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Okay, so I felt a little bad for writing Steve like I did and made Kono look all cool and unaffected, which is actually wasn't true. So, here's her point of view of the events. I have to say she's way harder to write than Steve somehow, I hope it's still enjoyable.
Also my special thanks goes to Tiana-P and h50rookie for the encouragement to write this piece.
Tell me what you think!
Kono tries hard not to scowl at Chin when her cousin introduces Lieutenant fucking Commander Steve McGarrett and someone else, she stopped paying attention the moment McGarrett opened his mouth and touched her hand.
Damn, Chin knows very well that she has a thing for military guys and she hopes that whatever business he offers isn't gonna take too much time because if he turns out to be a sailor she can't be held responsible for her future actions.
The next day Steve is bursting through the wall with a truck and he looks at her with blue eyes so intense she pretty much wants to throw herself into his arms while whispering O Commander! My Commander! in his ear before sinking her teeth into his way too tempting jawline.
"You are early." She grits out instead as casual as she can manage.
Oh, yeah. She is in so much trouble.
Fuck.
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It turns out that Steve is not just a sailor but also a SEAL, she shakes her head still not believing she actually hit the wet-dream jackpot. It's a shame that he is her boss now. That doesn't stop her from waking up tangled in her sheets in the middle of the night with her heart pounding almost painfully against her ribs and a low throb of arousal between her legs. Damn him for giving her a gun in his fucking dress blues.
Maybe she should join a Nunnery. She is thinking about Austria but then she realizes that she can't sing to save her life and yeah, that didn't solve the problem the last time either. She goes for a swim instead.
She invites him to surfing anyway, because she's dying to see how he moves in the water and he also looks quite miserable, standing beside the ever-bitching Danny, squinting just slightly, like he's fighting an approaching migraine. Her stomach tightens with anticipation when he says yes before she could finish the question.
She nearly drops her board on her foot the first time she sees him shirtless and she actually considers filing for transfer and it's scary that she's kinda willing to give out parking tickets for the rest of her life in order to get the man in her bed.
When Steve asks if she wants to go running with him a few weeks and a standing surfing date later, all she can manage is dumb staring because it's hard enough not to cross the line of professionalism when they are in the water but she isn't sure that she wouldn't do something highly inappropriate like inviting him to her place for a shower – a shared one of course – or try to lick the hollow of his neck as she trails a bead of sweat with her tongue. So, um, no, thanks, but no.
She is vaguely aware that her mouth is moving, forming words that sound like sexual harassment but all she can see is the wide expanse of his shoulder as he walks out of her office and the way the sleeves stretch around his biceps before she drops her head on her desk with a miserable groan.
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Moke Alana is a major asshole and he never passes an opportunity to pick on her ever since she rejected him like four years ago. She tries not to be bothered by his loud comments about her sleeping with Steve or Danny or both of them as she tears at the label on her beer bottle with a little more force than it's necessary.
When she glances up at her teammates she just knows that this night's gonna end very ugly. Danny looks outraged, his mouth twisted into an unhappy line, his fingers are drumming a twitchy rhythm on the table. Steve's face shows nothing as expected but she spent enough time with him to notice the smallest changes, like the way the skin tightens at the corner of his eyes or how his chin juts out slightly because he presses his tongue too hard against his teeth, signaling how mad he actually is.
It's still a surprise that when Moke makes a joke about her and Chin's 'cousin love' with a heavy hint of incest, Danny and Steve push themselves away from their table so in sync she almost laughs. Her amusement is short lived because Danny punches the now cockily standing Moke and all hell breaks loose after that. She is grateful that Chin pulls Steve back after he realizes that their boss clearly doesn't have any intention of taking his foot off Moke's neck in the near future.
Later when they are sitting on the sidewalk outside the bar, she presses an ice pack against Steve's face and she can't help smiling affectionately at him because even though she is fully capable of protecting herself, the way Steve and Danny defended her honor without a second thought just makes her all warm inside.
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She wakes up to the rain and the throbbing pain in her knee; the air is so humid she nearly chokes on it. It's only when her phones rings and she sees Steve's name on the display that she remembers their previous plan to go scuba diving today. She tries to make the conversation short, while she limps into the kitchen because she's everything but pleasant when she's in pain. Apparently Steve chose this day to be chatty, asking questions until she can't take it anymore and confesses her misery. Hell, she'd admit shooting Kennedy or making crop circles all over the world if that made him shut up. Steve acting like Danny is more disturbing than watching Laura Hills flirting with Chin.
She doesn't know why she is even surprised when Commander Born-again-mother-hen shows up at her place with a…uh, duffle bag, which is no doubt a piece of the Mary Poppins' heritage because he unloads all of her favorite things from it then he plops down on her very tiny couch, patting the cushion beside him while turning the DVD player on. She tries to put some space between them, it's a nearly impossible task due to the size of the couch, but Steve clearly has something else in his mind because he pulls her leg into his lap without hesitation, placing a heat-pack gently on her aching knee.
It's absolutely unnerving, him acting like a perfect fucking boyfriend instead of a badass Navy SEAL with the emotional level of pack of frozen peas who also happens to be her boss and she barely manages to keep herself from moaning when he starts to press his thumbs against the straining muscles of her calf.
When her treacherous body starts to throb with a different and much more pleasurable ache she is convinced that this permanent state of arousal around him with no outlet in sight is surely going to kill her or get her killed on the field sooner rather than later.
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Kono is already running down the corridor, swearing under her breath after she nearly trips in her high heels when Steve materializes out of thin air and pulls her into a dim lit supply closet. Her thoughts make a dizzying U-turn when she feels his hand landing on her inner thigh and her heart starts to beat violently and she's sure that he can feel her hammering pulse too while the air suddenly gets so thick and heavy around her that she almost chokes on it.
Steve's mouth is moving but she can't hear what he's saying because she is too focused on keeping the moan inside when the cool metal of his gun gets pressed firmly against her overheated skin and oh my, God this is such a bad time to realize that she possibly has a thing for gun-play.
Kono glances up and she finds him staring down at her with the same laser focused look he only wears when he is really invested in something and she thinks she would commit any acts of indecency to keep him looking at her like that.
Of course, the door opens the exact moment when Steve starts to lean forward, revealing the already ranting Danny and Kono thinks he is like an evil genie, always appearing when he is the least needed.
She drives home feeling absolutely wrecked and she considers lighting her dress on fire as if that action would magically solve her problem. She leaves her Kel-Tec in her purse because she can't look at it without getting hot and bothered all over again.
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One time while she's doing that fucking UC job for that asshole Fryer, she thinks she sees Steve outside of her house but why would he lurk around in the middle of the night. She presses her forehead against the window and she admits that she kinda wanted it to be true. Which is not sad, creepy or pathetic at all. Except for how she's sure it is.
At the Governor's ball she's looking at Catherine, the smart, witty, beautiful Navy princess and she has to down the full content of her glass to wash away the bitter taste of jealousy that fills her mouth. Kono really wants to hate her, which is hard when she's actually kind of cool and funny but she still wants to strangle her with Danny's tie every time she touches Steve.
Wow, Psych eval will be interesting this year for sure. She just hopes that Steve's tendency to make the whole cast of the Avengers look like Disney princesses compared to him is going to distract the shrink from her partly homicidal possessiveness.
And just the prove her right, Steve gets hit by a fucking car a few ours later and she feels strangely numb until he wakes up and now maybe not the best moment to collapse into his arms while sobbing her relief into his chest like a brain-dead trashy romance novel heroine so she leaves the hospital in a hurry to solve their case instead. See? She's all professional and shit.
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She's doing some research on the high-tech table when her phone pings, signaling an incoming message. It's a video and she pulls it up to the big screen without hesitation but when it starts to play she's pretty much rooted to the ground in shock.
The quality is not the best and it's a little wobbly but she recognizes Steve immediately and fuck, is he actually beating up that poor Navy guy, Gary…Gavin, what's his name, she went on a date with a few weeks earlier?
She knows that she should feel more mortified and less turned-on by the whole thing but she's way too mesmerized by the way he moves, all hard muscles and concentrated fury, as he delivers one blow after another.
She can't talk to him for a week after that because she's afraid that she's going to blurt out some uncomfortable questions, like Were you jealous? or Are you gonna kiss me or what?
Someone changed her ringtone so every time Steve calls it plays Jessie's Girl on the highest setting. She suspects Chin because Danny barely manages to hit the green button on his own.
The whole place starts to feel more like an Asylum than a HQ of an elite task force these days.
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One moment they're working on a case then suddenly Steve is pulling her towards the armory, his eyes so intense she completely forgets how the idea of protesting even works.
It's so typical for them to have sex in the armory for the first time that she wants to laugh, but her throat is closed up, all she can manage is grunt like noise.
She feels so raw, the pleasure sharp, white-hot as Steve seems to touch every nerve endings separately. It's almost too much and way too intimate, she almost blacks out, her vision going blurry around the edges.
She can hear him growling in her ear about her being his and she hurries to agree, to reassure that they are totally on the same page here so please, fucking please start to move, dammit.
Later she is glad that Steve is still holding her up because her limbs can't stop shaking.
"God, you are a hammer drill." She wheezes out the first thing that comes to her mind as she drops her head back to rest it against the metal shelf.
Wait, what?
Her eyes fly open, horrified and she stares directly into Steve's equally shocked ones. Then he starts laughing, rich and warm while they are still pressed intimately together and he's actually still inside of her and she can't help but join in, both of them shaking with laughter and she just knows that this thing between them is different from anything she experienced before.
She goes home with him that night and lets him make her fall apart at the seams and she doesn't mind that he sucks a bruise just above her collarbone for everyone and their neighbor to see.
Kono knows that it's just his way of saying I love you and forever and unsurprisingly she's more than okay with that. She always preferred actions over words anyway. And she's been eyeing that soft looking patch of skin behind his ear for a while now so she just goes for it because you know she kinda loves him too.