A/N: Nag, nag, nag! That's what I get from CriminalHistory who's like an addict for her McEm stories! Sorry for the long delays in my stories, but seriously, work is just too busy sometimes. I try to sneak in writing when I can so I hope folks are patient with me. Thanks for hanging in there.
"Ugh!" Kono said as she stretched and got a good whiff of herself. "Boss, I'm going to head back to my place for a shower."
"I think it's a good idea if we all clean up," Chin echoed as he took a discreet sniff of his own shirt. "Nobody smells good after digging an imu pit."
"Speak for yourself," Danny replied, snapping the still pristine collar of his shirt.
"Chin meant someone who actually did some digging," Kono teased the former Jersey cop. "Boss, I think you're pretty set up here. I'll be back in an hour to help with the last minute things." Chin noted he too would back around the same time and he left with his cousin.
Kamekono also took his leave saying he needed to pick up the last items for the luau. Only Steve and Danny were left with Emily who was now making her way from her chaise lounge over to the men. The others had stopped to say goodbye to her and she was checking to see if Danny would be leaving as well.
The men saw her approaching. "Whatever you said to her earlier that got her upset, don't repeat it, Danny," Steve said in a low tone to his friend, a touch of anger coloring his voice.
"I already told you that I didn't say anything to get her upset," Williams protested indignantly.
"Well you did something," Steve hissed at him. He saw Emily getting closer. "Now smile and pretend you have some social skills."
Danny had to swallow his retort as Emily reached them. She eyed the two men sharply, knowing the close friends have had some disagreement and suspected it concerned her. "Is everything alright?"
"Peachy."
"Couldn't be better."
The overly bright way both men spoke over each other to assure Emily that all was well did nothing to alleviate her suspicions. She eyed both men with an expression of disbelief, letting them know neither had fooled her.
"Steve?" she prodded.
McGarrett wore an expression of guilt on his face and the other man knew it would only be a matter of time before he would spill his guts to the pretty brunette. The former Navy SEAL could withstand torture, intimidation, and political pressure, but faced with a frowning Emily Prentiss and the man would confess like a five year old boy to his mother. Not even Doris seemed to be able to do that with Steve. Danny wasn't sure if he should admire or be afraid of the power this woman held over McGarrett.
"I'm going to get going," Danny said slowly, even as he started to back away from the couple, not wanting to be caught up in whatever messy conversation the two would have, especially if Emily would side with him against Steve, which Williams suspected she would. He paused, torn between his own doubts about Emily and the evidence before his eyes about the depth of his friend's feelings for her. Mentally, he shrugged, Steve was a big boy and Danny would just have to trust his pal to know what was right for him and if he was wrong and the relationship went sideways, at least McGarrett would have his friends and family around him to help him through the messy aftermath.
If it ever came to that.
Danny looked at the couple before him, McGarrett still wearing that sheepish, guilty look, Emily frowning with concern. Despite the doubts each of them privately harbored, Danny had a feeling that what they felt for each other was the real thing and deep down, he really hoped both of them would realize it.
To his surprise, Danny heard himself saying, "You know, sometimes something that's so perfect for us is right in front of our noses, but you get scared to reach out and grab it, afraid to get burned." Williams wanted to smack himself for the syrupy words coming from his mouth and the urge was increased by the puzzled looks Emily and Steve were giving him.
"So I'm going to take that banana even though Steve is probably going to smack me for doing so," he muttered by way of explanation as he grabbed a banana off the table by Emily and beat a hasty retreat.
"He's a strange man," Emily murmured to Steve as they watched Danny go around the front of the house where his car was parked.
"That's an understatement," Steve muttered, still annoyed with his friend, but bewildered by the man's parting words. He looked down at Emily and smiled. "How are you feeling?"
"Steve, I'm fine," she promised him. "You've taken such good care of me last night and today that I couldn't be anything but well." She smiled at him, a beautiful smile that had him falling in love with her all over again.
He took a step towards her and raised his hand to gently cup her face. His thumb traced the curve of her cheek as she leaned into his hand and snuggled her smooth skin against his calloused palm.
Emily closed her eyes and sighed. Every small touch, every simple gesture made her question her decision to turn down Steve's marriage proposal, a decision she had yet to tell the man himself. His gentleness and kindness just made it harder and harder for her to get the words out.
"Steve," she murmured as she felt herself drawn closer to his body. A sudden breeze brought a whiff of musky body odor to their nostrils. Both Steve and Emily wrinkled their noses. "Sweetie," she said, "I think you need to take a shower."
Steve grimaced. "Yeah, I think you're right, Babe." He gave her a quick kiss on the tip of her nose. "I'll only be a few minutes. You going to be okay?" He gave her an anxious look.
"Steve," she said in a warning voice, that she softened it with an indulgent smile. "I think I can occupy myself for a few minutes." She gave him a delicate sniff. "And please, don't take one of those three minute Navy showers. Take your time. I think you'll need to."
Steve frowned at her in mock anger and inhaled her scent deeply. "I'll make sure to leave plenty of hot water, because I don't think I'm the only one who needs a shower." He swatted her playfully on her rear and dodged out of the way as Emily gave him an indignant squeal and tried to smack his arm.
He grinned at her over his shoulder as he walked up to the house. Emily laughed lightly at him. After Steve had disappeared into the house, Emily turned to look out at the magnificent view. The entire back of Steve's property was the ocean and a private, pristine beach of white sand. Staring out into the beautiful blue waves, she couldn't help but feel a sense of calm come over her. What was it about this place that made her feel so at peace?
She glanced up at the house towards the upstairs window that belonged to the master bathroom where Steve was currently taking his shower. Was it the place or the man? Slowly, she gathered some empty cups and used utensils, cleaning up the few items the Five-0 team had neglected to pick up before they left. She carried the things into the kitchen and disposed of them in their proper places before she washed her hand and stared out the kitchen window for a few minutes.
Soberly, Emily realized she couldn't put off talking to Steve. It wasn't fair to him to let him think there was a chance she would accept his marriage proposal. But as she told Danny Williams earlier in the day, there was no way Steve could ever be happy with her. A hand came up to touch the mark on her breast that Doyle left the year before. Steve knew the story behind it, but instead of disgust, he had lavished such love and attention on it, assuring her she was beautiful, but why should Steve have to do that? He deserved a woman who wasn't scarred, who wouldn't be bringing so much baggage to a relationship. He didn't deserve a broken, used wife.
Deep down, another fear niggled at Emily, one that she knew drove her to back away from Steve, to decide to turn down his offer of marriage. What happened on the day Steve would stop saying she was beautiful when he would realize what the scar really was? An ugliness that polluted her, tainted her and made her undesirable in more ways than just physical ones. It was only a matter of time before Steve realized that himself and then he would no longer look at her the way he did now. That Emily could not bear.
It was best to leave their time as only a beautiful memory for them both. Steve would get over her and find some woman worthy of him. And she? Emily would treasure the memory and lock away her broken heart, just another box of heartache and disappointment to keep company with all the other boxes in her soul.
She could no longer hear the water running and realized Steve had finished his shower. She went up the stairs and into the master bedroom. The bathroom door was ajar and she assumed Steve had already vacated it. Idly, she began to strip off her clothes and dropped them on the bedroom floor. She made her way to the bathroom and stood stock still in surprise when she saw Steve standing there, naked, in front of the sink, staring thoughtfully into the mirror.
Her bare feet had made no noise but the sight of him had elicited a small sound from deep in her throat, a sound of barely contained desire.
He could have been the model for Michaelangelo's David. His long legs, muscled and strong rose up to connect with his perfect torso, the chisled stomach, the perfect chest. His arms were large and sharply defined with muscles that spoke of hard work and determination. His head was turned towards her, his sensitive lips slightly parted, piercing blue eyes, blue eyes that traveled up and down her nude body and began to darken with the same desire she could feel coursing through her blood.
Emily's eyes dropped down and she saw his cock, slowly stiffen and rise as he took her in. She allowed two heartbeats to pass before suddenly she propelled herself forward into Steve's arms and crushed her lips to his.
He was surprised for half a second before his arms wrapped around her like steel cables and he plunged his tongue between her parted lips and to duel with her tongue. Emily's hands came up to rake themselves through his damp, short hair. She pushed her body into his, feeling their naked skin rub against each other, his rod pressed against her lower belly, the heat of it burning into her flesh.
They broke their kiss to gasp desperately for air. Steve moved towards her again, but she pushed him hard against the sink before she sank down onto her knees before him. One small hand encircled him and she stroked tight and firm up his length.
Steve moaned low in his throat and he leaned against the sink, his hands gripping the edges of it. He looked down through hooded eyes as he watched Emily below him, stroking and pumping him until he was completely hardened and the tip of cock glistened with pre-cum. He let out a strangled cry when her tongue streaked out to lick the tip, capturing the salty pearls that dripped out.
"Babeā¦," he managed to get out, a wordless plea of hunger.
Emily smiled up at him, thoughts of saying no to anything this man wanted gone. She opened her mouth and took him into it, as much as she could until he could feel the tip of his cock slide slightly down her throat.
"Jesus, Emily!" he swore. The knuckles of his hands turned white as he gripped the sink in an attempt to not slam himself down her throat. He held himself still and allowed her to dictate the pace and action she was willing to take.
And he wasn't disappointed as Emily moved her head back and forth, taking and releasing him from the hot, wet cavern of her mouth, lightly scraping her teeth along the length of him, her tongue tracing the veins that pulsed with his hot blood.
She could feel the heaviness in her sex and breasts, the desire she felt with him, filling her own body. She clamped her thighs together, trying to alleviate some of the ache but it did no good. She wanted nothing more than to touch herself even as she took Steve with her mouth. But this was about him and she wanted to give him an experience he would not forget and for that she would need both hands and her mouth.
As her mouth continued to take him, her hands came up to fondle and lightly squeeze his balls, causing Steve to snarl almost savagely. Emily glanced up and she could see Steve grip the sink even more tightly. She smiled around the mouthful of cock she held. He hadn't experienced anything yet.
She could feel the trickle of his salty, sweet semen trickle down her throat, a sign he was about to come at any second. One hand snaked up and she found that one spot and pressed two fingers against it.
"Fuck! Emily! Fuck!" Steve roared as he felt the pressure and realized he wasn't coming. Unbidden, his hips began to buck wildly as he desperately tried to find his release.
She allowed her mouth and throat to totally relax as he moved in and out of her with hard strokes, trying to come. "Babe, babe," he chanted in a desperate whine.
She let her fingers go and the blood came rushing back. Steve snarled and his hands finally came away from the sink and they gripped her head. He moved her back and forth, the length of him disappearing and reappearing from her mouth.
Emily let out a muffled moan, the reverberations traveling up the length of his body until he could finally feel himself spilling his seed in long, hot geysers of cum down her throat and in her mouth.
She drank him in eagerly, swallowing over and over again, but still some spilled out to trickle over her chin and down her naked breasts.
Steve came so hard and long, it seemed to go on forever, but his hips finally slowed until they stopped and he leaned weakly against the sink, his flaccid cock slipping from between Emily's lips.
After a moment, Emily rose to her feet. Steve looked at her, her face flushed, her breasts full with erect and dark nipples, a stream of his wet semen glistening on her pale skin. Steve could smell himself on her but even more, he could smell the scent of her desire as easily as he could see it in her eyes. Something stirred in his gut. He wasn't ready to take her, but he would be soon and until then, he intended to make her come undone in his hands.
He pushed himself off the sink and taking her hand, led her over to the shower. He turned it on, tested the temperature of the water and helped her in. Steve positioned Emily under the gentle spray of the warm water and began to wash her.
Carefully, his hands moved over her body, stroking, touching her and heightening her desire. Soap and moved over her breasts, tweaking already hard nipples, down her flat stomach and between her legs. Emily leaned against him, her back against his muscled chest. Steve reached up and removed the hand held sprayer. He propped one of Emily's feet up on the edge of the tub before moving the warm, gentle spray between her legs, bathing her sex with a stream pulsing water.
Emily let out a low moan and her arms came up to wrap around Steve's neck as she arched into the spray he moved back and forth, increasing the intensity and then lessening it. She felt him part the lips that covered her sex and then two fingers slipped inside of her. He put the spray back and worked a third finger into her. She wantonly rode his hand moaning breathlessly as one fingertip lightly grazed the tiny bead of flesh deep inside of her.
"Steve," she whimpered as she could feel herself close to shattering.
He could feel it too. He gently kissed her cheek and removed his fingers saying softly, "Not yet."
Emily blinked in surprised. She looked over her shoulder at him when he maneuvered her until she was facing the shower's back wall. Steve moved in front of her until he was between her and the white tile. He smiled and placed a gentle kiss on her mouth.
"I want to eat something sweet," he murmured before he dropped to his knees.
Steve pulled one of Emily's legs over his shoulder. He kissed her inner thigh and once more he parted her netherlips with one hand and the other cupped her buttocks to bring her towards his mouth.
Emily could only press her hands against the slick tiles of the shower wall, her body arching and forming a "C" as Steve's mouth latched onto her sex. His tongue snaked into her body, stroking her walls until the tip reached the swollen bead his fingers had played with earlier. He touched, tapped and swirled around it.
Both of his hands were gripping her buttocks, holding her steady to him as he devoured her, burning himself into her flesh. Never had she let a man move her into such vulnerable places where she had no control. Emily knew that no matter what their future held that she could never belong to another man, ever. She opened her eyes and stared up into the ceiling of the bathroom, the inset lights creating a hazy glow through the steam of the shower water. She could feel her body moving to the rhythm his mouth and tongue set in an erotic dance that brought pleasure and hunger to them both. Over the noise of the shower, she could hear the wet sounds Steve made as he fucked her with his mouth.
Her eyes slammed shut as she could feel the pressure building deep within her, radiating from where Steve's mouth feasted on her. Her hands curled into fists and her body began to wind tighter and tighter. Her whimpers turned into harsh cries as she issued nonsensical orders to Steve.
He seemed to understand her nonetheless as his mouth, tongue and teeth went deeper, took more until one harsh stroke of his tongue undid her and she cried out his name, her body thrusting her sex closer to him.
Her taut body started to melt and she sank against him, even as Steve continued to lap at the sweet juices that continued to flow.
Slowly, Emily regained her senses and realized she was now leaning against the cool tiles of the shower wall, but she was bent at the waist, her buttocks jutting out. Languidly, she glanced over her shoulder as Steve gently nudged her legs apart. She could see his cock was hard and stiff and unconsciously she licked her lips. She turned to face the wall again and laid her palms flat against the tile and tilted her bottom up perkily, offering herself to him.
Steve grinned and gently stroked the smooth skin of her buttocks before both hands gripped her hips and he thrust sharply into her. Emily's back arched in a deep curve and she let out a low moan before Steve began to move in and out of her.
He began slowly and gently, but Emily wanted none of that and she thrust demandingly back at him, wordlessly telling him how she wanted to be taken and he happily obliged, thrusting hard and fast into her. Small, desperate noises escaped from her throat and she rested her hot cheek against the cool tiles. The tips of her breasts brushed against the wet marble, the heated flesh slapping against the chilly surface, causing Emily's already burning nerve endings to overheat even more from the disparities in temperature.
She could feel Steve's large, hard body press against her back. One of his hands came up to roughly fondle a heavy breast as the other came round her body and she could feel fingers enter her even as his cock continued to ravage her from behind. Emily gasped and her hands clawed at the wall, but he held her to him, cock and fingers thrusting sharply up into her, forcing her to move up and town on her toes with each upward movement.
Emily could feel it coming over her again, faster this time and harder, until she was enveloped in soundless white light and for a moment her body felt weightless and free. Slowly, she came back to her senses and she could feel Steve fucking her even more wildly than before. She whimpered as she came again, her body shuddering from the overwhelming sensations, this time wild fire burning her hot and quick.
Steve only moved more furiously in and out of her, his release imminent. One more hard thrust and she moaned out his name as she crested one more time, her fingers clawing uselessly against the tile. She could feel his hot cum release deep inside of her filling her as it had filled her mouth earlier. She sank limply against him as he continued to thrust erratically into her, ensuring she took the last of him.
Emily was only vaguely aware of Steve cleaning her off and then leading her out of the shower where he gently dried her body and towel dried her hair into damp curls. Quickly and efficiently, he dried himself before he picked her up in his arms and took her into the bedroom where he laid her down in the middle of the bed and got in beside her. They turned on their sides to face each other.
Sleepily, they smiled at each other as they snuggled close. Seconds later, Emily could hear Steve's deep and even breathing and before she drifted off, Emily thought to herself that something this right couldn't be a mistake. Her earlier concerns about their relationship melted away, as though they were washed away in the shower and a part of her began to believe they could make things work.
Her last thought was she was glad she had not said no to Steve's proposal.
