"What is… what is that you're drinking?" Steve asked from the driver's seat of the Camaro, eyes fixated on the plastic cup Danny held in his left hand. It was filled with a creamy concoction that Steve was fairly certain was not regular milk. What looked like caramel and chocolate syrup was drizzled across the top, which then ran down the inside of the plastic cup and pooled at the bottom, swirling together to cover the bottom of the green straw sticking out of the lid.

Danny turned his gaze from staring out the window at the passing scenery to his partner eye-balling his cold drink. "It's a…"

Steve didn't give Danny a chance to finish and startled him by swiftly swiping it out of his lose grasp.

"Hey!" Danny yelled lunging for his drink the best he could, only to be stopped short by the seat belt digging into his right shoulder and Steve's palm pressed into his chest. "Give that back!"

Steve brought the cup towards his nose and inhaled the scent. "I smell coconut."

Danny sat back in his seat dumbfounded that his drink had been snagged so efficiently by the former Navy SEAL.

"And chocolate." Steve sniffed the lid again. "Caramel too. God this looks, delicious." He held the drink in his left hand towards the window and raised his eyebrows at Danny.

"Don't you dare," Danny warned. Steve took a swig anyway and Danny rolled his eyes, throwing his hands up in the air in defeat. "For future reference, would you please refrain from yanking things out of my hands? You Neanderthal. It's my drink. Emphasis on the my."

Steve smiled wide and swallowed the mouthful he stole from the cup. He closed his eyes as he handed the cup back to Danny. "That is the most wonderful thing I've ever had pass through my lips."

"Really?" Danny questioned with a smirk. "Huh?" He slammed a hand onto the dash as Steve veered into the other lane. "Hey! Yo eyes on the road, you animal!" Danny slapped Steve's thigh to get his attention, thankful his drink had a lid and it didn't slosh over the rim. "Pay attention, would ya?"

"Sorry," Steve replied sheepishly. He eyed Danny's cup once more and Danny moved it to his other hand away from Steve's reach.

"No." Danny said with a stern look and shook his finger at him. He glanced at his cup and cringed, his face contorting. "You got spit on my straw."

Steve gaped at Danny with an open mouth. "You kiss me all the time and you have a problem with my spit on your straw?"

Danny opened his mouth to respond and instantly shut it.

Steve nodded in silent victory.

"It's a coconut milk mocha macchiato from Starbucks if you want one of your own." Danny said before taking a long drink and swallowing it with a satisfied expression crossing his features.

"That's a mouthful of tongue twisting words," Steve replied trying to burn the name of the drink into his memory for future reference.

"Here." Danny relented and pushed the cup in front of Steve's face. "You'll never remember the name of it on your own." He grinned wide and flashed Steve one of his killer smiles. "Besides, I guess I really don't mind swapping spit with you."