Title: Snapshots of a Shared Life

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Author's Note: I don't know if there's anyone still out there, but I know I miss these two so much sometimes. I still have a lot of oneshots (and even another multi-chapter story) written for this couple and I thought I'd go ahead and post what I have instead of it sitting on my computer where no one but me can read it.

This will be a series of McKono oneshots after Kono has moved into the McGarrett house with him. They are not in order, but are around that period of time in their relationship.

Please comment if you read! It would mean a lot. Take care, happy holidays! Have a great end to your year!

Steve wakes up instantly when he feels Kono slide out from under his arm, the bed shifting as she leaves his side. He glances at the clock. It's still too early for work and he hadn't gotten a call about a case.

"Hey, where you going? Surfing?" he questions sleepily.

"Sorry to wake you," Kono whispers unconsciously though it's only the two of them in the room. It's not her fault he woke up while she was trying to quietly leave without disturbing him. She blames it on his SEAL training. She can never sneak out of bed for a midnight snack without him asking her where she's going. "I have to go back to my place."

He watches her pull on her jeans over her sleep shorts as she looks around for her shirt. "You can shower here."

"With your three minute shower rule?" she teases, coming to sit on his side of the bed, leaning over to brush a soft kiss on his lips.

His lips quirk up in a smile. She will never stop teasing him about his shower habit. But he has to admit, when she's involved, he's broken his shower rule many times and they've taken their sweet time, only getting out when the water's turned cold. It's another area of his life where she's brought some levity.

"You're exempt from that rule, Kono, you know that," he murmurs, pulling her to his chest.

"Oh, thank you so much," she says, gracing him with another kiss for his comment. "But it's not that. I need clothes for work."

"You have clothes here."

"I already wore those this week."

He shrugs. "Wear them again."

She shakes her head at him. "Men."

"What? It's not like your boss will mind." He winks at her.

She chuckles. "Cute. But no can do. I'll see you at work in a few hours."

His hold on her tightens. "Move your stuff here so you don't have to leave."

There's silence for a moment and when he opens his eyes wider, there's an adorable look of surprise on her face, her brow crinkled, eyes shocked at what he's said out loud.

"Uh, you're still asleep," she says slowly, gently removing herself from his grasp and standing up.

"No, no, I'm not." In fact, he's wide awake now. He sits up, pulls her to him, and wraps his arms around her waist to keep her in place. "I'm serious. Move in." Now that he's said it like that, the offer so direct it cannot be mistaken, his stomach starts to churn and he begins to feel a little nervous, staring anxiously up at her, waiting to see how she'll react.

"I... you..." She laughs a little to dispel the sudden seriousness in the air. "You're talking in your sleep, Steve."

"I'm not," he counters, shaking his head. "Come on. You're here all the time anyway. You sleep here most of the week unless you're too tired to drive here. And the beach is right there," he points toward the windows, throwing in the enticing detail of the ocean to sweeten the deal.

"I... Wait, are you serious right now?" Kono asks, as if this could simply be a ploy to keep her in bed just for this morning instead of a genuine offer. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why's that? You won't have to follow my shower rule," he promises with a grin.

"No, I mean, I just..." He waits for her to speak as she continues to stare at him in bafflement. "I mean, living together? That's like, all the time."

"Yes. I get that," he says slowly.

"Like, all day. And all night." He nods at her explanation. "And all my stuff would be here! And I have a lot of stuff, Steve. And you're clean and tidy, and, well, you've seen my place."

He has. Her bedroom looks like a tsunami blew through but she seems to know exactly where everything is. He doesn't understand her madness or her pile system of clothes at all.

"There's plenty of room here."

She doesn't look convinced by his assurance of closet space.

"Have you ever lived with anyone before?" Steve asks hesitantly, not sure if he wants to know the answer. She's had her share of short-term relationships and flings, but only one or two reached a serious level. He doesn't recall her ever having mentioned living with a guy though.

"No," she answers honestly. "Unless you count living in a beach house with a dozen other surfers during competitions, but I don't. Have you?"

"Nope," he replies, a wave of relief going through him at her answer. It's silly, he knows that, but he can't help but be glad that he'll be her first for this step in a relationship, just like she'll be his. "We'll figure it out."

"But... we'll be together all the time," she elaborates, starting to sound a little frantic at how he's missing the importance of this, as if he's being difficult on purpose. "Steve, I don't know, maybe we should leave things as they are. I'll still sleep over like-"

Kono Kalakaua, scared. He never would have thought it. Steve restrains a grin as he looks up at her, his hands brushing up and down her bare arms as if to soothe her worry, to ease her fears simply by touching her.

"Thing is," he begins shyly, eyes locked on hers, his voice low but his words steady, "I wouldn't mind being with you all the time."

Steve knows the moment he's won when he feels her body melt in his arms at his words. She relaxes in his grip and her eyes go soft as she smiles at him sweetly. She makes a sudden move that takes him by surprise as she loops her arms around his neck and bends down so they're at eye level. She looks deep into his blue eyes, as if assessing his sincerity, then slowly smiles after a moment of thought.

"Steve," she whispers quietly right before she kisses him gently. "I... okay. Okay."

"Yeah?" He grins at her, heart beating fast and a rush of relief flowing through him at her acceptance. He hadn't realized how much he wanted her to say yes until she'd actually said it. "Really?"

"Really," she echoes with a grin, laughing slightly as he pulls her back into bed, his hands scrambling to remove her shirt. "Wait, but I'm warning you right now, I take super long showers and I will use up all your hot water! And I take, like, an hour in the bathroom to shave my legs. And I want all my sugary cereal here so you better make room in the kitchen."

"Are you trying to make me change my mind?" he asks in between placing kisses down her neckline.

"What? No!" she insists quickly, looking at him and catching his proud grin as he gets her to admit that she does want to move in too. "I just want to make sure you know what you're getting into."

"I do. You," he says with a dirty smile, snapping open the button of the jeans she slipped on to leave the house in.

She giggles and kicks her legs half-heartedly in protest as he fumbles with the zipper. "No, seriously, Steve, I have to go home and change. I can't wear the same outfit twice."

"Yes, you can."

"No, I can't." Yet she lets out a low moan when his fingers graze the soft skin of her thighs as he slides down her jeans, grinning at his success.

"Yes, you can."

"No, I can't. What if Danny or Chin notice?"

"I'll fire them."

"I mean it, Steve. Steve," she warns even as he hovers on top of her, their mouths meeting as her legs eagerly part to let him rest between them. "Steve," she tries to say one last time but it comes out as a moan as he nibbles at her bottom lip, then soothes it with his thumb.

She ends up wearing the same outfit to work.

Steve grins all day.

the end ~