Danny was careful not get spit on her clothes. He wiped his palm against his hip and then pulled her tightly against him. He realized what she was doing but that realization was buried within the deep recesses of his mind. She was kissing him again, her lips soft and molding against his, and Danny wasn't able to focus on much else.

He lifted her, encouraging her legs to wrap around his waist and took a step forward to place her on the bathroom counter. Their kiss deepened but as always, Danny eventually had to breathe.

"That was a better idea." He finally exhaled against her lips, his voice heavy as he held her close. His hands splay on her back while his forehead lightly rested against hers.