Brown (McDanno)
What the fuck?.
Was the first thing Steve thought when his eyes landed on the man before him in his nice navy blue tux, his bold black tie perfectly centered as usual, two sets of pale freckled hands fixing Steve’s red one. He knows he’s talking, probably complaining how Steve gets ready like a seven year old who doesn’t wanna go to church on a Sunday where they’re free from school— doesn’t that sound like a Danny complaint? Steve thinks so. A harsher tug on his tie pulls him back to reality, blue eyes casting downward towards the brighter version of his own irises “you with me captain?” Danny questions his Italian accent thick and noticeable now and all Steve can wonder is why has Danny never let his accent out while they were alone together, and he does mean alone. But, Steve guesses it’s because his Jersey accent overrides his Italian minus the fact their doing an undercover case and the suspect is a leader of a mafia gang and has a thing for Italians something Steve wasn’t really a big fan of when Kono had picked Danny for the job without the blonde’s consent of actually volunteering himself.
If Danny had noticed Steve's sour mood over the phone he didn’t say a single word. Steve had asked why Danny and himself couldn’t drive together to said destination, the detective had simply said ‘it’s a surprise’ three words that would catch anyone’s interest and make them question what it is for the day. Steve had finally got to see the surprise and honest to god didn't know what to say, he expected a lot of things but not this, he couldn’t believe it.
Danny Williams, Danny ‘Don’t Touch My Hair Or You’re Gonna Get A Bullet In Your Head’ Williams dyed his hair. Something Steve swore up and down that he’d never do, Danny loved his hair too much to do such damage to it. He loves his hair more than he loves Steve, his hair is practically his fucking baby!. But here he was! With brown fucking hair!.
Now don’t get Steve wrong, he thinks his Danno looks rather… enchanting with the brown a lovely dark brown at that, it made his blue eyes more noticeable and his freckles that barely moved across his face pop more. It’s just that Danny loves his Blonde locks. Hell, Steve even jokingly calls him Goldie locks as Danny bites back by calling him mother bear. Steve would let out the biggest laugh ever when he does or he just grins.
Danny even did his brows. Steve might be having a stroke from the amount of beauty that dares to invite him into its presence. Danny is being dedicated to this role that he’s supposed to be playing and Steve admires it. But the job will be cut short if someone gets too grabby…
“Brown…” Steve says low, taking in his Jersey Shore appearance while Danny fusses fixing the navy seal's hair. “Brown?” Danny parrots his eyes looking Steve over to make sure Steve actually looks like someone who you can cut a deal with without looking like a fez.
“Your hair.” Danny let out a small laugh trying not to draw attention to them “oh right, you like it?” The blo—brunette questions patting Steve’s shoulders when he’s deemed presentable by Danny the fashion police himself. Fucking hell that accent is eating Steve alive right now. Danny is definitely gonna have to speak like that more.
“Yeah you look… Different.” He cleared his throat, restraining himself from combing his fingers through his partner's hair. Danny gave him a knowing smile with a cock of his head, oh this bastard knows what he’s doing and Steve is really debating if he should pin him against the bar or not. “Later.” Danny says out of the blue when his eyes make a sweep over Steve’s face— knowing exactly what the super seal was thinking. Lord give him strength to actually finish this job.
