Pehea wau i ʻike ai i kou makuahine
Based on the characters and stories of Hawaii Five-0.
Hawaii Five-0 is owned by CBS and their respective creators.
"Good morning, Commander." Catherine's smile did nothing to hide the sultry tone in her voice.
Steve chuckled as his hands delved under the covers and pulled her bare skin closer to his body, "Morning, Lieutenant." He mumbled as he placed a kiss on her neck. For a split second, Steve thought he should probably pinch himself. There was no way he had actually had sex with Catherine; but if this was a dream, it wasn't one he wanted to wake up from.
Catherine smiled and rested her forehead underneath his chin, "That was some night last night." She kissed his collarbone.
She felt Steve's body vibrate as he chuckled quietly, "You could say that." He grinned as he pressed another kiss into her hair. "You talking about the gala or what we did after?" Steve's fingers smoothed out the strands of hair that were splayed across the linens.
"God, I can't believe we actually had sex." She giggled as she hid her face in his well-defined chest while her hands trailed along his back. "After all these years."
"Do you regret it?" He murmured, a slight hint of concern was laced in his voice.
Catherine smiled, "Hell no."
Steve grinned as his finger tips trailed along the curve of her breast. "Me either."
Her body molded into his, craving his every touch. She could just never get quite enough. "I've been thinking about what it'd be like… for a long time."
"And?"
"You're… um…" She blushed, "You're pretty impressive between the sheets." She smirked.
Steve grinned, "Likewise, Lieutenant." He cocked his head to get a better view of her face. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and brushed the pad of his thumb across her cheek. "You okay?"
She closed her eyes and nodded. "Better than okay."
"How long have you, uh, you been thinking about this? Us… like this?" He placed his palm against hers and casually toyed with her fingers.
Catherine smiled, "A while."
"Tell me."
Her cheeks turned red as she debated her answer, "Since, um…. Since that night on the Enterprise where it was just you and me in the gym."
Steve chuckled, "There were a lot of nights like that." He released her hand and pulled the covers back over their bodies. "You're gonna have to be more specific."
"The night we sat on the mat and talked." She took his hands in his and slid them onto her hips. "And then you offered to give me pointers at boxing… and did that." She smiled as she felt his fingers dig into her skin. "And I liked it."
He smirked and gently bit and sucked on the soft skin behind her ear. "I wanted to do all kinds of things to you that night."
Catherine's breath caught in her throat as lightning shot down to her toes and heat pooled in her stomach. "We waited a long time… Sir." A devilish smile peeked out of the corner of her mouth.
Steve shook his head, "You know I'm not your C.O. anymore…." His hooded gaze was full of lust as he stared at her lips. "Haven't been for a long time."
The tip of Catherine's nose bumped against his as her lips lingered just a breath away. "Maybe I'm just respectful." She stated innocently as she smirked against his lips.
A grin akin to the Cheshire Cat's crossed Steve's face as he flipped her on to her back and straddled her hips, "Fuck no." He laughed as he kissed down her cleavage. He grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head. "After what we did last night, you don't get to pretend to be all sweet and doe-eyed."
Catherine laughed as she rocked her hips against his, causing him to throw his head back and groan in ecstasy. "Glad we're on the same page, Commander."
"Fuck." He moaned, "Call me by my rank like that again and I won't be able to resist you."
She whimpered as her nails gripped into his shoulder. "Noted..." She choked out breathlessly before adding on, "Commander."
Catherine laid in his arms an hour later. Steve dotted her shoulder with kisses while they recovered from their early morning workout. "So…."
"So." He repeated as he let his hands listlessly wander across her skin. "I know we should get something to eat, but I just… don't… quite… want to... leave the bed." His drawn out sentence was punctuated with kisses.
She rested her head back on his chest and closed her eyes, "You make a good pillow."
Steve chuckled, "It's 10:30. I can't remember the last time I laid in bed this long. How can you possibly be tired?!"
"We didn't exactly do a whole lot of sleeping last night." She smirked as she traced the outline of his tattoos with her fingertips.
"Well, that-" He grinned as his hand skimmed up the inside of her thigh, "Is partially your fault." He spread her legs to wrap around his hips, "You weren't kidding when you, uh, said you would have a hard time keeping quiet."
"Steve!" Catherine shrieked in embarrassment. "Oh, God. That's humiliating." She groaned as she buried her face in his chest.
Steve chuckled, "What? I liked it." He grinned as he lifted her chin.
"That is NOT what you're supposed to say after sex!" She exclaimed.
"I, uh, I can't help that I am the master of your pleasure, Rollins." He smirked. "And I can't help that your gratitude for said pleasure is expressed rather… expressively." He smiled and pecked her lips. "Don't get up." He mumbled as he let go of her and sat up.
She frowned at the sudden draft of cool air as he left the bed. "Steve…." She whined as she pulled the covers closer. "Come back. You're warm." Catherine watched as he found his boxers and slid them on. In the morning light, she began to see the many scars and wounds that marred his chiseled body. "Steve?" She sat up and clutched the sheets against her chest.
"Hm?"
Catherine wrapped the sheet around her body as she slid out of bed. "You didn't tell me it was this bad…" She whispered as her finger gingerly touched the stitches that held together the entry wound from the bullet that had ripped through his shoulder. Her eyes dipped down to see the long surgical scar that ran down the side of his leg.
"You read the action report." He mumbled.
Her eyes darted back up to his, "The action report didn't say it was this bad." She stated defiantly.
"Most of the action report is redacted." He saw the fear and worry in her eyes. Steve sat down in the desk chair and pulled her onto his lap. "Cath… You know how it is. You know what we do."
She rested her forehead on his shoulder. "I know… I just..." She sighed. "It makes me worried. About the future… You know?"
Greer had mentioned the 'future-future' once. It had practically made him sick. But the way that Catherine said it? He felt comforted that someone out there in the world actually gave a damn about what happened to him. Steve tugged the back of the sheet down and gently rubbed soothing circles on her back. "Nothing worth having is ever easy." He kissed her head. "You're worth it."
"Do you, um… do you have to deploy again soon?" Neither of them wanted to be the one to bring up the obvious elephant in the room, but it needed to be asked. "You know I'm going back on the E for a while, but you never told me what happens next for you."
He shook his head. "Nah, I, uh, I gotta finish up rehab on my leg before I can be back out in the field. I'm gonna do it back in San Diego so I'll be at the apartment for a while which'll make calling and writing a little easier for a while at least." Catherine quietly exhaled a sigh of relief. "I'm… I'm actually thinking about visiting my dad while I'm stateside…"
"You should." She smiled softly. Catherine knew that it was a leap for him to speak to his dad, much less see him in person. Maybe a close brush with death had begun to thaw their icy relationship.
Steve combed his fingers through her hair, "You know… Maybe if the E's docking at Pearl, we can, uh… we can see each other… You know..schedule it at the same time and all that…"
The tiniest smile flickered at the corner of Catherine's lip. "I'd like that." She didn't want to push her luck. Steve had always kept quiet about his relationship with his dad. They spoke occasionally, but it was always curt and to the point. From what she knew, the last time Steve and his father had spoken was after he called had her the morning of September 11th.
"I need to eat something." Steve's statement snapped her out of her inner monologue.
Catherine smiled. "That requires getting dressed and leaving this room." She hopped off of his lap as he stood up and walked over to his bag.
"Good thing I came prepared." He grinned as he tossed her a brown pouch.
Catherine stared at the object in her hand. "You've gotta be kidding me."
Steve didn't waste a minute in ripping his open and digging in. "What! You've had 'em before!"
"Yeah - because it was that or starve!" She laughed. "Seriously? I can't believe you travel with beef stew MREs in your pack, you psycho!"
"Hey, I'm ready for anything." He set his MRE on the desk and prowled towards her. Catherine sat on the edge of the bed and giggled as he skulked closer and closer. "You better eat something, Lieutenant." He grinned as he pushed her back against the mattress. "Because I plan on burning off all those calories." He leaned down and kissed her, biting her lower lip playfully. "That's a promise."
"Fine." She smirked as she sat cross-legged on the bed and took a bite.
"You alright? You took your Dramamine, right?" Steve gently rubbed Catherine's back as they stepped off the plane and walked through the Houston airport.
Catherine nodded. "I'm good. It was, uh, just a little worse than usual I guess. Must've been the rough landing." She took his hand as they made their way through the terminal. "There she is." Catherine beamed as she spotted Shelby in her mom's arms. Steve and Catherine hurried through the arrival gate and hugged their baby girl who wasn't quite a baby anymore.
"Mama!" Shelby Jo cried as Catherine snuggled her close.
Evelyn hugged Steve and kissed his cheek, "How was the trip, hon?"
"Good. It was good." He grinned as he took Shelby from Catherine and wrapped his arm around her waist, "I married an impressive woman." He pressed a kiss to her temple.
Catherine's head was practically exploding. Who was this man? Commander Steve McGarrett had just been incredibly affectionate in front of her parents… in public! The corners of her eyes crinkled as she smiled from ear to ear. "We make a good team." Steve lifted Shelby onto his shoulders and laced his hand into hers as they walked out of the airport.
As the car rumbled down the highway Steve glanced over at Catherine. "You sure you're okay?" He put his hand on top of hers. "You're awfully pale… and your hands are like ice." He stated quietly. Evelyn glanced over her shoulder as they talked in a hushed whisper in the backseat.
"It's January. It's just kinda cold in general. And my hands are always cold." She nudged his shoulder. "I'm fine, Steve."
He shrugged and draped his arm over her shoulders and focused back on his daughter in the car seat beside him.
Evelyn had asked her husband to make an unscheduled stop at the drugstore before they arrived back home. As Steve and Tom unloaded the car, Evelyn pulled Catherine and Shelby into the house and slipped the pharmacy bag into her hand. "I'll watch her for a little while." She patted Catherine's back and carried Shelby out of the room.
A few minutes later, Catherine walked through the house and headed towards the garage where Steve and her father were working on an old car. Evelyn looked up from the tower of blocks she had built with Shelby and exchanged a look with her daughter as she disappeared through the door. "Looks like the village crazy lady is right once in a while." She snickered as she tickled Shelby Jo.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
The morning after and a little "current" McRoll intrigue! Leave your thoughts and feedback in the reviews, loves!
XO,
-Mags-