to figure out how he enjoyed that. "Not enough," he finally decides, sliding a hand over the back of Danny's neck as he tips his mouth down to his for another kiss.

Normally, they could do this without worrying about open bedroom doors or anything else like that, but they've got Esther now and the door is open a crack -- not too much, but still enough that he slides his fingers over Steve's neck as he walks them back towards the bed, giving a quiet hum. "Babe, door's kind of open," he says, but his actions go against his words as he kisses Steve harder.

"So close it," Steve mutters, bracing a hand along Danny's hip as the other slips up into his hair, grabbing a small fistful and tugging to tip his head back, mouthing heatedly along the underside of his jaw.

He's not moving towards the door at all, though, and he somehow doubts that Danny will, either.

He's pretty sure he saw Esther head outside. She's far enough away. He lets out a sharp sound, swearing under his breath when Steve gets to the underside of his jaw near his ear and he practically melts into the touch. Maybe they shouldn't be getting naked, but it's not like they've had time to do anything like make out, which means that Danny's got purpose as he tugs Steve down towards the bed with him.

He's not in any hurry to do anything but this, the slow hot slide of his mouth over Danny's as he rolls slightly, ending up half-stretched out across him. His hand slips up under the hem of Danny's shirt to rest against his abdomen and he turns in slowly to kiss him again, tongue delving in deep as a groan rumbles low in the back of his throat.

Danny gets comfortable, grateful for the mattress they wound up convincing the Council to let them have and he lets out a soft exhalation as his body practically melts into every kiss, hands framing Steve's hips firmly. "We're wrinkling the suits," he mumbles, because they're doing a good job rolling over them. "Did the boy scouts teach you to iron?"

"Don't worry about the suits," Steve says, practically an order the way it comes out, half-growled against the curve of Danny's neck as he buries his face there again, breathing him in slowly. "I feel like I haven't touched you in days."

"Welcome to being a parent," Danny murmurs, still breathless as he tightens his grip on Steve, wrapping both arms around the small of his back and holding on possessively tight while he works on sliding one knee in between Steve's to get their bodies closer together. "God, you feel good."

He finds a way to fit their hips together and Steve practically dissolves, heat pooling low in his spine as he rounds fingertips along the underside of Danny's thigh, taking care not to stretch his knee to an awkward angle. "Still worried about that door?" he asks, thumbing over one of Danny's nipples beneath his shirt.

Danny forgets words. For, you know, only a second because he's Danny Williams, but there's a distinct lack of words in his head when Steve gets their hips together and runs his fingers over his shirt. "Fuck!" he gets out, broken and choked, gaping at Steve like he can't believe the man he got married to. "Shut up and kiss me already."

Steve just laughs, a low soft sound, and slips his hand out from under Danny's shirt to give him a little respite there as he eases off on the kisses, turning them into lighter, more affectionate pecks.

"Love you too, Danno," he whispers.

Danny gives a soft exhalation, leaning into Steve's touch as he slides his hands up and down Steve's back, a grin on his face as he lets those touches drift, turn longer. "You better. You married me."

"And you married me," he replies, raising an eyebrow in light teasing as he sighs, shifts into Danny's longer touches, arches his back slightly.

"It's why I'm putting up with this scruff."

Danny pulls away, giving Steve a curious look. "Wait. Hold up," he says, making sure he's got decent eye contact with Steve. "You really don't like it? You're putting up with it because of the marriage thing, that's it?"

"I'm kidding," Steve replies, gently grasping Danny's jaw in his fingers as he releases his grip to stroke his thumb over the light hair.

"It's not putting up with it. It's adjusting to change."

Danny gives him a soft look. "Babe, seriously, if you don't like it, I'll shave it off." It's not like it takes that long before he can grow it out again. "I mean, if you don't like it, I'll shave right now. Or, you know, you can do it for me."

"You'd want me to shave you," Steve replies, almost giving the idea some thought.

"I don't think it's going to come to that," he adds, running the back of his hand over Danny's cheek before tipping his chin up into another kiss.