For Danny - sexswitch

[sluttylyingliar]

There is fuckery afoot. Deep, deep levels of fuckery. Rachel is staying firmly on her porch, smoking furiously because she does not even want to know what else is going on. People who should be grown ass men are little kids and she's so intensely grateful she's not a fat, 13 year old version of herself. She'd rather wake up with a dick than have Raylan see that. Have Danny see that. But especially Raylan.

But whatever, she's staying right here. As if there's not enough going on. This is exactly what they need.

Fucking island.

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[haolehothead]

"Don't be fucking jealous, I'm eighteen. I'm pretty sure my sisters had better," Danny says, starting to feel even more awkward and on the burgeoning edge of an angry panic attack that he typically needs Steve to calm him down from. "He's little?" Danny asks, eyes widening. "Can I go see him?"

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"Can I grab your tits again?" she counters, eyebrow raised. "Because it's going to take a pretty good payoff to give you that sort of ammo to endlessly make fun of him."

[haolehothead]

"I don't, I'm not, it's not about embarrassing him," Danny protests, cheeks flushing an embarrassed shade as he tries to recuperate from the damage. "I just...I want to see if he looks adorable, okay?" he huffs out. "And shut up, in advance."

[sluttylyingliar.livejournal.com]

That's...kind of precious.

"He looks pretty adorable," she says with a soft grin, motioning to the door. "But be fucking quiet. If you wake him up, you're babysitting."

Her voice drops to a whisper as she slowly opens the door. "We think he's about five."

[haolehothead]

Danny creeps inside behind Rachel, tentative in his steps, about to say that he doesn't mind babysitting, but he does because he has a date with Steve and that's why he's here. He keeps quiet and peeks inside (shorter than Rachel by so goddamn much that he's practically two heads below her at the door). His face melts for a moment before he stubbornly makes it stern.

He does not need to be getting emotionally bribed right now. Not with Steve being all 'I want a family and you have the parts' at him.

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Raylan is curled up, tiny in the middle of the bed. His little arm is flung around Rachel's pillow and she can't help but smile down at him.

She takes Danny's teeny little arm after a moment and leads him back outside.

"Pretty fucking cute, huh?"

[haolehothead]

"Yeah, he is. I mean, and now you're gonna know what a little baby will look like when you give in and have one," Danny taunts with a smirk on his face. He reaches his fingers up to slowly start undoing the tie, given that he's not doing anymore work today.

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"Keep laughing, tits," she warns. "I'm actually surprised you've willingly subjected yourself to me making fun of you for the rest of your life. What does Steve think about this? Oh my God, have you fucked? Tell me you have."

[haolehothead]

Danny gives as good a glare as he can manage, but the problem is that he's eighteen and he flushes as easy as dropping a pin, which means that Danny is currently beet red and stubbornly yanking the tie through his fingers. "What's it to you, huh?"

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"Ha!" she triumphantly declares. "You've totally had girl orgasms. Are they really different? You can tell me."

[haolehothead]

Danny is tapping his foot and currently giving Rachel a glare that only falters because he does need womanly advice. And maybe has to talk about the other thing, eventually. "Fuck you, I need a dress for tonight. I told Steve we'd have a thing, a date-thing, and I want to impress him slightly. Not too much, but just enough that he makes that swallowing sound."

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"Okay, seriously, are all my dreams coming true?" she wonders aloud. "You want me to dress you. Tiny girl you. In a pretty, pretty dress? I can do that? Can I show your boobs?"

[haolehothead]

"I am not that tiny," Danny huffs out, even though he absolutely is (5'1, at best) and his waist is absolutely miniscule. He sniffs a huff of frustration, tie balled up in his hand and glares. "I'd rather show off my other asset," he finally allows.

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"So you want an ass dress," she observes, leaning around to take a look. "Okay, you've got a good one. Tiny and bubble. I can work with this. You can come back inside but keep your high pitched voice down."

[haolehothead]

Danny crosses his arms over his chest, the glare absolutely gone nowhere and concedes the next words only with the biggest of grimaces. "I think your stuff might be too big for me. Too...tall," he spits out.

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Rachel is a fucking saint to not laugh right now.

"I can make it work," she assures him. Her. Whatever. "Come on. Let's find you an ass dress." She drags him back in, pretty sure she knows what will work.

[haolehothead]

Danny stumbles forward when Rachel jerks on his arm and the hair goes flying in a mess -- all of it when it falls from Danny's loose grasp. He sighs and goes along, only telling himself that it's worth it because she'll know what to do.

And besides, for once, maybe Danny's beginning to understand her trepidation over the kid-thing. Or maybe that's just eighteen years old talking. "I better be making you feel better about the five-year-old kind-of fiance thing."

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"Yeah, you're such a giver," she snorts, shooting a glance at the still sleeping....boyfriend and dragging him into the next room. "Okay, start stripping. I've got a dress that's totally indecent on me so it might work on you. Clothes off."

[haolehothead]

Danny grimaces, with his hands at the hem of his shirt, fidgeting with the buttons, but not sliding them off. "Rach, can't you just give it to me and let me go change?" he whines. "I don't really want to be sitting here stripping when I feel gross."

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"No," she hisses, yanking the dress out. "Because I'll probably need to pin it a little bit so quit bitching. You're not gross."

It's a tight, royal blue bandage dress that's indecently short on Rachel and is absolutely made to hug the ass. Shows off boobs quite nicely, too, which Danny actually seems to have more of than her.

Bitch.

[haolehothead]

"I'm gross," Danny kvetches with a distinctly displeased look on his face, closer to a whining look than anything else. "I'm gross and I'm twice the size of Steve's ex in my hips and my shoulders are goddamn linebacker shoulders," he whines, protectively crossing his arms over his chest.

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"Oh my fucking God," she huffs, reaching down to undo Danny's pants. "You're tiny. And an hourglass. It's like, the ideal figure. So shut the fuck up and put this on."

[haolehothead]

"Rachel!" Danny hisses out indignantly, throwing her a sharp look. "Would you not with the..." He knows a losing battle when he sees one and besides that, he needs her in a good mood for what he's about to talk about next, so he sighs and lets her do whatever she wants, hands in the air.

Besides, let Rachel crow about the goddamn red panties all she wants. Danny's only like this temporarily.

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She yanks his pants down and makes only the barest attempts to bite down on a smile. "Nice panties," she smirks, handing the dress over. "On it goes."

[haolehothead]

"Hey, I was married for eight years, I know how to put on a pair of underwear," he says with a little bit of attitude because that is the one thing he's not a failure on. He sighs and strips off the shirt, flexing his shoulders back to try and make them smaller somehow (it doesn't work) while sliding and shimmying into the dress, a hand subconsciously over his stomach.