H50 Drabble: Pineapple Liqueur
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kat_lair***
Title: Pineapple Liqueur
Author:kat_lair
Fandom: Hawaii Five-0
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Tags: Drabble, First Kiss
Rating: G
Word count: 100
Summary: Pineapple has never much been to Danny’s taste. Until now.
Author notes: For![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fandomtrees I wrote five drabbles for pushkin666. They were themed around the five senses. This one is taste.
Pineapple Liqueur on AO3
Danny doesn’t like pineapple on a pizza. Or on gammon.
He tolerates it on a fruit platter. Maybe in a cocktail. But really, pineapple has never much been to Danny’s taste.
Until now.
Steve’s mouth is sharp with it, the sweet acidity of pineapple and burn of alcohol, warm and intoxicating where it lingers on his tongue.
Their glasses sit forgotten on the table, sticky with the remnants of pineapple liqueur that Steve had talked Danny into sharing. First from the bottle, and now…
Danny licks deeper into Steve’s mouth, chasing the taste, swallowing down the groan like candied fruit.
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Title: Pineapple Liqueur
Author:
kat_lair Fandom: Hawaii Five-0
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Tags: Drabble, First Kiss
Rating: G
Word count: 100
Summary: Pineapple has never much been to Danny’s taste. Until now.
Author notes: For
fandomtrees I wrote five drabbles for pushkin666. They were themed around the five senses. This one is taste.Pineapple Liqueur on AO3
Danny doesn’t like pineapple on a pizza. Or on gammon.
He tolerates it on a fruit platter. Maybe in a cocktail. But really, pineapple has never much been to Danny’s taste.
Until now.
Steve’s mouth is sharp with it, the sweet acidity of pineapple and burn of alcohol, warm and intoxicating where it lingers on his tongue.
Their glasses sit forgotten on the table, sticky with the remnants of pineapple liqueur that Steve had talked Danny into sharing. First from the bottle, and now…
Danny licks deeper into Steve’s mouth, chasing the taste, swallowing down the groan like candied fruit.
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