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.
TO MY TWITTER TRIO: LuckyStarPham, Yentrinh, and DeeLoge.
Thank you for giving me the inspiration for this chapter and letting me run with it!
Magic happens when our time zones cross!
XO,
-Mags-
"McGarrett." Steve grumbled into the phone as he rolled over in the mess of sheets and peered at the alarm clock. 0300. He groaned quietly. Of course. He could never actually get a full night's rest without being woken up by a call from dispatch, no doubt saying that a hacked up body was found and it was his unfortunate job to find the jackass who did it. Why couldn't criminals ever operate between the reasonable hours of nine to five?
"This was a terrible idea. Why did I agree to this?! Why the hell didn't you tell me it was an insanely BAD idea to let my parents come to Hawaii and visit while Doris is here?!" Catherine rambled into the phone. "I mean, how the fuck do I even explain to them that she's alive if we run into each other? It's a small fucking island, Steve!"
Catherine swearing at three in the morning meant that she was about to go ballistic. "Come over." He mumbled.
She huffed indignantly, "Steve, my parents are asleep in my house and your mother is sleeping in yours. What the hell are they gonna think when they wake up in the morning and I'm not there?! And I am NOT sleeping with you while Doris is under the same roof."
"Cath, you're forgetting that I've slept in your parents' house. In the same bed as you. You're a grown ass adult so get your fine ass over here and get some sleep." He snapped. "Where are you anyways?"
She rolled her eyes, "I may or may not be sitting in your backyard in the beach chairs."
Steve chuckled, "The outside door to the balcony is unlocked. Just come up. Don't worry about Doris. I'll handle her if something comes up."
Catherine crept up the stairs and tiptoed across the balcony. She silently opened the door to his bedroom and slipped inside. "Why do I feel like I'm gonna get in trouble for this?" She whispered.
"Because you're a goody-two-shoes." He grinned as he stretched his arms out to welcome her into his bed, "C'mere."
She kicked her shoes off and quickly stripped before crawling under the covers. "This is gonna be a trainwreck." She mumbled as he pulled her against his chest. "I can feel it already."
"Probably." He smirked. "But we can get hammered and sit in the beach chairs and watch it all go up in flames together."
Catherine snorted and did her best to subdue her laughter, "Go to sleep, Commander."
Steve pecked her lips and closed his eyes, "Yes, ma'am."
"Hmmph." Catherine rolled over and buried her head into the side of Steve's pillow, "Why is dispatch calling you? You're off today." It was more of a cranky mumble, but she got her point across.
Steve dropped the buzzing phone in between them, "Sorry, it's not me - it's you." He chuckled as he got out of bed and padded into the bathroom. "Better get a move on before your mother finds out you're here and ditching them on their, uh, their first day of vacation."
"She doesn't know where you live. I'm safe." Catherine groaned as she silenced the call from her mother and burrowed back in the covers.
"Au contraire." He smirked, "The two birthday cards she's sent to this address would beg to differ. Get up, Lieutenant."
Catherine's eyes blinked open, "Damn her manners." She groaned as her feet hit the floor.
Steve leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, "I'll sneak over to see them once Doris is occupied. Or I'll tell her I have to go to the office and you can bring them by. I can, uh, I can give them the VIP tour of The Palace."
"Uhm." Catherine blushed, "Better be a different VIP tour than the one I got." She giggled as she pulled her clothes from the night before back on, "Because that basically consisted of your office and nothing else."
He grinned, "You got the gist of it." He snaked his arms around her, "Hey. It's gonna be fine. I'll make sure Doris stays out of your way."
Catherine rested her forehead on Steve's shoulder, "I hate putting you in this position. I hate that I feel so awkward around her. Like…. I just wanna smack her and yell at her and tell her all the ways she hurt you."
His body shook as he laughed, "Thank you." He brushed his nose against hers, "I'm glad you're in my corner. You're the one I trust. Not her. You know that, right?" He dropped his hand and laced his fingers into hers, "So, I got your six on this one. Doris won't be a problem."
"I'll try… A little harder with her." Catherine conceded.
"Word of advice?"
Her eyebrows raised, "Hm?"
"Go out the front door. She can smell fear. And if you sneak out the back she'll, uh, she'll know you're avoiding her. Don't give her that satisfaction." He pressed a kiss into the crook of her neck.
Catherine pursed her lips to subdue a growing smile, "Who knew extensive intelligence training would come in handy dealing with clinically insane mothers."
Steve swatted her ass, "Get outta here, Rollins." He smirked, "Call me when you wanna meet up."
She giggled and turned to exit through the balcony door before pausing, rotating, and walking out the bedroom door, down the stairs, with her head held high. Catherine was almost to the front door when she heard it. The rustling of the newspaper. The clink of the metal spoon in the porcelain tea cup. There was the lingering stench of betrayal and Chanel No. 5.
"Good morning, Catherine." Doris smiled from the couch as she sipped her tea.
Catherine took a deep breath and turned away from the door, making eye contact with Doris, and plastering on a smile. "Good morning."
Doris set her mug down and motioned for Catherine to join her on the couch. Catherine hesitated but did as Doris had requested. "You can relax, Catherine. I'm not gonna bite." She grinned.
Said the lion to the gazelle, Catherine thought. She folded her hands together and placed them on her knees. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Steve peer over the railing outside the bedroom door. He raised an eyebrow and nodded towards Doris, silently asking if she needed an out. So slight you would have missed it if you didn't know, Catherine shook her head and turned back to Doris.
"Heading out so soon?" Doris said.
Catherine nodded, "I have guests in town. I should be getting back to my house before they get up."
"Ah." Doris set her mug aside and leaned forward, "Catherine, I know that my presence here has been an imposition on your relationship with Steve, so I do want to thank you for giving me space to reconcile with him."
Space to reconcile. Sure. That's why Catherine had been avoiding her like the plague. "Of course." She smiled politely.
"I'd like to get to know you better, too." Doris stated. "It's obvious that you're very special to my son and I'd really like it if we could grab coffee or something sometime."
Catherine glanced at her watch. "Sure." Her work schedule was packed full. Surely, she could avoid a coffee date with her potential monster-in-law until Doris eventually forgot about the request. "I should really get going."
"Of course." Doris stood up and walked her to the door. "Navy friends crashing at your place?"
"My parents, actually. They're, um. They're visiting from the mainland. I haven't seen them since I got stationed here."
Doris smiled, "Oh, how lovely! I'm sure Steve has met them, yes?"
Catherine nodded, "A few times."
"Well, then." She grinned, catching Steve watching out of the corner of her eye. "Why don't you all come over tonight for dinner. I'd love to meet your folks."
Her mouth gaped open and she didn't even attempt to hide her looking up the stairs at Steve for help. He, however, had the exact same reaction and no exit strategy. "Uh…. I, um…" Why wasn't he saying anything? Why wasn't he sticking up for her? Watching her six?
"Great." Doris grinned. "We'll see you and folks over here at six-thirty sharp." She opened the door, effectively dismissing Catherine.
Steve watched from the top of the stairs as Catherine ran out the door, jumped in her car, and floored it out of the driveway. "Doris." He snapped. "Why the hell did you do that?!"
"Do what?" Her guiltless demeanor was infuriating. "I was just being hospitable, Steve. I figured you'd want to spend time with Catherine while she has time off and it seemed like the logical thing to do."
"Her parents think you're dead!" He shouted. "How the hell am I supposed to explain that to them?!"
7:34 AM - Steve: I'm sorry.
8:29 AM - Steve: The next time I tell you to go out the front door, please punch me in the face.
9:03 AM - Steve: Currently looking at a house for Doris.
10:59 AM - Steve: She agreed to rent the house. She'll move in the first of the month.
11:08 AM - Steve: I'm really sorry, Cath.
11:09 AM - Steve: Forgot to sign some paperwork. Gotta go to HQ. Meet you for lunch?
Steve leaned back in his chair. He didn't know if Catherine's silence meant she was busy with her folks or that she was never speaking to him again. Frankly, he'd understand if it was both. Why didn't he have the balls to put Doris in her place? Why didn't he stand up for Catherine that morning? Now Doris was out grocery shopping for the dinner party from hell and he had to devise a plan to explain his rather unique family dynamic to Mr. and Mrs. Rollins. He groaned and dropped his phone with an echoing clatter on the desk and rubbed his eyes.
His head snapped up when he heard a knock on the glass door of his office and waved Danny inside. "Hey, I, uh, I thought you were off today?" Danny said as he leaned on the doorframe.
Steve pointed to the stack of files, "Forgot to sign 'em last night. HPD sent them back this morning."
"Ah." Danny nodded. He was about to continue his thought when Marcus came through the door, escorting a tall man with salt and pepper hair. Heavy on the pepper. "You expecting someone?"
He shook his head and craned his neck to see who Danny was looking at. "Shit." He muttered as he quickly straightened up his desk and smoothed out his polo. Steve cleared his throat and stood up from his desk, "Sir."
"Commander." The man grinned.
Danny looked between the two men. The older man was the picture of confidence. Steve, however, looked more nervous than a sheep on shearing day.
Steve nodded towards Marcus and thanked him before looking at Danny, "Danny, this is Admiral Rollins. Sir, this is my partner, Detective Danny Williams."
"Call me Tom." He chuckled as he shook Danny's hand.
"Tom." Danny grinned "You, uh, you must be Catherine's father."
Admiral Rollins nodded, "The one and only." He looked at Steve, "I hope you don't mind me popping in like this. Catherine and Evelyn are shopping and, uh, I can't think of something I'd rather do less than follow them around like a lost puppy. Catherine told me you were here."
Steve nodded towards Danny as he excused himself and motioned for Tom to take a seat. Steve eased into his chair and rested his forearms on the desk. He quickly glanced at the time. If Catherine had told Tom he was at work, she was at least reading his texts. That was a start. "It's, uh, it's good to see you. I'm glad you and Evelyn made it out here to see Catherine."
Tom eased back into a chair and kicked one boot on top of his knee. Being in the Navy until retirement meant that you were essentially homeless. Always moving around from one base to the next. Tom, however, had fully embraced the Texas culture when he and Evelyn retired just outside of Houston. "So I hear we're heading to your place for dinner tonight."
"Uh, yes, sir." Steve nodded, glancing over at his phone to see if Catherine had responded. Nothing. Nada.
"Catherine told us about your mom."
Steve chewed on the inside of his cheek. What could he possibly say? My mother's a psychopath who abandoned her family to save her own skin and in a cruel twist of fate, the man she was hiding from killed her husband anyways? Oh, and she had a face to face with him and inexplicably let him go. Instead, he sighed and said, "Yeah, the shock hasn't really worn off yet."
Tom nodded. "I'd be more worried if it had. How you doin' with it, son?"
He just shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck, "I don't even know." Steve shook his head and leaned back in his chair, "Catherine, she's- she's been great. She's really been there. For all of it. I, uh, I don't know what I would've done without her."
"Nice place you got here." Tom stated as he looked around the office.
Steve nodded, "Yeah, the uh, the governor set us up well. Can't complain."
"Sure as hell beats sitting in a cramped desk on an aircraft carrier, am I right?" He grinned.
He laughed, "Hell yeah."
Tom pushed out of the chair and stepped towards the door, "I should get back to my ladies, but I'll, uh, see you tonight. If you wanna grab a beer and have a chat, just let me know."
Steve nodded, "Yes, sir. Thanks for coming by."
Danny waited until Tom had left the bullpen before ducking back into Steve's office. "So that's her dad?"
"Yeah."
He smirked, "That, uh, that explains a lot. Friendly, warm, and scary as hell."
Steve laughed, "Nah, Tom's a good man. Catherine's folks - they're great. Her mom's a little crazy but she's… she's great."
"Has he asked why you haven't asked for his daughter's hand in marriage yet?"
Steve's smile dropped into a frown, "Get out, Danno." He stood from his desk and grabbed his keys, "Now I've gotta go have it out with Doris before Catherine and her folks come over tonight."
"You've reached Lieutenant Catherine Rollins. Please leave a message after the beep."
Steve groaned as he heard Catherine's voicemail pick up, "Cath, it's me. Your dad came by The Palace. Said you told them about Doris and dinner. So, I, uh, I guess I'll see you at my place later. Call me back…. Please."
"Catherine, honey." Evelyn huffed, "Why are you making that boy grovel and beg?" She rolled her eyes as she pawed through another rack of clothes, "Just answer your damn phone. It's been going off incessantly."
When Evelyn Rollins swore, you knew to take her seriously. As wild and carefree as she was, Evelyn was nothing if not a lady. If a four letter word came out of her mouth, you were most likely treading on very thin ice. Catherine knew better than to argue. She just shook her head and stepped away to call Steve back. "Hey, Sailor." She sighed when the call connected.
"Hey, uh…. Hey." He choked out. "I thought I was gonna have to put out a BOLO on you."
Catherine laughed quietly and glanced over her shoulder at her mother, "You, uh, you thought I was gonna run?"
"Somethin' like that." He admitted. "Look. I'm sorry about this morning. Doris… She, uh, she and I had a long talk after you left. Well… Not so much a talk as me yelling. It ended up being pretty one-sided."
"Steve, I don't want you to have to choose… between me and her. I'm… I'm trying, I swear, but every time I'm around her I feel cornered and I get defensive and-"
"Cath, you're both important to me. You know that. And I told Doris that I want you to get to know each other, but it has to be on equal terms which means no more, uh, ambush dinners."
"Can I bring anything tonight? Maybe wine and a lot of it because there's no way in hell I'm getting through this sober." She paused to think, "Scratch that. I'm bringing tequila. Wine isn't strong enough."
"Tequila and um…. Bring some stuff… Your stuff. You know…. Whatever you wanna keep over here.. You know, to make you comfortable…. For when you stay here."
Catherine felt a flood of heat rush over her as she stood between the racks of clothing in the department store. She had never complained about having to drive home with morning breath and mussed hair, but she also didn't want to pressure him into giving up his space - especially when Doris had done a one-eighty on the tarmac and invited herself to live in his house. "You sure?"
"Yeah." He said clearly, "I'm sure."
Doris paced back and forth in the living room. Steve had banished her from the lanai where he was babysitting the steaks on the grill. She tried to put on a brave face, but the truth was, she was crushed.
Her son didn't trust her. That's understandable. Her daughter didn't know she was alive. That hurt like hell. Catherine was the dark horse. Doris remembered seeing her that day in Japan. She had watched from a distance as Catherine and Steve had separated from their group of friends and explored the markets, ate sushi, and nervously flirted with one another. She had been expecting Catherine to be a soft-spoken, agreeable belle who was easily coerced into helping Doris win over Steve. She hadn't been expecting her to be the kind of girl who would be first through the door. Catherine was cagey, unapologetic, and borderline rude. Doris liked her immensely. Irreverent and sharp-witted as she was, Doris respected Catherine's protective instincts and was grateful that someone was fiercely loyal to her son. God knows she - his own damn mother - hadn't been.
The click of the twisting doorknob caught her attention as Catherine let herself into Steve's house. Of course she had a key, Doris realized. She'd just been too respectful to use it in Doris's presence. Another point for Catherine.
"Hi." Catherine smiled politely. "Um, Doris, this is my mom, Evelyn, and my dad, Tom."
Doris plastered on her most confident smile, "Hi." She extended her hand to Evelyn, "Doris McGarrett."
Evelyn frowned and stared at her outstretched hand. "So, you're the dead lady." Catherine withheld a laugh while Tom suddenly found great interest in his shoes. Catherine glanced up and saw that Steve had slipped in from the lanai and had caught the exchange. Evelyn looked past Doris and beamed, "Steve! Come here, sweetheart. It's been far too long." She made a beeline for him and pulled him into a hug, "You need to take some vacation time and come visit us again. You're always welcome, you know. Now. Let me look at you." Evelyn stepped back and studied his physical well-being. "Handsome as always." She squeezed his arm and radiated maternal love.
Steve pulled Evelyn into a bear hug and grinned, "It's good to see you, ma'am."
Doris had never felt so small. For a woman who prided herself on strength and wit and the will to survive, she wanted to crawl under a rock and die. Here she was - a stranger in her own home. Hell, it wasn't even her home anymore. It was Steve's. His home. His life. His girlfriend. Her parents who had more of a relationship with him than Doris did. She saw the way that Steve looked at Evelyn Rollins with adoration and affection. She watched their easy banter and smooth rapport. Doris wanted that. She craved it. "Well." She smiled. "I'm just gonna go check on the sides." She dipped into the kitchen and rested against the countertop.
Doris watched as Tom and Evelyn congregated around the grill, swapping stories with Steve. He had an ease about him around Catherine's family. Was this what it would have been like if she hadn't left? Would John still be alive? Would Mary be stable? Would they congregate around the grill on Sunday afternoons, divulging the details of their weeks.
"You know…" Catherine's voice snapped Doris out of her inner tirade. "I, um. I had a chance to meet your husband before he passed. A couple times, actually." Catherine glanced over at Doris whose eyes were trained on the head of lettuce she was slaughtering. "The first time I was here… Steve - he hadn't been back home a lot after he joined the military and I think the memories were still too fresh. So he asked me to come with him." Catherine laughed quietly, "He ducked out after dinner. I don't know where he went but I figured he needed some space. So I stayed and I, um. I helped John wash the dishes and then we went down to the water and sat in the chairs and talked." She looked over at Doris who had stopped chopping vegetables. "He said that I reminded him of you. That we were really similar. I, um. I took that as a compliment." She grabbed the plates Steve had sent her inside to get. "I still do."
Doris looked up from her cutting board, "Thank you, Catherine."
Catherine turned without another word and walked out to the lanai. "Plates." She set the stack beside Steve's post at the grill, trailing her hand across the bend of his lower back.
Evelyn caught a glimpse of her daughter's hand slipping lower and lower and laughed quietly. She leaned over the grill and tapped Steve on the shoulder, "Just so you know, dear. We're on your side."
"Mom." Catherine interjected, "Don't say that. We're not taking si-"
"What! I'm just telling Steve the truth!" She exclaimed.
He chuckled, "Thank you, Evelyn." Steve's hand found Catherine's back and slipped under the hem of her shirt.
Catherine relaxed into his side as he traced abstract circles on her skin. Is this what it would be like? Is this what a life with Steve McGarrett would look like? Crazy in-laws for both of them? Steaks on the grill on a Sunday afternoon? Her dad and Steve having beers and shooting the breeze? Evelyn and Doris battling it out in a show of wits and snark? Steve's hand on her as the breeze blew off of the bay? Paradise.
Evelyn had banished Steve and Tom from the kitchen after dinner. Catherine had not-so-subtly threatened her with bodily harm if she didn't make an effort to be nice to Doris. Tom had snuck two beers out of the fridge and escorted Steve down to the water's edge. "Don't worry about Catherine." He chuckled as he sunk down into one of the beach chairs. "Evelyn's scrappy. If it comes down to it, she can hold her own. CIA training be damned."
Steve grinned and took a swig from the glass bottle, "I don't doubt that for a second. Catherine scares the hell outta me, but I don't wanna be caught in a dark alley with Evelyn. She'd win for sure."
"Can I be honest with you?" Tom stated as he set his beer down in the sand and clasped his hands together, "Catherine seems happy here. You two, you seem like you're in a good place." He motioned back towards the house, "Even with recent developments, you, uh, you seem to have your priorities straight."
He shrugged, "I, uh, I dunno what to tell you. It hasn't been easy."
"So tell me what your hang up is?" Tom crossed his arms, "Forgive me for speaking out of turn, but I, uh, I see a successful, stable young man." He motioned to Steve, "And a beautiful, driven young lady." He motioned back towards the house, "Who have been together for a very long time." Tom cleared his throat, "Just to be clear, Catherine didn't put me up to this and she'd kill me if she knew I was, uh, asking these sorts of questions."
"But she's your daughter and I respect that you want to make sure that I have her best interests in mind."
"Exactly."
Steve took a deep breath, "We, uh, we've talked a little bit... about the next steps for us. Catherine, you know, she's still active duty and, uh, while I'm glad she's here for a while I know she'll be moved somewhere else when her orders at Pearl are up. I, uh, I wanna wait 'till we're both ready to be in the same place. I don't wanna push her into giving up her life just because I decided to hang it up."
Tom smiled, "Catherine can't be pushed into anything she doesn't wanna do. She's, uh, she's stubborn like that."
"Cheers to that." Steve grinned as he took a big gulp of his Longboard.
"Evelyn adores you and, uh, I'm supposed to intimidate you and be real crotchety about it, but hell, I like you too. So, whenever the time is right for the both of you - you just give me a call, you hear?"
Steve nodded and offered Tom a firm handshake. "Yes, Sir."
Tom shook his hand, "As much as I'd like to see her retire and settle down and be safe, don't rush it if it's not the right time for the both of you. Marriage is a hell of a commitment. Do right by my daughter and you and I won't have any problems."
"I'll do my best. I just…" He sighed and scratched the back of his head, "I wanna make her happy. Catherine, she's…. She's everything."
Catherine said goodnight to her parents and reluctantly gave her dad the keys to her Stingray. Steve waved towards Mr. and Mrs. Rollins before turning back and walking inside. "I'll see you guys tomorrow. Please don't wreck my baby." Catherine called out as she closed the door. Taking a deep breath, Catherine turned, smiled politely at Doris and Steve and stated, "I'm gonna go grab a quick shower." As respectfully as she could, she added on, "Good night, Doris."
She hurried up the stairs and closed the door to Steve's bedroom. Digging around in the linen closet, she realized that the load of towels she had washed for Steve were in the dryer. Catherine tugged on his SEAL hoodie and opened the door, freezing when she overheard Steve addressing Doris from below the balcony.
"Look, Mom." Steve sighed. "I wanna be mad at you for doing what you did to Catherine this morning, but, uh, truth is, I'm glad you got to meet Tom and Evelyn because they're… they're real important to me. Here's the thing. I want you here. I want to fix this thing between us. I, um, I'm gonna fly Mary out here soon or - or go there and talk to her and tell her because you need to fix things with her too. But Catherine? She's been there for me. For all of it. Hell, she's been there for Mary too. She, she's the one person who's never lied to me. She's the one I trust with everything. Is that clear? You mess with her ever again and you and I are gonna have some serious problems. I want this to work, mom, I do. But if you make me choose between her and you?" He exhaled in decisive relief, "It's gonna be her. I'm gonna choose her every single time."
Catherine gripped the edge of the door as her heart beat pounded in her ears. It was deafening. Steve had to be able to hear her pulse all the way downstairs. It was practically shaking the house. No - the house wasn't shaking. She was.
Their voices became muffled as they walked out onto the lanai. Taking the opportunity to move about undetected, she flew down the stairs and into the laundry room.
"Hey, you." Steve murmured as he slipped into the bathroom and stood behind her at the sink. His massive hands gently massaged her bare shoulders. Catherine tightened the towel around her chest and relaxed at his touch. He speckled her shoulder with kisses and nipped his way up her neck. He brushed her wet hair to one side and gently tilted her head to the left. "I feel like I haven't gotten to see you all day."
"Mhm." Catherine lazily smiled as her eyes fluttered shut.
He chuckled quietly and turned her to face him. "I'm really happy you're staying here tonight." He rested his forehead on hers. "Really happy."
Catherine wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his body against hers to keep the towel secure. Her fingers tangled in the back of his hair, "I like making you happy." She admitted as she let her hands slide from the back of his neck, down his shoulders, and rested squarely on his chest. "What, um. What were you and my dad talking about after dinner?"
"Mm, I think that's between him and me."
She raised an eyebrow, "Tell me." Steve shook his head and she decided to take it to the next level. "I can be very persuasive. Or I can just ask him."
Steve smirked, "He won't tell. He was the one who brought up the conversation."
Catherine took a step back and let the towel drop, "Very. Persuasive."
He sucked in a breath and hissed, "There's no way in hell I'm talkin' about your dad while you're naked."
Her nails scraped down the bare skin of his chest and trailed across the waistband of his sweatpants, "Tell me."
"You fight dirty." He groaned.
"Yes, I do." She cocked her head, "You know I have other ways of making you talk."
And boy did he want her to use them. He'd resist to prolong the pleasure, but if she tried, that woman could make him spill every classified secret he knew. "We talked about you."
"What about me?" Her hand slipped under the elastic of his sweats.
"Shit. Cath-" He choked out as his head lolled back. He swallowed and took a heavy breath as he tried his best to focus on her, "I- I can't…. While you… that…."
She withdrew her hand and wrapped her arms around his waist, "What was that?"
Steve's chest heaved as he stepped forward and pressed her back against the sink. "When you touch me like that I… I can't even think about telling you that I told your dad how much I respect you. And want you. And how much I want to make you happy." He caressed her cheek and brought her lips to his. "You're everything to me." He admitted. The pounding in his chest told him this was it. It was time. This was the moment. He nervously shifted his weight between his feet. "Cath, I-"
Catherine closed her eyes as the sudden movement of his hips against hers elicited a wanton moan, "I swear if you don't toss me on that bed and get on top of me, I'll-"
Steve didn't wait for the other half of her statement. He'd happily follow orders from Catherine Rollins.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Happy Saturday! Leave your thoughts and comments in the reviews! There will be a long real-time Steve and Cath piece in the next chapter! If you want to pre-game the next chapter, watch 3x07!
Things I did during my writing hiatus:
1. Grocery shopped in 4 inch stilettos with a toddler after a business meeting.
2. Got my first tattoo.
3. Felt like an absolute badass.
SO. Here's my challenge to you-
Do something that makes you feel like a badass! (Think before you tattoo, though! That was a long time coming for me.) Dust off your high heels, put on that red lipstick, and be fierce!
XO,
-Mags-
