A robbery had taken place tonight.
Of course, at the moment, the two of you were oblivious, with the car radio playing softly and the warm California air engulfing you in a familiar comfort. It was either that or the company of each other that had you both so at peace.
After a long day at the grump space, you were almost tempted to just crash there for the night, one of the reasons being that you didn't feel like driving at all from being so exhausted. But after some persistent, sleepy banter, the tall man with the soft brown eyes you adored so much managed to persuade you to ride home with him. One reason was because he really didn't want you sleeping on a couch, and another being that he didn't like the idea of you being by yourself. You almost argued that you lived alone in your own home, but you were already in his car and you were really fond of the idea of sleep.
So now you were curled up in the passengers seat, the sounds of the stereo mixing with the sounds of the running car.
And he was there.
You were watching him through half-lidded eyes, silently noting the way his hands gripped the wheel and how his perfect curls were carried gently with the breeze. You occasionally passed a streetlight, and every time you were careful not to miss his face. The way the shadows danced along his jawline and how the brief shimmer caught his eyes made your face warm. His mouth moved subtlety when hearing a familiar song, which was very often.
He was beautiful.
"How you doing over there, y/n?"
You met his warm eyes for a short moment. There was a possibility it could've been longer if he wasn't concentrating on the road, but you weren't complaining.
You passed another streetlight.
"I'm good . . I feel like I'm gonna pass out any minute though," you said, holding back a yawn.
"Hang on sleepyhead, we're almost there."
It most likely wasn't his intention, but the comment made your brain fuzzy. Your chest felt warm and you wanted to hold his hand, or lean against him . . something.
"I hope you don't plan on crashing on the couch tonight."
You really didn't know why you said this. Maybe you were just desperate to be close to him, seeing as how you had spent the majority of your day with him already and you weren't ready to let him go yet. Maybe it was from being so tired.
But he looked at you once, twice, his eyes going back to the road as he spoke softly.
"Well, you're wrong if you think I'm letting you sleep there, that was the whole reason I didn't let you stay at the grump space," he replied, only half lying.
"I recall you saying that your bed was "comically large", and I honestly don't have a problem crashing with you," you said, probably a little too casually, but you were too tired to care at the moment. He laughed at your comment, the sounds of it enrapturing. You always loved hearing it.
"Alright, I can roll with that."
"Cool."
Danny looked over again, your drowsy response amused him.
"You're pretty cute when you're tired," he said, partly to himself, but he was fully aware he made it audible. Somehow he knew you wouldn't mind though.
You didn't have the energy or the courage to say what you really wanted to say at the moment. His words made your heart flutter and you had to wonder whether he said them out of fondness or just sheer sleep deprivation.
"Thanks . . you are too."
He laughed again, softer this time. His hands loosened on the steering wheel, then tightened again.
"Thank you, sleepyhead."
You found yourself closing your eyes for a moment, feeling your body sway as he pulled into the driveway. The car came to a stop and the engine went quiet. You listened as he removed his keys from the ignition, and you opened your eyes to see him already getting out of the car.
You were about to follow suit, unbuckling yourself, when your door was opened and you felt arms wrap around your frame. You were lifted up as gently as possible and he closed the door, walking up his front steps with you in his grasp.
Luckily for the both of you, Barry went home earlier, so the door was unlocked. After you opened and closed it for the man who was carrying you, you were finally headed to bed.
The house was quiet, the only sounds you could hear were Danny's footsteps and the click of his bedroom door closing.
He sat you down gently on the bed and asked if you needed any sleepwear. You told him you were fine, already burying yourself in his fluffy comforter. He quickly changed and crawled in beside you, happy to finally let sleep take him over.
But he kept his eyes open a little longer, because he was watching you breathe and letting his eyes trail along your features.
You were beautiful.
"Stealing is illegal, you know."
Your eyes opened slowly, and you were rewarded with a sleepy grin.
"What exactly did I steal?"
Danny watched as a small smile tugged at the corners of your mouth, and how your eyes closed again mid-sentence.
He pulled you closer to him, the action feeling right somehow, like it was the most natural thing in the world. You wrapped your arms lazily around his torso, his warm chest providing that familiar comfort. He kissed your temple and rubbed your back soothingly, putting you to sleep.
"My heart . . and my bed."
