Beginnings

They were together before they were together. Everyone who knew them, worked with them or spent more than five minutes in the presence of Steve and Kono knew that they belonged to each other, even if they weren't actually together.

It had started with the acknowledgement of feelings that they had for each other. A small talk on his couch following a trying day at work. Steve had admitted that she was no longer just a friend to him, and she had replied the same. But nothing happened. A verbal agreement was enough for then. From then on, they were each other's.

Then came the physical closeness. Hold hands longer than necessary when aiding the other. A warm hand on the other's back. Arms around shoulders and waists. Dancing closer. Kono perching on the edge of his chair until one day she had migrated onto his lap.

Before long they were spending more time out of work together than with anyone else. Running, hiking, surfing, swimming, going for a ride on his bike or in his dad's car (and having to help fix it when it breaks down). They had barbecues and dinner together that evolve into picnics on the beach or candlelit dinners on her coffee table. Over the period of time, Steve had more clothes at her place than he had in his overnight bag or at work, and Kono probably had the same at his. Eventually, they end up spending more and more time together, getting later and later until driving home becomes a ridiculous notion. Being the adults that they are, sharing a bed is the simplest solution.

Kisses were kept friendly or to the level of platonic. On the cheek, the forehead, on the top of the head occasionally. The mornings when they wake up together, Steve's usually the first one up and leaves her in bed with a brush of the lips to her forehand. Sometimes during the night when he can't sleep, Kono would reach out and run her hand through his hair repeatedly in a comforting gesture that almost always works, or strum her thumb over his stubbled cheek if she can't reach. He'd press a kiss to her palm or wrist before giving in to the sleep that followed. Soon, small pecks on the lips become a normal way of saying good morning and good night in the privacy of their homes or cars until a bad day begs the acknowledgement of each other and the kisses are no longer chaste but loving and deep.

Eventually, kisses are swapped throughout the day when they're not working and not only in bed. They grow with passion and need, with travelling hands and lips to explore each other's bodies be it on the couch, laying in the sand, frolicking in the sea or a cheeky stolen moment hidden in the shadows of some public place. A bar, a club or a get together they'd managed to escape from for a little while.

It's almost a year since they initially admitted their feelings for each other when they finally have make love. It's nothing forced or expected; nothing they had spoken about or tried and hesitated with. It just happens naturally after a lazy day spent tidying up her apartment from the mess Kono usually leaves it and lounging on the couch. A few lazy kisses become heated and he pulls her onto him so she's straddling his lap. Her hands work their own way into his hair while his do the same under her top. They both knew it wasn't going to stop until they went that final step and became as one that time, so no words were necessary. Somehow they had managed to co-ordinate well; losing clothes on their way to the bedroom where he deposited her half naked form on the bed and followed her not a second later.

The first time is slow. Learning everything about each other that they haven't so far and using everything they had learnt to heighten the pleasure.

The second time is more passionate and thrilling; leaving chills on both their skins in anticipation for something they've already felt but craved so much more.

The third time is in the morning after, and Steve lets her take charge. It's nothing less intense but it sends them both over the edge in a completely different way than the night before, or ever before.

It takes time before they become creative or explore their needs more. Faster, rougher, teasing, hands and mouths. It moves from the bedroom into the bathroom, and then the living room, the dining room, the beach, in the water and even in and on the car. Never at work though. Not yet. They get enough of an adrenaline rush from simply being together without the need to the added fear of getting caught. All they needed was each other.


A/N: Hello. This is my second fanfic ever, and it's for H50 again, and McKono again. I do plan on making this multichaptered, but that's only the plan at the moment. I guess it will depend on the kind of response I get. My intention is to write a fic made up of oneshots from 100 different prompts from the '100 prompt challenge'. They'll revolve around McKono, but in different stages of their relationships, in different genres, and with different people. Some will be long, some will be short. If you could, please let me know what you thought about this and what you reckon about my idea.

Thank you to Tiana-P again for motivating me to attempt this challenge. I do plan on posting another one-shot soon, based around McKono but with Danny/Mary too. Tiana-P has got me shipping them too from her fic 'The Power of Suggestion'.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognise from the tv show.