Unsurprisingly, when they're done with dinner, and go back to Stiles' place, they fall right back into bed together. Scott is there this time, but he's being a good roommate, a good bro, and says nothing more than a "Hey, nice to meet you," as they walk in the door and disappear into Stiles' bedroom.

They fall into bed together, and it's somehow even better than last time, and the best part? They don't have to rush as much the second time around. There isn't as much needy desperation, and Isaac has been suckered into staying very, very late, so that Danny and Stiles can actually have some real quality time together, and it's nice.

Once they're finished and cleaned up, they curl up in the bed together, Danny lying flat on his back, Stiles' head resting on Danny's chest. Danny's hand is lazily running up and down Stiles' arm, bicep, shoulder, wanting as much contact as he can get with the other man.

Stiles snuggles closer against him, blissed out on the night - the food, the conversation, the truth that Danny told him that he trusts him to keep, and of course, the phenomenal sex that they have somehow managed to improve on.

"You good?" Danny asks after almost 20 minutes of just lying there together.

"Hmm?" Stiles asks. "Oh, yes. I'm good." He smiles, nodding as he does so, his head rubbing against Danny's chest as he does so.

"Good." Danny tightens his arm a little, closing his eyes, but not going to sleep - that's not his goal. He doesn't want to sleep now, he just wants to be close to the man that he likes, and this is the best that he's felt in a long time. Nothing seems to be going wrong.

Except, of course, for the fact that Stiles is his son's teacher, and it's probably a really bad idea for them to be doing this.

"I think that what you're doing is amazing," Stiles says finally, turning his head, craning his neck so that he can look at Danny as much as he can, though he's really just getting a great view of that fantastically sculpted jaw.

"What?"

"With Charlie," he states. "Adopting him at the point in life that you were in. I'm sure you know what happens to kids who go into the system, and the fact that you saved him from that, that you're caring for him, raising him on your own, it's just...really amazing. I work with kids all day, but I know for a fact that if it came down to it, I couldn't raise my own."

"You might be surprised." Danny shrugs. "But like I said, I've always known that I wanted kids, so this isn't really that much of a stretch, and he's my blood, so that's something that I wasn't expecting to be able to have."

"I know, but doesn't it make life so much harder?" Stiles asks. "And I don't just mean work, I mean, like...finding a partner and whatnot."

"I found you," Danny states. "And from what I can tell, that was entirely because I'm raising Charlie, so..."

"I guess that's true." Stiles smiles, gently kissing Danny's bare shoulder. "What are we gonna do?" he mumbles, turning, burying his face in Danny's neck, nuzzling him.

"What do you mean?" Danny asks, though he's pretty sure that he already knows exactly what Stiles is talking about.

"What are we gonna do about us. We can't...I could lose my job for this," he states, looking at Danny. He's not sure how enforcing they are of that rule at Growing Seeds, but he's also definitely sure that he does not want to find out the hard way.

"I dont know," Danny admits.

He's afraid that Stiles is going to call it off, that he is going to decide that it's not worth the risk, and that it was just great sex a couple of times and that's that.

"I really, really don't want to stop seeing you," Stiles mutters. "And I know that's stupid, because it's only been one date, and then...whatever last time was, but it's been a really long time since I met anyone promising - one might argue that it's been literally forever since I met anyone promising, and I just don't want to throw that away because of some stupid rule that says I'm not supposed to date you because I teach your kid! I mean, it's not like I can even favor him or anything, we don't have papers. It's not like I can give him an A for some shitty, cliched paper on how 1984 isn't really a dystopia, but a utopia, beacuse of blissful ignorance or anything! I just-"

Danny stops him by leaning down, and kissing him. Maybe it's an awkward angle, but it's still more than a little effective, and Stiles gets lost in the kiss for a couple of seconds, before pulling away.

"I don't even understand why the rule exists," he states, picking up right where he left off. "I mean, I guess at some point it could get awkward, but we're adults, right? We can handle this, and it's our lives! Why should anyone else be telling us if we can or can't be together?"

"Stiles," Danny says, the moment Stiles pauses to take a breath and actually allows him to get a word in edgewise.

"Sorry, I...ramble."

"I've noticed." Danny smiles at him, as though it's the most adorable personality quirk he's ever seen. "But hear me out on this, okay? Why don't we just not tell anyone right now. We'll see how we do together. We'll go on dates out of town, and we'll make sure that Allison isn't going to be with Scott at your apartment when I come over, and we'll just go from there. If this ends up being the best thing ever," Danny says, because honestly, he thinks that it might be. "Then we'll decide our next move."

"Okay." Stiles nods. "I'm sorry, I definitely have a tendency to get ahead of myself."

"I've noticed that, too." Danny smiles, leaning in, kissing him again. "Why don't we just enjoy that, for right now, we're are very much together, and very much naked."

"I do like that," Stiles says with a cheeky grin.

"Thought you might."

"Did I mention that it's been a really long time since I met someone promising?" Stiles asks, rolling over so that he is fully on top of Danny, looking down at him.

"You might have said something about that, yes."

"Oh, right," Stiles teases. "Well then, that's enough talking on my part."

He leans down, kissing Danny, and it's long, deep. They've got more time right now than they've had before, time to really explore each other's mouths, each other's lives, each other's bodies, and Stiles keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop, for something to be so wrong with Danny that he has to run for the hills, or worse, that Danny will find something wrong with him, and decide that he's just not worth the trouble.

He's going to enjoy this while it's here, because he's never had sex this good, and he's never had anyone like Danny, and he wants to take full advantage of that, rather than worry about when, or how horribly it's all going to come crashing down around him.

His hands reach up, tangling in Danny's hair as Danny reaches down, gripping Stiles' hips through the sheet, holding the other man on top of him.

Yes, they're both naked, and yes, it could be so much more, but there's something to be said for this - just being in bed together, kissing, letting that go slow, languid, wonderful. There's nothing wrong with the way that they're doing things, and right now, Stiles is happier than he's been in a long time, and Danny? He's not far off himself.

"Nnngggg," Stiles groans when he looks over at the clock. It's getting late, and while he's not sure how long Isaac has been bullied into sitting on Danny's couch, watching TV while Charlie sleeps, he knows that they do NOT want to get on Isaac's bad side, not if they want to be doing things like this again.

"What?" Danny asks.

"I don't want you to go," he mutters.

"I don't want to go," Danny admits, following Stiles' gaze to the clock. "But I have to."

"I know." Stiles nods, masking the disappointment, because he knows that Danny is just being a good father. "I also believe that you would stay if you could."

Stiles rolls off of Danny, letting the other man slip out of bed. He watches, of course, as Danny starts putting his clothes back on, and all that Stiles wants is to grab Danny, and rip those perfectly fitting jeans, and that tight v-neck right off of him, but he's more responsible than that. They both are.

"That's the image I'm going to fall asleep to," Danny states, buckling his belt as he looks at Stiles.

"What?" Stiles tilts his head to the side in confusion.

"You, lying there, draped in a sheet, watching me with those eyes. It's beautiful."

Stiles can't help the blush that creeps up his cheek, and he smiles as Danny finishes dressing.

"God, I really don't want to leave," Danny admits, looking back at Stiles, biting his lip.

"You'll be back," Stiles says with a grin.

"Yeah," Danny smiles. "You can count on that."

"Good." Stiles slips out of bed, pulling on his boxers. "I'll walk you to the door." He slips his hand inside Danny's as they leave his room, walking through the apartment.

Luckily, Scott's in his room, and not in the common area, so before he opens the door for Danny, Stiles leans up, giving him one last kiss for the night.

"Thanks for tonight," Stiles says with a smile.

"You're welcome." Danny lingers, his hand still holding Stiles'. "I had a great time."

"Me too. See you soon?"

"Count on it."

Danny leaves, and Stiles can't help but smile as he closes and locks the door behind him. He makes his way back to his bedroom, and flops back down into the bed, still warm from the other man's body heat.

It's going to be a good night's sleep for him, he knows the moment he turns off the lights and sinks into the warmth, and it feels good.

A/N I am INCREDIBLY sorry for the long wait you guys. Things have not been the easiest for me this past month, so bear with what will probably slower posting from here on out, but don't worry, this story WILL get finished. If you haven't seen me post in a couple of weeks, feel FREE to nag me on tumblr, my URL is purplehoodiesandleatherjackets. I love you all, and hope I still have readers!