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When Steve gets back from his morning swim he hears the soft sound of the radio from the kitchen so he changes his destination, leaving a trail of sand and water behind.
He finds Kono there; she's in the middle of making breakfast, humming along some rock song and moving her hips to the rhythm as she flips the pancake.
He sneaks up behind her slowly with a mischievous grin on his face and with a quick move he encircles her waist with his arms and pulls her flush against him, finishing the attack with a playful bite at her neck.
Kono lets out a high pitched laugh, slapping his arm with the pancake turner before turning in his arms and giving him a good morning kiss.
"Why do I have the feeling that you brought sand everywhere? Again." She narrows her eyes at him when she notices that he is still in his swim trunks.
"Maybe." He says and tries to distract her with strategically placed kisses on her neck. "I thought it's our thing."
"Our thing? Really? Which part of it, exactly?" She demands a little breathlessly.
"The getting sand everywhere part. It has a sentimental value." He wiggles his brows comically and she can't hold back her laugh.
"Well, in that case you can clean it up too. No breakfast for messy Commanders." Kono grins cheekily.
"Chocolate chip pancakes?" Steve raises a brow when he notices the pile on the plate. "You know that this stuff is so unhealthy."
"You can always eat your tasteless hamster food." She shoots back and flips the pancake in the pan.
"At least I won't drown in calories."
"Are you calling me fat?" Kono whirls around and glares at him.
Steve lets out a laugh and steps closer to her. Reaching over her arm, he turns off the stove and puts the pan aside.
"No." He shakes his head, eyes sweeping over her scantily clad body. "You are perfect."
Kono's frown turns into a sultry smile as she sneaks her arms around his neck and she rises on her tiptoes so they are at the same height.
"Prove it." She whispers against his lips.
Steve doesn't need to be told twice.
He picks her up with one well practiced move and starts to walk out of the kitchen while he's trying to get her top off her and kiss her at the same time which means that they collide with the couch a few seconds later but neither of them seems to care.
A soft flat surface is a soft flat surface, right?
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The moment Steve is out of the HQ to meet Nick, Danny corners Kono.
"I don't like this Taylor guy." He grumbles.
"Why is that?" Kono leans against the smart table and smiles at Danny.
"I don't know, okay." He gestures with his hand. "He's a smartass who uses words normal people don't understand. You knew that he calls Steve Smooth Dog? And how ridiculous is that?"
"Do you have a bad feeling about Nick or you just upset because he's a friend of Steve's?" She asks casually.
"What? Wait a minute. Are you asking me that I…um, I'm…"
"Are you jealous, Danny?"
"No! Of course not." Danny flails his hands around, totally worked up. "Why would I? I mean it's perfectly normal between two war buddies to talk about choke points and A.O. and bullshit like that."
Kono watches Danny for a few moments before the laughter bursts out of her.
"What?" Danny asks, offended.
"You are so jealous. It's cute." She pushes herself away from the smart table and pats his shoulder on her way out. "Don't worry; he loves us all the same.
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"Danny doesn't like your friend too much." Kono says while they are driving towards Nae Shan's place.
"He hates Nick." Steve shakes his head.
"He is just jealous." Kono laughs. "You know I don't remember when we started practicing polygamy."
"Poly…what?" Steve glares at her. "You are not funny."
"Oh, come on, Steve. Admit it, it's hilarious."
"Then why aren't you jealous too?" He raises a brow.
"Should I be?"
"I don't know." Steve shrugs. This conversation is way too creepy for his liking.
"I think I have nothing to worry about. Right, Smooth Dog?" She grins at him.
Steve just groans at the nickname.
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After they are finished at Nae Shan, they walk out of the house and stand beside the car silently for a few minutes.
"Fuck." Kono mutters and leans heavily against the hood of the Camaro.
Steve says nothing just steps next to her and throws an arm around her shoulders, offering some comfort. She lets out a ragged breath and her hand fists into his shirt, pulling him closer.
"Hey," Steve says in a soft voice, sneaking his fingers into her hair and angling her face towards him. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah." She swallows hard, nodding slightly. "It was just a little overwhelming."
"Yeah." He echoes and rests his forehead against hers. "Let's get this damn thing over with."
"Okay." Kono pulls away, taking a deep breath.
They don't talk much on their way back.
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When Danny starts to rant and making wild hand gestures towards Nick, Kono just rolls her eyes at Steve who sits back with a grin on his face and enjoys the show.
"Your better half is one hell of a firecracker." Nick turns towards Steve.
"His better…, what the hell are you talking about?" Danny's face is turning more and more red with every breath he takes.
"Oh, sorry." Nick drawls. "You aren't the bitter wife?"
Kono fights down to urge to laugh out loud because she doesn't want to hurt Danny's feelings but she admits that Taylor is hilarious.
"This is a SEAL thing, right? The total lack of humor." Danny pretty much spits the words out. "And excuse me for being bothered by your choice of words, you know some people when they investigate like to understand what the others are talking about. Oh, and for your information, no, I'm not the wife. That would be her."
Kono freezes when Danny points his finger at her and she regrets that she didn't laugh at him before. Traitor.
"Is that so?" Nick grins at Steve then he looks her up and down. "The infamous Mrs. McGarrett. We thought that you don't exist at all. Now I know why he kept you to himself."
Kono looks at Taylor without blinking and maybe she doesn't find him so amusing anymore. Steve sits up a little straighter and he divides his glare between Danny and Nick. He's definitely not amused.
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After Nick's shot he pushes Kono to the floor and covers her as much as he can.
"You know when I said that you don't have to take me out somewhere fancy, that wasn't in my mind either." She whispers wryly.
"You are not easy to please, are you?" Steve huffs. "I even made cocktails."
Kono lets out a quiet laugh.
"Are you ready?" Steve asks.
"Yeah." She nods back.
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After HPD is gone Steve and Kono stand in the middle of the house taking in the damage.
"Fuck." Steve mutters with feeling.
"My sentiment exactly." Kono sighs beside him.
"Hey, are you okay?" He turns towards her. "Are you hurt?"
"No, I'm fine." She shakes her head. "But you have a nasty cut, come, I'll take care of it."
They walk into the kitchen where Steve hops on the counter and Kono looks for the first aid kit. When she finds it she steps between his legs and starts to wipe the blood away while Steve place his hand on her waist.
"By the way, thanks for taking out the guy who sneaked upon me." She says casually.
His grip tightens on her and he frowns. He doesn't want to think about it ever again because he came close to lock her up in their room to keep her out of harms way. Maybe it would be safer for her to work at the HPD but he knows that she would kill him if he brought up the reasons for the transfer.
He really needs to work on his control issues.
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"You don't have your wallet, do you?" Danny asks suspiciously.
"It's like I said, you have good instincts." Steve drawls.
"I'm not gonna pay for your beer." Danny huffs.
"Don't fret, I'm going to call my other wife and ask her to bring it to the bar, okay?"
"Your other wife?" Danny halts for a second. "Oh, I see. This is your attempt at being funny, huh? As I said, you have no sense of humor, my friend."
Steve just grins and dials Kono's number.