Canon Omake: T-Shirts and Slang (Just a little NSFW)

Daniel liked quiet.

Becca called it brooding, and yeah, fair, but most of the time he wasn't thinking about anything heavy or complicated. He was just enjoying the vibe. Head empty, no thoughts. It was the kind of peace that only existed in those slivers of time between this or that thing, where he could lose himself while his hands were busy.

Granted, these moments only really existed when his little sex-gremlin of a girlfriend let him bask in said moments, but he knew better than to complain. Especially as she bent over and flashed him functionally everything under the guise of putting away this or that knicknack.

He was standing in the kitchen in a black tee and loose sweatpants, one hand braced on the counter, watching her run past with the kind of energy that should have been impossible after the week they had both had. She was barefoot, hair still a little damp, and she was wearing his shirt mostly because she'd kidnapped it, as well as many others like it. It swallowed her shoulders, hung down over her hips, and when she moved fast enough it flashed the pale backs of her thighs, making it clear that was the only thing she'd bothered to throw on.

She knew exactly what she was doing.

He knew she knew.

She swung around the doorframe, peeking back at him with a grin that cackled with trouble.

“What?” she asked, like she hadn't just made his entire brain lock up.

Daniel cleared his throat. “Nothing.”

Rebecca’s grin widened. “Uh huh.”

She walked back into the living room, eyes locked on him, posture loose and cocky. She put that little bit of extra sway into her step, flashing her milky thighs and long legs before doing a little spin that showed off her toned ass.

Daniel set the mug down a little too hard, and the spoon clinked against ceramic.

“Becca,” he said.

“What.”

“That's my shirt.”

She glanced down at herself like this was brand new information. “No, Danny. This is my shirt.”

He exhaled slowly, trying to keep his face neutral. “You're wearing my shirt.”

“Mm.” She took two more steps backward, then turned around deliberately, bending just enough to grab a throw blanket off the couch. The arch in her back was perfect, complete with a little wiggle as she claimed her prize.

His eyes tracked that rising moon without his permission.

She looked back over her shoulder, catching him.

“Oh my God,” she said, delighted. “You looked.”

He tried to stay firm. “I've got eyes.”

“You looked at my ass.”

Daniel’s jaw tightened. “You're doing that on purpose.”

Rebecca turned fully, blanket in hand, and gave him a slow, lazy smile. “Yes.”

His throat went dry. It annoyed him that she could make him dance to her tune so perfectly. He was in danger. He needed an adult.

He knew better than to say it though, because Becca would never let him live it down. And honestly? If anyone was in danger here, it was her. Those cuffs she ordered had come in yesterday, and he knew where she'd hidden the paddle.

Rebecca tossed the blanket up and caught it, then wrapped it around her shoulders like a cape. The oversized shirt bunched under it, and she strutted across the living room like she was on a runway.

Daniel leaned on the counter harder, pretending to ponder his cup as his eyes lit up teasingly.

“You're being a menace,” he said.

She stopped mid-strut and put a hand to her chest with exaggerated offense. “A menace.”

“Yes.”

“How dare you.”

He didn't answer, which only seemed to outrage her more. He watched her shift her weight, come to a decision, and then flop onto the couch, legs dancing in the air.

Rebecca’s voice dropped slightly. “Come sit with me.”

He swallowed, somewhat mesmerized. “I'm making coffee.”

She held up the blanket like a lure, sliding her leg down across the cushions. “Bring it over.”

Daniel stared for just a moment, picked up the mug again, and walked into the living room. He very casually made his way there, no hurry at all, and sat down next to her. Rebecca immediately ignored that and climbed into his lap sideways.

He didn’t freeze so much as pause, electricity shooting up his back as she took his hand and slid it up her thigh, his breath hitching as she ground her rear into his lap. Even now she still managed to tease him so well, and he always seemed to hitch at the last moment. She kept his free hand captive, though, as she leaned into him.

Rebecca stared at him with equal parts exasperation and amusement.

“What?” he asked.

She poked his chest lightly. “You always do that.”

“Do what.”

“You stop yourself for half a second, like you’re deciding if you're allowed to touch me. You can, you know.” She whispered cheekily, "Anywhere you want..."

He gave her a look, his eyes dancing. “Oh I know. Maybe I just like teasing you back.”

She made a small sound of disbelief. “Danny.”

He didn't deign to look her in the eye, sipping at his drink and all but hiding behind the mug.

Rebecca leaned in closer, her mouth near his ear. "And what if I told you to fucking rail me, Mr. Carter?”

His shoulders tightened as she laughed, before cuddling in. She always loved seeing that, seeing what she could do to him. What she did do to him, if what she felt poking her backside was what she thought it was.

Rebecca’s tone softened, and she kissed his cheek. “It's okay to want me.”

The cup clinked against the side table, forgotten, as he slid his hands under her claimed shirt, feeling the goosebumps go up her body as he pulled her in.

Rebecca shivered, panting.

He felt it.

She wasn't the only one able to get a reaction after all, and those hard points pressing into his chest was all the indication he needed.

She smiled and tucked the blanket around both of them. “Better.”

"Mmm. Much." He agreed as she leaned in for a kiss, before drifting back, her focus on him. The silence was comfortable, homey, warm, the feeling of her body against his doing all kinds of things to them both, but neither wanted to move.

“You're staring,” he said, finally.

“You're pretty.” she replied.

He blinked. “Pretty, am I? Not the word I've heard used to describe it, but go on.”

“But you are, in a manly kinda way. All statuesque, handsome, but also pretty. Pretty cute, too.” she said, like this was obvious. He rolled his eyes as she giggled in his arms.

Daniel looked down at her, stealing a kiss. “You're in a weird mood.”

Rebecca laughed. “I'm in a great mood.”

“You're in my shirt.”

“Mm,” she agreed, and wiggled a little in his lap. She'd transitioned to full-on straddling him, but hadn't gone those last few steps. Yet. She was still in a teasing mood.

His breath caught despite himself. She really did know how to get him going, even as he pouted at her.

Rebecca’s grin turned sharp again. “I love that you pretend to be annoyed.”

“I'm annoyed,” he said.

“Liar.”

He tried to hold the line. “I'm horny, there's a difference. Which begs the question, why are you still in my shirt?” He huffed. "You've kidnapped most of them by now. I'll need this one back.

Rebecca tilted her head, just so, her finger resting on her chin like she was pondering the mysteries of the universe. “Why?”

“Because I need clothes.”

She looked down at herself, then back up at him. “But I need clothes too. Your clothes. Besides, you can't tell me I don't look good in this.”

Daniel huffed a laugh despite himself. "You're incorrigible, you adorkable menace."

Rebecca lit up like she had won something. “There it is.”

“What.”

“You did the thing again.”

“I do lots of things, Becca. Keep grinding like that and I'll be doing them to you.”

“Promises, promises, but that's not what I mean.”

He stared at her for a second, trying to understand just what Becca was getting at. Rebecca reached up and brushed his hair back with her fingers. She leaned into him, and stole a kiss, arms around his shoulders.

“You're very weird, Danny,” she said.

“That's rude.”

“But you are!” she insisted, “You're such a weirdo sometimes. I love it about you, but it doesn't make it untrue.”

He narrowed his eyes, with a hint of playful challenge. “So are you, Miss Turducken from the Fifth Dimension. Remind me again who wanted to watch that for Thanksgiving?" He snorted, remembering that flick. It was... so bad. So very, very bad. "You're also rude. Can't forget that.”

Rebecca leaned in and kissed him, quick and sweet, then pulled back with the same grin. “And yet, you keep me around. I must have something going on that's got you coming back.” She said, in her best sultry voice, and he groaned into her shoulder when she pressed down just right.

He couldn't deny that, to be sure.

She shifted again, and the shirt rode up just enough that he caught a glimpse of her abs, his fingers tracing them.

He tried to play coy, but she knew he loved that. Loved exploring her body. Even if she would never forgive him for putting the term 'cum gutters' into her vocabulary. Jill still had a field day teasing her about that, despite the fact that between the two of them, Jill was the one rocking a six pack.

Rebecca snorted and leaned into his touch. “See something you like, baby?" The line was delivered in her best beach bro baritone, and his head shot up, a light blush on his face. The gobsmacked look on his face was worth it every time she pulled that one.

“Becca.”

“Danny.”

His voice went flat. “Stop that.”

She widened her eyes innocently. “Stop what?”

He stared at her.

Rebecca tried to hold the innocent act, but she broke into giggles.

"I still don't know how someone who weighs about ninety pounds soaking wet and barely comes up to my collarbone manages to sound line a six-foot-six linebacker so damn convincingly." He said as she lost the battle and went into full on cackles. It did a lot of interesting things to her body as it pressed up against him.

They sat like that, cuddling, with Becca bursting into giggles every so often. He bore that with dignity, even as her fingers found their way under his shirt and across his chest. Whatever she was imagining, it was truly beyond his comprehension, willing or otherwise. The mind of his genius girlfriend at work, no doubt. It was nice, though feeling her touch, as he cupped her ass, pulling her into him. 

Rebecca hummed, then pulled back to look at him. “So,” she said.

“So,” he echoed.

She grinned. “I've been noticing something.”

Danny gave her a wry look, hiking an eyebrow.

“What,” he asked cautiously, not knowing where she was going with this but doubtlessly knowing it would be at his expense.

Rebecca lifted one finger and tapped his chin. “I've noticed... that you say the weirdest stuff sometimes, Weirdo.”

Daniel blinked. “And what, pray tell, would that be, Weirdo?” He shot back, causing her to grin at him.

“You mix slang.”

He stared at her like she had started speaking another language.

Rebecca kept going, warmed up now. “Sometimes you sound like you popped right out of the 1920s, Danny.”

Daniel’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh, do I now?”

“Yup. And sometimes you sound like Barry,” she continued.

“That's... why does that somehow sound so much more damning?”

“And sometimes you sound like you crawled out of a different planet,” she finished, pleased with herself.

He looked away, and Becca knew she had hit on something. Her Cheshire grin told him that this was a mine she was going to dig at, and all he could do was brace himself.

"You got me, I'm an alien body snatcher, come to Earth to eat your enchiladas, drink your coffee and breed your women." He said, pulling a laugh from her, "But really, I don't see it."

Rebecca ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him close as her voice dropped into something playful. “You do it all the time, Danny. It's like you reach into a bag and pull out a phrase and it's either super old or super weird. ”

He tried to play dumb. “That's so diculous it's de-diculous.”

Rebecca leaned back and stared at him. "I can't believe you just did it again while saying you don't do it, in the most dead-ass way I've ever heard Danny."

"That's just silly. I am a perfectly normal human person who jives with the language of the hip urban youth." His delivery was so straight that for a moment even Rebecca had to reset her brain a little. Danny just laughed at the gobsmacked look she gave him.

"I can't tell if you're serious or not." She said finally, resting her forehead on his, before rallying herself. "But fine, you want an example?"

"Go on."

“You told me earlier that the popcorn at the theater was, and I quote, a vibe,” she said.

Daniel’s face went blank.

Rebecca’s eyes lit. “What does that mean, Danny.”

He blinked once. “It means it was good.”

“That's not what it means.”

“It means it was good,” he repeated.

Rebecca laughed. “No, it does not.”

Daniel tried to keep his tone neutral. “It does.”

Rebecca’s grin widened. “And how, exactly, does that work? Who even says that? No, really, who.”

He stared at his mug.

Rebecca bumped her knee into his leg. “Tell me.”

He took a breath. “I heard it somewhere.”

“Where.”

“Somewhere.”

Rebecca gasped dramatically. “Daniel Eli Carter, are you lying to me?”

“No.”

“Yes, you are.”

“No.”

Rebecca leaned in closer. “You're lying.”

He held her gaze. “I'm not lying.”

Rebecca narrowed her eyes like a detective. “Fine, it means it's good. Despite that not making any sense, after hearing it from, and I quote, Somewhere.” He could hear the capitalization, and he nodded along. Then she hit him with a ringer. "The only vibe that's good in my book is from the one I keep in my dresser. Try again, hon."

He blanched, laughing. “Jesus Becca! It just means it has a mood.”

Rebecca froze. Then she burst out laughing so hard she started to wheeze and had to grab his shoulder to steady herself. It took her a good five minutes before it subsided, and then another five after she got a look at his face.

Daniel sat there, confused. He hadn't said anything that funny.

Rebecca wheezed. “A mood.”

Daniel shrugged. “Yeah.”

“A mood.”

“Yes.”

Rebecca laughed again, shaking her head. “You're insane.”

Daniel’s lips twitched. “And you're in my shirt.”

“That's not a defense. That's a dad joke, at best.”

“It's a counterpoint.”

Rebecca pushed at his chest lightly, still laughing. “Oh my God. Okay. Okay. Fine. Let's do another one.”

Daniel’s eyes narrowed. “No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

Rebecca leaned forward and kissed him again, her fingers teasing his skin as she dragged him against her body, letting him feel every lithe, sinewy inch of hers. Whatever he was going to say died on his lips as they suddenly had something else to focus on.

When she pulled back, she looked smug. “Yes.”

Daniel swallowed. “You're cheating.”

“I'm using my feminine wiles,” she corrected.

Daniel exhaled, knowing a losing argument when he saw one. “Fine. Hit me.”

Rebecca’s smile turned sharp again. “You called Enrico an Extra.”

Daniel stared at her.

Rebecca crossed her arms, which pulled the shirt tight over her chest. Daniel looked away again.

Rebecca caught him and smirked. “Don't do that.”

“I'm not doing anything.”

“You're not getting out of this that easy,” she said.

Daniel rubbed his face with one hand. “He was being really extra. Dude was salty AF.”

Rebecca tilted her head, her face a mix of amusement and gentle chiding. “Now you're just doing it on purpose. I have no idea what you just said, but it absolutely did not sound nice to poor Enrico.”

Daniel scoffed. “Becca, he almost got into a fistfight with me at the range not long after we got together.”

Rebecca laughed. “He knew better than to let it get that far.”

Daniel leaned back slightly. “Yeah, he really spilled his spaghetti there.”

Rebecca studied him for a second. "You're doing that on purpose.”

Daniel shrugged, only managing to keep a straight face for a second. “Guilty.”

Rebecca blinked. “And you call me a menace.”

Danny laughed, his arms going around Rebecca as he got his own giggles in. She just huffed, the tables turned on her in the most unexpected way. Still, such an affront could not go unpunished. Even if she did kinda like it.

Rebecca’s eyes narrowed again. “Danny.”

He gave her a mischievous look. “Don't get in a lather, Becca.”

“You're treading dangerous waters, Mr. Carter.” She growled, cutely. “Dangerous waters indeed.”

Daniel lifted his mug to drink again.

Rebecca slapped his arm lightly. “Hey.”

He lowered the mug. “What.”

“Don't hide behind that mug, babe. I know what you're up to.”

“I'm not hiding.”

“You're hiding.”

Daniel stared at her, then sighed, raising his hands up. “You got me, I confess.”

Rebecca rolled her eyes, thumping her head into his chest. "Troublemaker. Fine, but it's still weird, and you gotta admit that it's weird. I still wanna know."

He hesitated, and she watched him put his thoughts together. She knew that look, and she almost, but not quite, managed to hide her smile.

Daniel eventually gave up and shrugged helplessly. “It's just how I talk. Besides, it's not that weird. It's not like you don't know what I'm saying.” 

Rebecca gave him a flat look. “Okay, I can give you that one, at least about all this salty extra nonsense, but there have been a few that were just... very you, Danny, and don't you deny it. But there's still one that I have no idea what you were saying.”

He groaned. “Which one.”

Rebecca pointed at him, poking him square in the chest.. “You said the other day that something was sus.”

Daniel froze.

Rebecca’s grin went feral. “Sus.”

Daniel stared at her.

Rebecca leaned in. “Danny. What is sus.”

He tried to keep a straight face. “It means suspicious.”

Rebecca blinked, then laughed again. “Just say suspicious.”

“It's shorter,” he said.

Rebecca gasped. “Oh my God. You don't get to be... be efficient in slang!”

“I'm pretty sure that's the entire purpose of slang...” he muttered.

Rebecca’s eyes sparkled. “Shush, I'm proclaiming victory.”

Daniel gave her a bit of a side eye, his words, low and dangerous. “A bold claim when you haven't yet won the battle.”

Rebecca poked his chest again. “I claim victory by girlfriend right! Bow down to the queen, puny mortal.”

Danny looked her straight in the eye, and in that moment Becca realized she'd made a mistake. With one smooth, swift motion, he had her back on the couch cushions, his shirt hiked over her head, with her arms caught. "Puny mortal, eh? More like puny queen." And then his fingers descended on her exposed ribs.

Rebecca let out a squeal of indignation as she tried to struggle against his grip, but he'd pinned her too well, and so exposed, he did the one thing punishable by death in the Queendom of Rebecca. He ticked the ever-living hell out of her.

"Danny! Danny nooooooo!" She howled in laughter as he made short work of her many, many ticklish spots, bucking her hips and kicking wildly, ineffective from his position between her legs. He didn't even tickle her anywhere fun, his roving fingers only inflicting the maximum torment, and Becca almost died laughing from gasping so hard.

"I give, I give!" She eventually howled out, though all things being equal, it wasn't a high bar. He did let her up, eventually, as she draped herself back over him bonelessly, still gasping and tears running down her cheeks from how hard he got her going. He just rubbed her back as she got herself back under control.

Rebecca hung over him, and grumbled quietly. “This betrayal shall be avenged, Danny.”

“Oh, I know,” he said almost casually, checking his nails.

Rebecca studied him for a second longer, then slid her hands up his shoulders and around his neck.

Daniel’s breath caught as she really leaned into his personal space, her eyes boring into his.

“You're lucky you're cute and you have a big dick." She said, and he just lost it, only for her to join him a moment later. Her lips were on his in an instant, and for a single, heated moment, she had him right where she wanted him. He never saw her fingers coming as they poked him in the ribs.

"Jesus!" He shouted as he jumped, only for her to pin him down.

Rebecca smiled wickedly. “Gotcha! That was so adorable you cutie.”

Daniel’s voice came out rougher than he wanted. “Nothing about that was cute. That yelp was very manly I'll have you know.”

Rebecca shrugged. “Nah, that was super cute. You're cute, deal with it.”

He made a small sound of disbelief.

Rebecca grinned. “You are.”

Daniel stared at her, mouth agape.

Rebecca noticed, and her smile turned slow. “You're getting distracted.”

Daniel swallowed. “No.”

Rebecca’s voice dipped. “Yes.” Her tone went sultry as she shifted again in his lap, deliberately, letting her full, naked weight rest on him.

He was ready, she knew, but she had been tickled. There would be consequences for that, and she wasn't quite ready to forgive and forget. Yet.

Rebecca’s eyes traced his, and decided that the game was far from over. Leaning back, she let herself just barely grind against him, let him feel her heat, her wetness, before giving him a raunchy smile.

“Okay,” she said brightly, forcing the tone back up. “I've another one.”

Daniel stared at her, equal parts curious and frustrated. Curious to see where she was going with this. Frustrated because he could practically feel her radiating against his too-tight sweats.

“What,” he asked, a little breathlessly.

Rebecca leaned back, thoughtful. “You told Chris he needed to touch grass.”

Daniel’s face went flat. "You're really doing this."

"Mmmhmm!" Rebecca laughed. "Touch grass. Danny.”

He rubbed his forehead. “It means he needs to go outside.”

“He goes outside all the time,” she said.

Daniel’s eyes narrowed. “Not like that.”

Rebecca squinted. “Not like what.”

Daniel opened his mouth, then closed it.

Rebecca’s grin returned. “You can't explain it, can you?”

Daniel sighed. “It just means he needs to calm down and stop obsessing.”

Rebecca stared at him for a second, then burst into laughter again.

Daniel waited it out.

Rebecca wiped her eyes. “Touch grass.”

Daniel looked away.

"God you can be silly sometimes." Rebecca leaned in, kissed his cheek again, then rested her chin on his shoulder. “You make me happy, Danny. You're wonderful, you know?”

The sudden change threw him. His hands tightened against her, as she hugged him back. There was nothing but warmth in those words, none of the teasing from before, just a kind of steady possessiveness that he found he really, really liked.

Daniel’s voice came out quiet. “You say that like it's obvious.”

Rebecca hummed. “It is to me.”

He swallowed, then hummed against her throat as he enjoyed her pressed up against him, her scent, her heat, her body. Rebecca let out a small pleased sound and settled into him. It still stunned him how much she had come to care about him, and how much he cared about her, despite everything he had between them.

“You make me happy, too, Becca.”

The words came out almost soundlessly, but she felt them as he nuzzled her. Despite the teasing, she liked the reassurance. Knowing that this was okay, that she didn't have to hide herself. Though... despite her... what did he call it? Right, her gremlin tendencies, he still appreciated her.

Rebecca pulled back slowly, eyes bright. “Okay,” she said.

Daniel blinked. “Okay what.”

Rebecca’s smile turned wicked again. “Okay, now I'm going to bully you about your slang even harder.”

He groaned. “Of course.”

Rebecca tapped his nose lightly. “Don't act like you don't love it. Besides, you've seen me naked. No takesie backsies!”

Daniel huffed out a laugh. "So what, because I've touched your butt I have to deal with this chicanery?

Rebecca’s grin widened. “There it's again.”

He rolled his eyes. “God, why are you such a gremlin?”

Rebecca leaned in close, savoring his little pet name for her. “You like it.”

He didn't deny it.

Rebecca shifted, bracing her hands on his shoulders. “Alright. Serious question.”

Danny sighed, an amused smile on his lips. "Serious answer."

Rebecca’s rolled her eyes fondly. “Ass. But really, are you doing it on purpose.”

He frowned. “Doing what.”

“The slang mix,” she said. “Are you messing with me?”

"I mean, sometimes?" He finally admitted. "Oh don't give me that look, you know it too. But not all the time, you know? It's just a habit I have, and I admit that I do like a lot of oldie slang. It comes back around, and I get to claim I used it before it was cool. Again.“ He said with a chuckle, kissing her. "I think it's fun getting a rise out of people too. You do make the most adorkable confused face, Becca.”

Rebecca’s expression turned into something thoughtful. “That's kind of… weirdly honest.”

Daniel gave her a look. “I'm always honest.”

Rebecca snorted. “Sure.”

Daniel’s eyebrows lifted. “I am.”

Rebecca grinned. “You're honest about big stuff. You're weird about tiny stuff.”

Daniel frowned. “Like what.”

Rebecca pointed at the kitchen. “You'll tell me about work, or the range, or your hobbies even like it's nothing, but you won't tell me why you hate the neighbor’s cat.”

Daniel’s face tightened. “That cat is a criminal.”

Rebecca laughed. “It's a cat.”

“It's a criminal cat,” he insisted. "It watches us through the windows. You've seen it!" The admission came out in a grumble that was so petulantly adorable Rebecca couldn't help herself, a small giggle escaping her lips as he sighed.

Rebecca’s laugh softened into a warm smile. “It's not that bad, silly goose. But it's a good example. You're weird about it, and that's okay, it's what I like about you.”

"Even the cat thing, huh?"

"Even the cat thing." Rebecca gave him a satisfied look. “So. You're not messing with me. Usually.”

“No,” he said. "Not usually."

Rebecca nodded, accepting it, then immediately returned to mischief. “Okay. Then I get to teach you.”

Daniel’s eyebrows lifted. “Teach me.”

“Yes,” she said. “We're in 1997, Danny. You can't just walk around saying nonsense. We need to get you with the times, old man.”

He frowned. “It's not nonsense. Also, old man?”

“It's nonsense, old man.” She said, delighted, and he put on the most terribly offended look. It melted with the subtle application of her lips on his, though.

Daniel exhaled. “Fine. Teach me.”

Rebecca’s eyes sparkled. “Okay. First lesson.”

Daniel braced himself.

Rebecca cleared her throat dramatically. “When you want to say something is good, you say it's cool.”

Daniel stared. “That's it.”

Daniel squinted. “That's boring.”

Rebecca gasped. “Don't insult cool.”

Daniel smirked. “Cool is fine. I already use cool.”

Rebecca’s grin turned sharp. “Okay. Then you say awesome.”

Daniel nodded slowly. “I also use awesome.”

Rebecca narrowed her eyes. “Okay. Then you say rad.”

Daniel blinked. “Rad.”

“Yes,” she said, pleased.

Daniel tried it. “Rad.”

Rebecca’s smile widened. “You look like you hate it.”

Daniel shrugged. “It feels forced.”

Rebecca leaned in, eyes gleaming. “You can't be above rad.”

Daniel sighed. “I'm above rad.”

Rebecca slapped his shoulder lightly. “No, you're not.”

Daniel’s lips twitched.

Rebecca pointed at him. “See. You're smiling. You like it.”

Daniel stared at her.

Rebecca leaned in closer, voice dropping. “Say it again.”

Daniel’s throat went rumbly  and deep. “Rad.”

Rebecca shivered. “Okay. That did something.”

Daniel blinked, filing that away. "Oh?”

Rebecca smiled innocently. “Nothing. Continue.”

Daniel stared at her, suspicious.

Rebecca laughed softly. “Okay. Next lesson. If you want to say someone is being ridiculous, you say they're being wack.”

Daniel frowned. “Wack.”

Rebecca nodded. “Wack.”

Daniel tried it. “You're being wack.”

Rebecca’s eyes widened, then she laughed. “Oh my God. You actually did it.”

Daniel gave her a flat look. “Don't laugh. This is your fault.”

Rebecca pressed her forehead against his. “No, no. It's cute. Keep going.”

Daniel exhaled slowly. “This is humiliating.”

Rebecca kissed his cheek. “It's not humiliating. It's bonding.”

Daniel huffed. “You're making this up.”

“I'm not,” she insisted.

Daniel narrowed his eyes. “Wack isn't even a word.”

Rebecca poked his nose again. “It is now.”

Daniel stared at her.

Rebecca’s grin widened. “It is.”

He let out a quiet laugh again, and Rebecca looked pleased with herself.

“Okay,” she said. “Now. Give me one of your weird ones.”

Daniel frowned. "They aren't weird.”

Rebecca nudged him. “Yes, they are, but gimme.”

He hesitated, mumbled something and glanced away.

Rebecca gave him a sly smile. "What was that, hon?"

Daniel muttered, “I said... that your hair looks… fire.”

Rebecca froze.

Then she slowly sat up in his lap.

Daniel immediately regretted everything.

Rebecca stared at him like he had handed her a loaded gun.

“You said my hair looks fire,” she repeated.

Daniel’s face went hot. “Yeah.”

Rebecca’s mouth opened, then closed.

Daniel’s eyes narrowed. “Don't laugh.”

Rebecca tried, genuinely tried.

She failed.

She burst into laughter that made her whole body shake.

Daniel stared at the wall.

Rebecca wheezed. “Fire.”

Daniel sighed. “It means it looks good.”

Rebecca laughed harder. “Fire! What, was cool too lame for you?”

Daniel muttered, “Because it's a thing people say.”

Rebecca wiped at her eyes again. “Who?”

He stared at her.

Rebecca leaned closer, suddenly suspicious again. “Danny.”

Daniel held her gaze.

Rebecca’s smile returned, but it was softer. “You're adorkable.”

Daniel exhaled. “I was wondering if I got that one past you.”

Rebecca’s hands slid down his chest, then she traced a finger along his collarbone through the fabric.

Daniel went still.

Rebecca’s eyes softened. “I like it.”

He swallowed. "Yeah?”

Rebecca leaned in, voice low. “I like hearing you talk, silly man.”

Daniel’s grip tightened.

Rebecca’s breath hitched.

For a second, the teasing drained out of both of them. It was just the two of them, warmth and quiet, the hum of the fridge in the kitchen, and the faint sound of traffic outside.

Rebecca’s eyes flicked down to his mouth again.

Daniel leaned in.

She met him halfway.

The kiss was longer this time, and it was hungry. She had been grinding against him for almost an hour, savoring the anticipation, staying right on the edge. That was pure Rebecca though, and they both knew it, and because, or maybe despite, that, she liked the chase, maybe a little too much sometimes. She liked getting him riled up, and with how hard he was she was honestly amazed he hadn't bent her over the couch and destroyed her, but the pursuit was starting to grow old. She was looking for a different kind of action.

Rebecca stood in front of him with the blanket still wrapped around her shoulders, and she stared down at him like she was plotting something.

Daniel raised an eyebrow. “What.”

Rebecca nodded slowly. “Okay. New plan.”

“What plan,” he asked.

Rebecca walked toward the hallway, still wrapped in the blanket, and called over her shoulder, “We are going to the bedroom.”

Daniel blinked. “What.”

Rebecca stopped, turned, and smiled like a thief.

“You're going to lie down,” she said. “And I'm going to teach you a little slang. Properly.”

Daniel stared at her, before rising, his voice just a little rougher. “In the bedroom.”

Rebecca nodded. “Yes.”

Daniel’s voice went flat as he stalked up to her. “And what, pray tell, will you be teaching me.”

Rebecca’s smile widened, her eyes gleaming with wicked intent as she leaned in and whispered into his ear.

Daniel swallowed as she let the blanket drop, her stolen shirt with it, leaving her totally exposed to his thirsty gaze.

“Ready?” she asked, trailing her fingers down his chest and hooking them into the hem of his sweats.

Daniel swallowed. “For what.”

Rebecca’s grin turned wicked. “For me to teach you how to be cool.”

Daniel huffed a laugh. “I'm already cool.”

Rebecca dragged him into the room. “Sure you are, Danny. Sure you are.”

The door clicked shut behind them.

AN: Just a little something to decompress and tide all my TTN fans over with. This one really got away from me though NGL. If you're wondering, this is in fact a conversation (under very similar circumstances) that I had had with an ex of mine some years ago. I dunno why but I have just a lot of fun doing these silly romantic scenes with Danny and Becca, but yeah, it's a little too big and a little too verbose to get into it's own chapter, so here, have a glance into a day in the life of our favorite zombie-killing power couple!