dann_0 | PSL: Sentinel AU

Danny catches the rocking and he reaches out to wrap his arm around Eliot and pull him close. "I believe that. And I am glad to hear it. I want you too." He smiles as he continues to stroke Eliot's back. He doesn't doubt that Eliot's got practice at the fucking part. Someone like him can easily get whoever he wants to bed, Danny is damn sure of that. Same with Steve. How the hell did he end up with both of them as his Sentinels?

"Does this mean I get to introduce you to all the silly couples things?" He grins at Eliot, his eyes glittering like he has something planned.

Eliot's spent most of his life keeping his emotional distance and protecting himself from the inevitability of loss, the fact that he's this completely committed already is terrifying. It's also something he knows himself well enough to know he has absolutely zero chance of changing, and he presses into the warmth of Danny's embrace without resistance.

"Can smell it on you," he murmurs, tipping his head to drag their jaws together, feel the rasp of stubble, and then press his nose into the warmth beneath Danny's ear again. "Smell so damn perfect." It's relaxing and grounding at the same time that it's probably the most arousing scent he's ever smelled.

He pulls back again at Danny's question, and there's something in that look he can't help but return, his own smile just as wide even if he's feeling maybe the slightest bit concerned by what might be a flash of unholy glee in Danny's eyes. "Darlin', you can introduce me t'just about anything you want." He's not sure there's much of anything he could say no to if Danny asked, and not because he'd feel compelled, just because he wants to see that damn look on his face.

"Good. For one I'd like to take you out. Proper dinner somewhere. Somewhere not your place." But he had plenty of other ideas he could come up with. Things he had done in the early years with Rachel before things became complicated and painful.

"I guess it makes sense that'd you'd be good at cooking with the enhanced senses. But how can you tell that I smell perfect? What does perfect smell like?"

"Think I can manage that," he allows, smile gentling to something softer and warmer. It's strange, yes, when all his dating experiences have been with women, where he's always done the taking out, the wining and dining, but the idea's... nice. Going out somewhere with Danny, enjoying a good meal and each other's company, getting to know him better. He likes it.

"Mmmmm." He nuzzles back in behind Danny's ear, drawing in an exaggeratedly deep breath. "Warm an' thick. Musky. Little bit spicy. Got a tang of metal an' gun oil that doesn't quite go away, 'cause you handle a piece just often enough t'keep it there. Like that your shampoo an' deodorant aren't heavy scents, an' you're not coverin' up how you smell with aftershave." Which is probably from already working with a Sentinel, but Eliot will take it and be grateful.

"An' christ, when you're turned on, smellin' the want on you... can almost taste it at the back of my throat-" His voice goes a little deeper and rougher at just the memory of it, and he can't resist pressing his lips to the soft skin beneath Danny's ear. "An' smellin' me on you."

"Yeah, I handle the gun more than I like but that is part of the job. I rather wish we didn't but going in certain places unarmed is the fastest way to get killed. I am not too fond of the guns, but they are a necessary evil." The shampoo is indeed a result of working with Steve. Originally he hadn't liked it but it didn't take long before he had gotten used to much smelling like much.

"Mmm, I wish I could smell that. Smell how you smell, how I smell now." He turns his head to kiss Eliot. "I mean I can smell a bit of you, but that is different. Nothing like what you're describing."

"You're a cop, gotta have a gun," Eliot agrees mildly. He doesn't like them or carry them himself for a multitude of reasons... one of which he's had a too-fresh reminder of in the body count he left behind him yesterday. It's too easy with a gun, his instincts too finely honed, even after all these years. Too hard not to kill. But he's not thinking about that now and he pushes the memory back to focus on here and now, on Danny's scent and taste and touch and the steady, grounding beat of his heart.

"Can't imagine livin' my whole life like that," he admits. "Came on-line so young I don't even remember before, an' the time I was dormant-" He shakes his head and breathes in deep again. "Felt like livin' wrapped up in cotton wool an' plastic, everything muted an' washed out an' just outa reach." He's honestly not sure he would have survived if his senses hadn't come back, though it had probably made the months of recovery from weeks of torture easier, at least. Maybe even the loss of his unit. It's all water under the bridge at this point.

"Can't imagine touchin' you like this-" He runs his fingers feather light over Danny's jaw, reveling in the catch and drag of stubble against his callouses- "An' not feelin' it this way, not smellin' how your scent changes, hearin' your heartbeat tick up... tastin' the want on you." The last comes out breathy, Eliot's mouth gaping slightly as he tastes Danny's scent on the air. His vision and hearing are his strongest senses, at the upward limits of what's been recorded for Sentinels, but it's his sense of taste that feels most sensitive to him even if it's objectively not, and he's rare among Sentinels for being so focused on it.

"I think it is because we don't know what it is like. When you don't know how something more feels then how do you know what you're missing?" He leans into the touch and when Eliot accurately describes what he can feel his body doing in response he actually blushes a little. "Guess there is no hiding any secrets from you." But he doesn't seem to mind much at all.

"I like it though. I don't have to worry about you not being able to see when something is up." He touches Eliot's hand and then turns to kiss the hand. "Is it like that with everything?"

"Yeah, if I'd never known the difference it'd just be normal, but losin' it after so long-" He shudders a little. His whole world had been blown completely to hell, and losing his senses on top of it... it's probably a miracle he hadn't drowned himself at the bottom of a whisky bottle. "It's probably whats gonna kill me some day, but livin' without it was hell."

He shivers at the brush of Danny's fingers, and then his lips. "Guess it depends on the secret. An' no, not with everything," he answers, tongue dragging along his bottom lip for a moment before he continues. "I can keep the world down to a dull roar most'a the time, or I'd'a gone batshit long before now, but when I want it-" He shifts his hand just enough to press his index finger to Danny's lower lip, to feel the softness and the hint of chapped skin, drags it down to the contrasting scratch of stubble on his chin as he breathes in deep. "When I want it, it's there. Not sure I could dial you out even if I tried, though," he admits, quieter, eyes going slightly unfocused. "Startin' t'think maybe I wouldn't want to anyway, though."

"I like that though. Knowing I can reach you. Drag you out of a zone if I have to. You know I won't hurt you with this, right?" He can't understand how anyone can willingly hurt if they've had this bond. "And it won't kill you if I have any say in the matter. I want to help you control it, not have it control you."

He smiles and shifts to settle against Eliot, letting himself be surrounded by his, his damn it, sentinels warmth. "I am happy to be right here, with you." He nods back to the couch. "You want to just ... Stay here for a bit. Nothing, just relaxing together?"

"Yeah, I know that, sweetheart." He also knows that even if he didn't believe that he'd have trouble distancing himself at this point. Danny's firmly inside his guard in a way no one's been... maybe ever. Even Boyd had never felt this integral to his very existence, and he'd lived and trained with the kid for weeks as the potential for a bond slowly built between them. Slowly. Nothing like the lightning strike of meeting Danny. "Like I said, I trust you."

He smooths one hand down Danny's spine, letting it settle into the small of his back, while the other cradles the back of his head. Just holding him as he settles in against him. Relishing the warmth and the closeness. It's relaxing and grounding, and even after this conversation he's so mellow just standing here, holding the smaller man, that he almost doesn't react to the nod or the question, and it takes him a moment before he does. "Yeah. That sounds good."

He presses a kiss to Danny's temple and takes his hand instead, tugging Danny almost into his lap as he folds down into the corner of the couch. "Don't have anything else that needs going today, spendin' the rest of it just hanging out with you sounds about perfect." There's more they need to sort out, or try to, and he just... wants to be with Danny. As well as learn whatever he can about him that's not contained in a background check: his favorite foods and color and music and books and so damn much else. And he has so little time to fit it all into.

PSL: Sentinel AU

Re: Danny and Eliot: Having a chat

Danny and Eliot: Having a chat

Danny and Eliot: Having a chat

Re: Danny and Eliot: Having a chat

Re: Danny and Eliot: Having a chat

Re: Danny and Eliot: Having a chat

Re: Danny and Eliot: Having a chat

Re: Danny and Eliot: Having a chat

Re: Danny and Eliot: Having a chat

Danny and Eliot: Having a chat