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A/N: Happy Friday My wonderful readers! So here it is! The last chapter in the birthday chapters. This get's raunchy at the end. Seriously, watch out, I've got smut at the end of this chapter. I figured it's been a while so I did my best to crank it out this chapter. Also, this is the chapter that I lost and had to rewrite, and honestly, I feel like my first attempt was better. But I did my best. Hopefully it's still great! Next chapter is gonna be a dousy of zingers and regular old Rowan-ism, and yes, yes her brothers will be there. So, please enjoy this chapter, don't forget to leave a review or drop a fav or a follow and I'll see you as soon as I get the next chapter done.

Chapter 379

The last stop on his birthday of jumping was a theater.

Not a movie theater, but an actual theater. And not a modern one, but a fancy one. The seats were covered in royal red velvet, everything that wasn't red was gold, except the walls which were sky blue.

They were in their own personal box, a rather large box actually, and from the ceiling hung a little crystal chandelier.

And already sitting in their seats were all his friends.

The friends that knew about Rowan's powers that is.

Con was the one that was on the other side of the door and ushered them to where they were sitting, with a loud: "And the man of the hour is here!"

His friends all clapped for him, and he smiled, noting right away that out of everyone was there.

Already sitting down were Kono and Chin, Grover, and Jian and his mother. Danny was there too, in his own tux, perfectly alive. Wo was pushing him forward so he could take his seat. As he looked over the railing, he could see they were the only ones there.

And everyone was dressed up. Not just him, Wo and Danny.

Jian was in this red flowing gown. Kono was in an off white, almost cream gown. Grover, Chin and Adam were in all Tuxes like his. Even Con was in a tux, but he was clearly on door duty.

In the orchestra pit was a full orchestra practicing already. The house lights were still on, there was a red curtain in front of the stage.

The only thing missing was his wife. If they were here to watch a show, where the hell was his wife? His wife was the one who liked these things. Not him. Not that he'd complain. A whole theater to himself and his friends, there was no way he could complain. Except he was going to because the point was to spend the whole day with his wife. And she wasn't there.

"Do any of you guys know where Ro is?"

"She's getting ready," Jian said, but that didn't make sense. Ro and Jian had jumped here before him and Jian was already ready. What the hell was Rowan doing to herself that had her not ready yet?

Behind them, Con opened the door again. That was another thing that was weird. How was Rowan not here but holding a portal open in that doorway? Particularly one to different places, because there was no one else in Japan for her to bring here, which meant she was pulling from somewhere else.

Actually, who else could she want to pull? No one else really knew about her powers.

"Uh… was not expecting two," Con said and when Steve turned he found Nahele standing there with a very confused Grace.

God damn it, he had told Nahele that Ro's powers needed to be a secret, why the hell would he do this?

And why was he holding Grace's hand?

"Uh… Monkey…. What are you doing here?" Danny said standing up and Steve did the same.

The two teens let go of each other's hands. "Hi Danno," she said almost apologetically. "Where are we?"

"It's a super secret underground theater," Con said dryly as the two dads moved towards their kids.

Danno got to Grace to talk to her, and Steve went to Nahele.

"Hey… what are you doing here?"

"Well… it the last stop of the day and mom said I could come if I wanted to and I wanted to be here for you…"

"Yeah and that's great, but what about your party?"

"I've been at it all day," he said. "I caught major waves, had fun with Makani and Kai and if we're going to be honest my bonfire got hijacked by popular kids with alcohol."

Steve must have pulled a face because Nahele immediately said: "No I wasn't drinking and I made sure Grace wasn't either. Not sure about Will to be honest, cause I haven't seen him yet, but he's Grover's kid so I'm assuming he's not."

Yeah, that did not bode well. And he needed to make sure Grover and Danny didn't hear about the alcoholic party of Nahele's that their kids were attending.

"Alright… well… okay… as long as you're sure. I was serious, you know, about you having the day to yourself and your friends. You don't have to be here just for me."

"Naw, it's not the only reason I'm here."

"This is nice," Con said interrupting the two parents. "But I only have a suit for Nahele. I was unaware that he was bringing a date."

"Oh, no…" "…no we're not…" "not dating…" the two kids tried to explain but Con wasn't having it.

"That's alright," Jian said interrupting the both of them. "She can come with me, we'll see if the costume master has a dress for her, what do you say?"

Grace nodded, watching as Nahele was handed a dress bag that no doubt had his suit. "Do you want me to help you with the tie?" he asked.

"Why?" Wo asked butting in between them. "You couldn't do up your own bowtie. Just take a seat Birthday-boy. I'll get Nahele ready. Go talk to your friends."

As Wo disappeared with Steve's son, Danny and Steve had no choice but to take their seats. The friends all exchanged small talk until it was basically 9 at night in Hawaii. Steve wasn't sure where they were so he didn't know what time it was.

Nahele and Wo came back first. Nahele took the seat beside Steve, while Wo took the other one. When Jian came back with Grace, Grace took the seat beside Nahele, and Danny sat beside her. While Jian took the seat beside Wo with Con next to her. The rest of their friends took their seats behind them, all of them seemingly aware of what was coming.

Nahele was looking like a mini-Steve, but Grace, Grace had come out in this beautiful sparkling dusty rose floor length gown. Danny had beamed when he saw her, told her she looked beautiful, and Nahele had done the same.

The smile that Steve's son won from Grace was worrying, but he didn't want to get into that now and he wouldn't unless Danny gave him shit.

Once everyone was in their seats the house lights went down and a man came out onto the stage.

"Welcome Ladies and Gentleman. Thank you for joining us tonight at Teatro La Fenice…" Venice, they were back in Venice. But… why were they back here? They had done everything already. "…for Rowan Pierce's second engagement!"

What the actual fuck?!

"Whoa, hold on. Second engagement? What the fuck is he talking about? We haven't broken up, who the hell even proposed to her?!" Steve thundered jumping out of his seat

"He's means second showing here at this theater, you idiot!" Wo hissed and Steve sunk down in his seat.

"Sorry… I didn't… I just panicked…"

"Shut up," Wo hissed and Steve went quiet. The only thing that made him feel better, other then watching his wife walking out on that stage in a stunningly gorgeous dress, was his son reaching out to hold his hand. Being sure to give him a bit of a squeeze of solidarity.

Rowan had come out in a completely different dress from the original dress that Wo Fat had bought her all those years ago, but still had all together the same look as her original one.

This dress was Navy blue, with sparkling crystals all over the bodice and sown into the skirt of the gown. It literally looked like she was wearing the night sky.

It had a swear heart bodice, with no straps but lace sleeves that started right under her arms. She was wearing the stolen diamond Necklace and her hair was done up in the amazing updo. She looked stunning, and Steve wanted nothing more than to take her to bed in that dress, just so he could take it off of her.

But he realized what had happened. She was going to give him a concert, just like she had for Wo and Con almost a full year ago. The crown jewel of the whole trip.

That video had done unspeakable things to him. It took his breath away and had broken his heart all over again. Now he was going to see it in person and he could take the girl home when she was done taking his breath away.

Everyone around clapped and cheered for Rowan but only when they were finally quiet, and she was in the middle of the stage, did she nod to the orchestra.

The second they started playing, Steve reached out for Nahele again, because he knew this song.

I'm trying to hold my breath…

She stopped and actually took a breath, before continuing with the song.

Let it stay this way, can't let this moment end. You set off a dream in me. Getting louder now, can you hear it echoing? Take my hand, will you share this with me? 'Cause darling, without you…

Steve found himself sitting straighter in his seat. He couldn't take his eyes off of his wife, how much she looked at home on that stage. She was a born performer, god how he wished she could do this more.

All the shine of a thousand spotlights, all the stars we steal from the night sky, will never be enough. Never be enough. Towers of gold are still too little, these hands could hold the world but it'll, never be enough. Never be enough… For me!

As soon as she hit the high note for the for me the background behind her lit up, an explosion of fireworks went off on a screen behind her.

As the song grew, and her voice grew higher, Steve found himself breathlessly in awe of her.

She looked happy, she looked happier then he had ever seen her before, just lost in the music and his heart was up in his throat.

It was the words. Her words. That song. He didn't know if it was true or not, and he would be asking her later, but those words, they felt like she was talking to him. Him and Nahele. That nothing in this world was more important to her than them. That all the gold and cash and material items were not worth more than them.

There came that rising crescendo and without even thinking he reached out with his other hand and grabbed onto Wo, who, without a second thought held his hand back.

The song came to an end and Steve was up on his feet with the rest of his friends clapping and cheering. Behind him Chin was whistling for her, Nahele kept shouting that that was his mom. It was just amazing.

Rowan smiled at them all, waving up to them and eventually as it died down.

"Would you guys like another song?" she called up to them and that got a resounding cry of yes from the people that were sitting with them.

Rowan nodded. "Alright," she called up. "Give me one second."

She left the stage briefly, only to come back with her black guitar. With her someone helping her, a someone who was carrying the mic.

Rowan got herself situation in front of it, and then she no longer had to yell.

"So Uhm… you guys might recognize this song. I've been trying write this song for a while. I've had a hard time trying to figure out the lyrics but I've recently got them down," she said as she strummed through a very familiar melody.

She was right, Steve did recognize this one. She had been trying to write it the year before the Year of Deceit.

And then she was singing.

I've been to Paris, made my way down to Rome, seen the sun setting on the beach on Oahu. But I could care less, 'cause I was all alone, and there ain't no way to touch hug my baby over the phone.

It looked a little weird, Rowan singing a country song in such a glitzy red-carpet dress. But he didn't care, because that was his wife, and this song was about them and she looked beautiful in every single way.

But then that helper came back out and to her. She didn't have anything with her though. Instead what she did was go right up to Rowan, take a hold of the waist of her dress and rip it right off.

Steve let out a gasp, firstly because he didn't know why someone who worked at this theater would pants his wife in the middle of a concert. But Rowan wasn't left with standing there in her underwear, which was a view that was for him and only for him. With the skirt gone he could see that a pair of matching navy blue pants were underneath, with a swirling crystal pattern. They looked as satin as the corset top. The pants were ankle long and she was in a pair of matching red bottomed heels.

Now she most definitely looked the part now.

I've been all around the world, done all there is to do, but you'll always be the home I wanna come home to. You're a wild night with a hell of a view. There ain't no place, ain't no place like you. There ain't no place, ain't no place like you.

Well she had definitely figured it out and it was definitely a song about them. But not just her and Steve, it was about all of them. It was about how she went away for a year, got to see everything she wanted to see but it was Steve, Nahele and the rest of her Five-0 family that she missed, that she really wanted to be with.

You're my daybreak, you're my California sun. You're my London, Berlin, Colombian Hills all rolled into one. In the city, the country, the mountains or sea, wherever you are, baby, that's where I wanna be.

Steve sat there, a hand gripping Nahele's listening to the song swell. His own heart swelling with the music. This song was perfect, this song was them, and he loved each and every chord, each note.

And when it was done, and everyone was done clapping for her she asked: "Do you guys want another one?"

And they all cheered. So yes, yes, they very much did want another song.

"Right. Any requests?" she called up and then they were all shouting songs at her.

Steve was just sitting there smiling at her. He had never been more proud of his wife before. It was just another one of those time where he was reminded just how lucky he was to have her.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Once the songs were done, Nahele and Grace were sent off to change into their old outfits and Rowan came up into the wings for small talk and to send everyone home.

She hugged everyone who came, Steve got his birthday gifts that he said he'd open the following day, and Rowan opened a portal to their kitchen where they all put the gifts on the table.

By the time Grace and Nahele were back, everyone else was gone. Conejo had been sent back to wherever he was working, which Steve was not allowed to know where, Adam and Kono had been sent their home, Grover had been sent to his. Jian and Wo were sent back to Japan, and Doris was sent back to her safe house with Yao.

The only one left was Danny who was waiting because he was still confused as to how his daughter had ended up coming with Nahele. He was also wondering what he was going to do and how he was going to explain this.

Steve was more concerned with Rowan, who had to be exhausted by now, so he was standing right beside her, hand on her arm, focusing on pulsing power into her so she wasn't too tired.

When the two teens came up there were walking, awfully close to one another something Steve hoped Danny didn't notice. He did not want Danny bitch at his kid, or about his kid. The second they saw their parents waiting for them, they stopped twittering away and approached them.

"Hey Gracie," Rowan said. "Not that I'm not happy you're here, but I'm a little surprised that Nahele brought you with him."

Grace definitely looked confused, Nahele just looked chastised. Which was fair because they were now in a position to explain how this had happened. And well, Steve and Rowan were getting tired on explaining this. Seriously this was the worst kept secret in the world.

"I know mom," he said.

"Right well, it's up to you to explain," she said. "If she needs clarification we can do it next weekend okay?"

"Okay mom," he said.

He watched her open up the door. He hugged them both good-bye, Grace hugged her dad and then hugged Steve and Rowan and then Rowan was ushering them through the door.

"We'll see you tomorrow, don't do anything I would do," she said. Nahele had Grace out first before going through himself. Once they were through Nahele found himself on the beach again.

"Wow that was so cool!" Grace said. "I know I've said it before, and I'm like her biggest fan, but seriously your mom is such a great singer."

"Yeah," Nahele said.

"And who would have thought that there was a hidden theater in that building," she said and Nahele winced.

"About that," he said. "Uhm…. I have something to tell you, but uh… it's kind of a family secret so if I tell you, you can't tell anyone else."

Grace paused and turned back to him. "Yeah, okay. You know you can trust me."

And he did trust her. His level of trust in Grace was about the same as his trust in his parents. Maybe even a little bit more, because it was a deep dark fear of his that they'd give him up, give him back.

A secret he had told Grace once in one of their late night talks. So yeah. He trusted her.

Nahele nodded and moved towards her. "There isn't a secret underground theater," he told her. "We were in Venice. They have a famous theater there. The Teatro de la Fenice. My mom performed there once, and she booked it again for my dad's birthday."

For a moment Grace just stared at him and then she started to laugh. "We can't have been in Venice, Nahele. We're in Hawaii."

"Okay. Yeah. You're right," he said. "We're in Hawaii now. But we weren't before. We were in Venice. And if you don't believe me go back to the door. It's a washroom now. Go on. Go check."

Grace stared at him. She didn't know if he was joking or not. It wasn't like him to play a joke like this so she had to believe that he was serious, but what he was saying was crazy.

"I'm serious Grace. Go check," he said pointing back to the door.

She stalked past him, right up to that door. Then she opened it. Just as he said it was a typical public washroom, complete with a flickering light. There definitely wasn't an entrance to a secret underground theater. She shut the door and opened it again.

Nope, still no theater.

She shut the door for good this time and turned back to Nahele and found him smiling at her shocked face.

"It's not a theater," she said.

"No, it's not."

She came towards him trying to rack her brain, trying to figure how it was possible that this was happening.

"How… how… but if not's then…"

"There's a whole long story to it," he said. "But the short of it is mom… Rowan… she's got magic powers."

And then he just stood there waiting, waiting for her reaction. But Grace didn't have one. She simply started laughing.

"Of course," she said. "Why am I surprised."

"Yeah, it's a whole thing. Basically, she can open portals to anywhere she's been. So uhm… that's it. She wanted to show my dad everything she did while she was away last year and uhm, as I said, that last one was the Teatro La Fenice. That's where we were."

Grace nodded. "That's so cool," she said and his smile widened. "And I promise I won't tell anyone."

"Oh great!" he said. "Uhm… would you like to go back… to the party now?" She nodded and he offered her a hand.

She took it right away, letting him lead her back to the party. If asked he'd say he offered because the sand was uneven and he didn't want her to fall.

But as she took his arm an jolt of electricity went through him, and a feeling of warmth swept through his body. It was the kind of feeling Rowan said Steve filled her with, the kind of feeling Steve described when describing how he knew he loved Rowan. And it just made him happy for a little while, until he remembered that it couldn't and wouldn't ever happen.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

After Nahele and Grace were sent home, Danny was next. Then it was their turn.

Rowan popped yet another portal and then they were home.

Steve had taken off his suit jacket and thrown it across the bed. He glanced over to Rowan and saw that was in the process of unpacked all of their souvenirs, was putting everything in it's proper places.

Right, fine, he could help her with that.

Steve took the two art books, the five frames and the two canvases down first. The Art books went on the coffee table, the frames and canvases by the door, they could figure out where to hang them later once Rowan printed out the corresponding pictures. Though he'd probably hang the canvases tomorrow once they agreed on where they'd go.

It'd be silly to think they'd just agree on where to put them, but he didn't mind discussing décor arrangements in their house. Usually he let her slide on that, he kind of liked that his house was no longer a bachelor pad, that she had put her mark on parts of his house.

Like the pillows on the couch, or the details in the kitchen, or the vases she put on his dad's desk, and the pictures of their family.

He asked why she did that and she said it was so his dad could look at them, in case he ever wanted to sit in his desk. Not going to lie, that brought a tear to his eye, that she thought that his dad would be looking over them, sitting at that desk, and she thought to decorate it for him.

Just another reason in that ever growing list of reasons as to why he didn't deserve his wife.

When he came back up, Rowan was still reorganizing so he then took the Wayuu hammock and the three furin down to the couch so he could put them up tomorrow. It would be a fun thing to do tomorrow, Nahele had one, so they'd get his opinion on it.

That was his last trip downstairs. And he didn't care if she was done or not, if he was tired she had to be worse, they were going to bed. Simple. But when he got back upstairs, Rowan had put away the three sweaters. She had unpacked his wet bathing suit and damp towel. She had put everything for Nahele in his room to show him tomorrow. She had also added his new decorations to the room.

The Chiva bus was sitting on his dresser between her two sugar skull animals. The Ryukyu dolls were sitting on his bedside table beside the picture frame that had a picture of them and Nahele on their wedding day.

She had the Alice in Wonderland statue all on the dresser looking over her ring dish with her Hello Kitty and Totoro plush on the floor, clearly to put on the bed in the morning.

Also by the two stuffed animals was his Mochila bag, he didn't have to look inside it to know that she had put the hanko stamp in it so he could take both to work the next time he was in, which hopefully wouldn't be tomorrow. Maybe they could go shopping to pick a plant to put in it.

Did the fact that that excited him prove that he was getting old?

Yeah, he was too tired to figure that out. He was exhausted. Not too exhausted, of course, but he was definitely tired.

They had done a lot today and honestly, it was the best birthday ever. It definitely made up for last year's shit birthday without her. He didn't even celebrate, well other than that dinner with Liangs and Nahele, yeah they didn't really do much.

He crossed to her, his hands going to his hips and pulling her back to him. His head dipped, is lips finding her neck, and nibbling up to her sweet spots.

Already she was moaning and he was getting hot and bothered just by that alone. Seriously his wife could drive him wild without even trying.

She turned around in his grasp, her hands resting on his chest, slowly going about undoing the buttons of his white shirt.

"Did you have a good day Steven?"

"Of course I did baby," he whispered angling down to kiss her, except she ducked away.

"Do you have a favourite part?"

Steve straightened to think about it. As she undid the rest of his buttons and then stripped him of the shirt entirely.

"I liked the ROM and uh… California was nice…"

She was pressing kisses to his chest, starting from the center and working her way up until she was kissing his neck. He couldn't think about picking a favourite part when she was kissing him like that. Why was she asking him questions when she was going to be distracting like that?

Done with answering her questions, he took a hold of the back of her head, tilting it back and then kissing her fully.

She only let him kiss her a bit before she pushed him back and away. Seriously? He knew she said that sex wasn't his gift this year but he didn't think that it meant that he wouldn't be getting it at all.

"Would you like your last gift?"

Oh god there was more?

"We don't have to jump to it, do we?"

Rowan gave him a sort of small smile while she shook her head and he let out a sigh of relief.

"Okay baby, I guess I'd like to get my last gift."

"Great. So, uhm… you know my dress?" she asked and he nodded. It wasn't a dress anymore. It was a jump suit, a skin tight jump suit. "Well… I had to be sewn into it, that's how tight it is."

"Wow," Steve said. "How are you getting out of it?"

"Well that's part of the gift, you literally get to rip it off of me," she said and his smile widened. Well damn, she was giving him a straight up bodice ripper for his birthday this year. She knew him well.

"Are you sure? Wasn't this outfit expensive?"

"That doesn't matter," she said licking her lips in that way that always excited him. "Besides… don't you want to see what's underneath?"

Steve blinked his yes. Damn what did that mean? She had purposely said that she hadn't gotten him underwear to strip her out of this year. Had seen been lying to him?

And then he purposely went about tearing her clothes off of her. Pulling panel after panel off of her until there was nothing left except what she had on underneath.

And it was barely anything.

For starters that little strip of blue lace was nothing but strings and the matching bra was just as skimpy. He took her in, twirled her around so he could see ever inch of her, including that perfectly bare ass of hers.

It was a g-string. Jesus, she was trying to kill him.

For a while he just took her in, wanting to memorize this moment, how this looked on her. So when he got older he'd always remember this look on her.

But he couldn't just stand there drinking her in because it was an unquenchable thirst.

He carefully draped her onto the bed, before climbing up on top of her. Her hands were reaching for him, he knew she wanted to take his pants off. But he great thing about this being his birthday was that he got to have it his way.

Now most guys would take their birthday as a chance to do things that their girl wasn't comfortable in, or as a free pass make their girl to do all the work, and while he loved her on top of him, what he really liked was commanding her. And he didn't get to boss her around very much. Well, he didn't get to boss her around and have her listen anyway.

So that's what he was getting today. He got to be in control. It also meant that he would be doing most of the work but he didn't care about that.

He started by pulling that pair of floss off of her and tossing them away from her. He pressed kisses to her inner thighs, travelling up towards that silken, soaking wet pulse of hers. Normally he'd test the waters, push a finger in to vibrate through her. She'd pitch, she'd moan, and he loved that, he really did.

But he was hungry. Hungry for her.

So he delved right into her.

He got what he wanted anyway. Her fingers dug into his hair, her back arched, her moans bounced around the room. And he got to eat to his heart's content as her hips raised to get more of him.

To appease her he shifted. He began to tease that rosebud tip of hers, while his fingers plunged into her. He started first with his tongue, in sync with the pulsing of his fingers, but it wasn't until he brought his teeth into the equation that she became a trembling mess, crying out his name. And he continued as she rode out a wave of the first climax of the night, and surely not her last either.

Eventually he let her go. He climbed back up to her, letting her pant and catch her breath. His hands skimmed her body simply because he liked the feel of her under his palms. It helped to remind him that she was real, she was there, and she was his.

As she caught her breath, he pressed kissed to her, every inch of her he could find, while her own hands skimmed him. Running up and down his back, through his hair, everything he wanted, everything he loved.

He pressed his lips to hers as he went about stripping her of her bra and then tossing it across the room. Then he turned his attention to her those perfect breasts of hers. Starting by pressing a kiss to that mermaid underboob tattoo she had.

She let out this appreciative murmur and then he was moving, up the valley between her breasts before shifting attention to one of her dew bud nipples.

The second he latched onto her and her hands immediately shifted. No longer wandering his body, one hand went to the back of is head, the other moved down to his belt buckle.

She was moving to undo his belt and normally that was fine, but he knew, if she got her hands down his pants he'd loose all semblance of reality and he'd forget his plan.

And it was his birthday and he wanted it his way.

So he stopped. Rowan moaned in disappointment, but she wouldn't be disappointed for long.

Steve reached for the handcuffs. This was something that they rarely did, but when they did they had a set of rules. Starting with if she said no, he didn't cuff her, and vice versa. She didn't say no, but again that was cause it was his birthday, though if she did he wouldn't have.

The other rule was that she couldn't void herself out of the cuffs unless she was panicking, or she just couldn't hold it anymore. If he was in the cuffs and he used that code word she was to uncuff him immediately. But he had used the codeword a few times because he had needed to get his hands on her ASAP and he was being impatient instead of being in a panic and that had ruined the mood cause she had assumed that he was panicking. She had been too worried after that, the first time they had finished, or more aptly he did and she didn't. The second time he didn't they just stopped.

He swore after that, he wouldn't do that to her again, but Steve in cuffs still didn't happen as much as he knew Rowan wanted.

As soon as she saw the handcuffs she smiled at him and put her hands in the correct position, which was above her head. Once she was cuffed he went back to what he wanted.

Which was turning his wife into a quivering moaning mess.

This itself was an easy thing to do. HE knew all her sensitive spots by now, knew what to do to her to get the noises he wanted. That and whenever they got into sex they sort of forgot to talk. Sure short phrases and single words were easy, but they had a whole different love language when it came to sex with her, they were both fluent in. She spoke in moans and murmurs, while his were groans, grunts and half word whispers.

He started by finding those soft spots just behind her ear and sucking on them. A hand skimmed her body down to her nether curls before sinking into that heat there. As he stroked the fire there, first one finger, then two, then three, all vibrating in tune to her own moans while Steve covered her in suckling kisses.

First slanting across her mouth so he could devour her moans, then down her throat leaving more claiming marks than he should have. When he got back to those nipples she was about ready to blow, so he pushed those fingers deeper, pulsed a little more insistently. Within seconds her back was arching had his name was flying out of her and Steve was grinning widely.

He was always proud to make her climax like that. And he wasn't done with her either.

He trailed himself down her body again. Kissing his way down until he was between her thighs again.

Rowan was saying his name over and over again. He knew what she wanted. She wanted something deeper, faster, harder and yes, she would get that, but he wasn't ready yet. He wasn't done with her yet.

He pressed kisses to her inner thighs again and she started to moan in frustration. She knew what he was doing. Tormenting her, teasing her, it was one of his favourite things to do.

He started out slow, licking her from top to bottom, until she was squirming against him. Then he depend his intentions, flicking his tongue inside her tightening passage as she whimpered his name. He move to suckling that swollen clit, he didn't even need to add his fingers, she was so sensitive that she bucked against him and he knew then that she had climaxed again.

A little too soon for his liking, but good none the less.

He let her catch her breath, for only a moment and then her mouth was back on her clit and she was crying out his name in surprise, and then he slipped his fingers into her. Two fingers right at the start and that time her cry was just one of pleasure and he smiled into his motions.

He continued, suckling, pulsing inside her, not just in and out but vibrating his fingers as she clenched around him, as her own body began to tremble.

It only took a few minutes of that sweet torment for her to climax once more.

Steve himself was panting, though Rowan's body had done all the work. So he let her breath again, so he could catch his own breath. So he could free himself of his own clothes.

When he returned to her chest was still heaving and for a moment he just sat there, kneeling before the wonder that was his wife. Watching the way her chest rose in the moonlight, the way her body seemed to just glow, just for him.

He pressed a kiss to each and every tattoo he found. Before settling above her to kiss her himself. Her hips raised to his, wanting him inside her, and she'd get it, just not get.

He liked the feel of her against him, skin on skin, their breathing and heartbeats as one. His cock pulsing between them, demanding her.

Even he was struggling with patience.

But he wasn't done with her yet.

"Please," she whispered against his lips. "I need you."

He kissed her again, slowly leisurely, but he didn't indulge her yet. He did bring himself to her, the tip meeting her soaking wet lips. She was struggling, writhing against him, to get him deeper.

With one hand he caged her head, keeping her kissing him. The other hand dipped between them, not to ensure a swift and correct entrance but to massage that still swollen clit while the tip of him rubbed against her.

He swallowed up any moans or cries that escaped her and when he was certain that she couldn't take anymore, he slipped all the way into her, fast and deep. As far as he could go.

She came immediately, his hips bucking, her cries smothered by his tongue in her mouth. She tightened around him and he had to still himself to keep himself from coming then and there.

He still wasn't done with her yet.

But when he came to a stop, she became insistent, a sort of electric current sparked around them.

"Not yet," he whispered to her, pulsing that power of his own into her to keep her in those cuffs. "Let me work."

He knew she wouldn't be able to hold it back. There would come a point where he took this too far and she'd get herself out of the cuffs. A point where she'd stop letting him dampen her field. He had his own void powers, his own ability to shut down her powers, but hers were stronger than his.

And things always got electric when they were making love.

"Hurry," was her answer him. "I want you… I need you… I need to feel you in me…"

Oh god she was trying to undo him. And it was working.

He rewarded her by thrusting into her so he could watch her head tip back in her ecstasy. He was doing that for her and if she could be believed, and his ego totally believed her, he was the only one who could rock her world like this.

He was going slow on purpose. He knew how much she liked it faster, harder and deeper, how much he liked it to, but he still wasn't done with her. Besides, he was giving it to her deeper and harder, it was the faster he was ignoring.

He continue to thrust quickly, deep as he could go every time and then he would pause and let her take him, all of him while he watched the frustration play across that beautiful face of hers. With each thrust her hips would raise and with each pause she writhe against him and he would just smile watching all of the pleasure and frustration play across her face.

She was starting to beg, begging him to fuck her faster, harder, she wanted more, she wanted it all, but she didn't deserve it. Not yet.

They were creatures of friction, it set them off more, so to gain a little more control over his body which was quickly getting wildly out of control, he separated from her.

Right away she was groaning, frustrated, because she always wanted him against her.

He settling himself on his knees, pulling her up to his lap to keep her close. He continued to thrust, a little quicker this time to appease her, but even that became too much to him and he forgot his plan.

He pitched forward, one hand at her lower back to keep her up and against him.

It wasn't enough, she wanted more, and that air crackled with electricity once more.

Her hands came free, and she lurched up, pushing him back and onto his knees again as she practically mounted him. She had her arms hooked around his neck and her mouth on his right away. It took nothing to reposition her onto his lap, her legs wrapped around his waist without a second of hesitation and then he was thrusting up and she writhed against him.

They were together again, that friction setting them both off as their tongues dueled. This continued until the fire of desire took full control of him.

The plan was gone now, completely forgotten, he was lost to it all.

They dropped back to the bed, still together, joined in every way. His mouth left hers and latched onto her neck, while her teeth sunk into shoulder. Her legs still around him, he pounded into her, harder faster, deeper just like she wanted from him.

Her teeth sunk in deeper, but as her own climax overtook her, her back arched, her head went back as a scream of his name left her. And he joined her soon after, his own climax quiet in comparison, but just as powerful.

It stole his breath, shook through his body, and had him exhausted and murmuring her name over and over again in her ear.

He collapsed into her and she held him to her, gently, like he was fragile, like he was precious. And after today, he knew he was precious to her, as precious as she was to him.

She traced patterns into his lower back and up to his shoulder blades. Her other hand kept brushing through his hair, and as his heart rate returned to normal, he found It swelling not with desire but just… love.

This all encompassing, soul branding love for her, for their life together, for… everything that came with her.

He eventually rolled off of her, and they both lay there breathlessly catching their breaths together. Except he hated it when she wasn't touching him in some way so he reached out and took a hold of her hand.

After a moment of silent resting, he let her get up, helped her clean herself up, then she was putting on a pair of pantie and that grey sweater of his. He too had slipped into his pjs, which, tonight, were just going to be his boxers.

When she returned to the bed, when she was there with him, she pressed into his side. Pressing a kiss to his cheek she whispered a late happy birthday to him.

He just held her tighter before whispering the truth.

I love you.

And he meant it. He loved her. All of her. Everything about her. He loved his life with her, he loved his new family, even if it included Wo Fat.

He wouldn't change a single thing about this day, about his life. He had never been so happy, and he wasn't going to let it go ever again.