Let's get down to business

[first_rule]

If Daniel had thought the last year had been a whirlwind, it was nothing like all that changed the moment they stood before Dylan in the park. A lifetime of hardwork, a year of risking prison and failure, and now he had come to the pinnacle of all he had ever wanted.

And it wasn't even close to over yet. Packing wasn't hard, and leaving behind his life had already been done. They had no idea where they were going, or what was coming next.

He did know that McKinney didn't stop making whatever sound that was at the ungodly hour of not even four in the morning, and he was about ready to scream if the coffee maker didn't go faster.

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[first_rule]

Now it felt like normal, without him showing how much in love with he he was, and had always been. "Your God Danny. I like how that sounds."

[the_highpriestess]

"This conversation is over," she insisted on the heel of a groan. Not that she made any actual motion to try and extricate herself from it.

[first_rule]

Leaning in, he kissed her cheek. "See, now things are normal," he said, smirking as he winked at her. He might play the fool, but he could read people better than most, maybe not as good as everyone but better than most. He'd seen that look in her eyes and he'd changed the mood.

[the_highpriestess]

"For us, maybe." She paused, leaning almost reflexively into the kiss. "I'm pretty sure no one else in their right mind would consider this normal."

[first_rule]

"Yeah but they don't have our life. It has to work for us," he said, grinning. "Besides, most would suck living our life."

[the_highpriestess]

"And that sounds like a lead up to another cheap innuendo," she says in response, making another face. What with the sucking and all.

[first_rule]

"Cheap? I'll have you know they're very expensive. I only spend them on you," he said, smirking, now being cheesy on top of his cheap innuendos.

[the_highpriestess]

"I'm flattered," she promised, dryly. "I'm pretty sure the jokes are cheap, though."

[first_rule]

"You're going to break my heart," he warned, not sure if that was warning though or giving her an opening.

[the_highpriestess]

Paybacks are a bitch, lingered on the tip of her tongue, automatic, not entirely intentionally. She managed to hold herself back from spitting that one out, however, thankfully, let out a breath instead, and shrugged.

"I'm pretty sure you'll live, Danny," she decided upon instead, making a face at him. And possibly herself, for her gut reaction, even if she'd stopped herself from being that cruel.

[first_rule]

Likely he was going to face those words from her, sooner than later, but he was okay with that.

"I might. Maybe," he said, he smirked. "Will you give me mouth to mouth though if it becomes dicey?"

See, this is what is wrong with him.

[the_highpriestess]

"Probably not."

If he was really dying, then sure, yes, in a heartbeat, but in this case? No. A whole world of no. Never mind the fact that she was okay with kissing him of her own volition otherwise. There was a difference here.

[first_rule]

"Just promise not to get McKinney to do it. I might actually die then, and someone might be sad." He wouldn't say she would, but someone might.

[the_highpriestess]

"Oh, trust me, I'm totally siccing Merritt on you," she told him, teasing and on the heel of a laugh.

[first_rule]

"No. No you won't," he said. "I will hide. I will run away," he said, then he paused because, truth was, he had run away before.

"I mean, I'll take him down."

[the_highpriestess]

"You'd be unconscious," she shot back, choosing to focus on that rather than the idea of Daniel running away. Again. "I'm pretty sure you wouldn't be able to fight anyone or whatever. You'd just have to sit there and take it."

[first_rule]

He stopped, pausing to give her a look. It was hurt and puppy eyes. "You are a wicked and evil woman. I want you to know that."

He winked at her. "I like that in you. Only you."

[the_highpriestess]

"I try my best," she promised, flashing him a smirk of a smile. "I kind of have to, to keep up with you assholes."

In this case, assholes sounded like a term of endearment rather than an insult.

[first_rule]

"And you do such a good job," he admitted. "We should get you a medal."