Gentle breeze

"When you said we were going for drinks; did you mean just drinks or are going to talk to each other too?" Tommy lightly joked, taking a sip of his beer. As he was leaving the office at the end of his workday, Grace had asked him to go have drinks with her. So now they were sitting in the bar at the Hilton Hawaiian Village, Grace sipping a double whiskey and Tommy a longboard. The only thing she'd said since they got there 20 minutes earlier was her order to the bartender. She knew Tommy wasn't going to leave her alone until the reason behind their very silent bar visit, and she knew it. They had known each other for too long to lie to each other. He knew every gory little detail about her life, past and present and vice versa. z

"If you don't want to tell me that's fine. I'm pretty sure I know what's got you all clammed up and moody." He said, aware that she'd probably get a little pissed at him statement. "Oh yeah, and what would that be?" she snapped back. She knew Tommy didn't mean anything by it, but she wasn't in the mood for jokes and he knew it. "Steve. He's got you all hot, bothered and twisted up inside. There's no need to deny it, I know you better than anyone else."

He was right. He hated to admit it, but he was. About all of it. Ever since the incident with the elevator and their hike that following weekend, the only thing she could think of was Steve. And it was killing her. She'd done it before, broken her rules. And all it got her was a townhouse to herself and a whole lot of heartache.

"You know I have these rules, the two golden rules in life: never go out with a soldier and never go out with a guy that is already taken. I've done the mistake of breaking them in the past which should make this extremely easy, but it's not. I don't know what it is about him, but I just can't seem to get him out of my head and it's killing me. I don't want to feel like this and I don't want to feel for him." She said and looked over at Tommy with an expression she didn't wear often. Fear.

Knowing how much pain she was in after her last failed relationship, all Tommy wanted to do was hug her. But he knew she wasn't much of a hugger, so instead he put a reassuring hand on her shoulder and giving her a calming smile. "I know this isn't what you want to hear right know, but not everyone you let in is going to let you down or leave. What happened two years ago was awful and I wish I could have stopped it from happening, but not everyone is Elvis. And yes I know him and I are still mates, but that doesn't mean I won't hesitate to punch him if it'll make you feel better. Now take a deep breath, down your drink and smile, because Steve is walking over her as we speak." Thinking Tommy was joking, she turned around and saw that he was right. Steve was on his way over. Wanting to panic, but knowing she couldn't, she did as Tommy said.

As she turned around to ask the bartender for another drink she saw Tommy almost running out of the bar, leaving her alone. Shit! She thought to herself before putting on a smile as Steve finally came up to her "Did I interrupt something?" he asked looking in the direction Tommy took off to. "No. He has other plans," she lied. Smiling at her, he sat down on the seat previously occupied by Tommy and ordered a beer.

After some meaningless conversation about how the day had been and if anything interesting had happened, Grace asked what she had been wanting to know since Steve sat down. "So I'm wondering and it's not that a guy can't go to a bar alone, but you're normally here with the rest of your team."

Steve laughed at her statement and took a sip of his beer. Even though he hadn't minded going out for a beer, Danny's intentions still made him a little uncomfortable. Not that he was one to get uncomfortable around women, except Grace, but he didn't really have a need to go on prowl just yet.

"Danny decided to bring me here and to be my wingman. I didn't really follow his plan or let him be much of wingman, so he left after a little while." He said feeling a little idiotic that he even came with Danny in the first place. He was also planning on giving him a speech on him just leaving without saying a word.

Not really sure why Steve would need a wingman, he was smart, kind, funny and extremely handsome, something every warm-blooded woman within a mile radius was sure to notice. He also had a girlfriend, who was very beautiful and nice. Grace had met her once, she was helping Five-0 with a case by using her military resources. "Not that I'm an expert, but doesn't needing a wingman usually apply to people who don't already have a girlfriend?" Grace knew she was probably putting her nose where it didn't belong, but she had learned a long time ago that she wasn't very good at filtering her thoughts around Steve.

Not really sure how to tell Grace that he and Catherine broke up two weeks ago due to the fact that they rarely saw each other, had never had or felt the need to talk about the seriousness of their relationship and because Steve had become quite distant in the past months. He hadn't told her it was because the only female that had been occupying his mind for the past months was Grace, he didn't feel it was necessary since him and Grace wasn't anything close to involved. In any way. Danny had given him a lecture about the fact that if Grace occupied his mind it wasn't because he only liked her as a friend and purely platonic reasons, but Steve had just brushed it off. Just because he thought Grace was extremely over average attractive in addition to being a warm, kind hearted and brilliant in and out of the office didn't mean he wanted a relationship with her.

"Catherine and I broke up a couple weeks ago. We rarely saw each other, so we decided it was for the best." He left out the part about it being mainly Catherine's idea, saying that she cared for him deeply but he was emotionally unavailable and in another headspace.

Even though she was sorry about him and Catherine breaking up she felt something that could only be described as butterflies in her stomach, but she ignored it. Not sure what to in a situation like this, she decided against saying something in case it would come out wrong or she would say something unfiltered and ordered another whiskey for herself and a beer for Steve. As they both grabbed for their drinks at the same time, their hands brushed against each other and they both felt warmth and sparks run up their arms and trough their bodies. Steve felt like the temperature was rising and had to take of the grey shirt he had over his t-shirt, and Grace felt like every nerve in her body was on high alert as her heart started pounding and she felt both hot and bothered.

Either of them had ever in their lives had this strong of a physical attraction to another person and felt the need to be close to that person at all times to not go completely insane. Uncertain about what she would say or do if she had anything more to drink when sitting so close to him that she could feel heat radiating of him, she did the only thing that came to mind. She stood up.

Before Grace got out of her seat Steve hadn't noticed what she was wearing. It wasn't what she'd been wearing earlier that day at the morgue, at least not completely. She was still wearing the same black pumps and nude tank top that clung to her skin, but the blouse that she'd worn over it was gone and the jeans she'd been wearing was replaced with a high-waisted, black skirt that stopped mid-thigh and showed of her perfectly placed curves. He managed not to stare for too long before looking up to meet her eyes. "Want to take a walk along the beach? It's getting a little crowded in here." She said. Without really giving him a chance to answer, she handed the bartender some cash and started walking down to the beach.

Steve quickly paid for his own drinks and followed after her. He caught up with her rather fast, since she'd stopped at the end of the patio to take her shoes of before stepping onto the sand.

They started walking in silence in direction of the parking lot, their arms brushing against each other every once in a while driving them both insane. "So Danny says you're a good surfer," she burst out in an attempt to take her mind of her urge to touch him. Glad that she said something to take his mind of the very apparent tension lingering between them, he looked down at her before answering. "I'm decent, not as good as Kono though." He answered while looking at her in admiration at how beautiful she looked in the moonlight.

"I don't think I've met anyone as good as Kono, she made me look like a complete amateur." Grace laughed remembering the times she had made the mistake of going surfing a former champion. Taken aback and amazed about the fact she surfed, the image of her in a bikini and wet suit entered his mind and his once steady heartbeat sped up quickly. "Maybe we can go together some time," Grace suggested and immediately regretting it as she realized that would mean seeing Steve shirtless, something she really didn't think she was ready for.

"Sure," Steve answered as the image of Grace in a bikini kept flashing in front of his eyes.

As they kept walking Grace felt herself being drawn toward Steve and she couldn't find the willpower or strength to fight it, so she gave in and very slowly closed the distance between them for each step they took. She didn't stop until their arms were constantly touching. She also felt the need to lace her fingers with him, but managed to stop herself.

The feeling of her skin against his again was pleasant and uncomfortable at the same time. He enjoyed being in close proximity to her, but he wasn't comfortable about the fact that he didn't feel like he had full control over his actions like he usually did. They sound of the ocean was calming and probably the only thing keeping him from doing something really stupid and inappropriate.

Realising that they would soon reach the parking lot and get in their cars and drive in opposite directions, Grace felt her heart drop a little and she stopped paying attention to where she was stepping causing her to step into a big hole that had been dug in the sand resulting in her losing her balance. She was about to hit the sand as Steve's muscular arm grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close to him before she fell. Feeling like a complete idiot for almost tripping over she hadn't realised that she was now in extreme proximity to Steve. His hand was around her waist holding her in place and their chests where pressed against each other, both of them breathing heavily by both the shock of her clumsiness and the realisation that their faces where inches away from each other.

Unable to fight her urge, Grace slowly looked up at Steve, her green eyes staring into his blue ones and a jolt of electricity ran through her body. She felt a weird tingling in her toes and fingertips as she realised she had never felt the need to kiss someone this much in her entire life. As she was about to go against her better judgement and all common sense a gentle breeze brushed past them causing goosebumps to form on her arms and the heat to die down long enough for her to snap out of her trance and take a step back from him.

Disappointed that she was no longer pressed up against him, Steve didn't say anything and continued walking toward the parking lot that was now a few feet away. Even though the breeze had cooled him down a little he still felt like he needed a cold shower before going to bed.

Finally, at their destination, Grace brushed sand of her feet and put her shoes back on. Noticing that their cars were parked right next to each other, they walked over to them and stopped at their respective cars. "Thank you for the drink and the conversation," Grace said. Trying her best to seem completely unaffected, but failing. "Yeah, you… uh… have a good night." Steve answered not really sure what to say without giving away the fact that if he was someone with just a fraction of the self-control he had, he wouldn't have been just let her leave.

They both turned around and walked toward their own cars, but Grace stopped before getting to the driver's seat door. She quickly turned around and unable to stop herself said Steve's name. He stopped the second he heard her voice and turned around a lot faster than he would have liked to. "Yeah?" he asked, thinking she was going to ask him something. Instead she started walking toward him at a fast pace and before he could blink she was standing right in front of him. Without any control over her actions Grace grabbed Steve by his t-shirt and pulled him to her. The second their lips touched it felt like fireworks went off and every sense of self-control went out the window for both of them.

Shocked by what just happened, it took Steve a second to respond to Grace's actions, but when her arms snaked around his waist to rest on his lower back he brought one of his hands to the back of her neck and the other to her cheek.

Completely in sync, the kiss was anything but innocent. Steve tugged slightly at her hair, making her bend her neck a little more, deepening the kiss. He traced his tongue along her lower lip and she opened her mouth to let him in. They fought over control for a few seconds until Grace finally let Steve win.

She linked her hands around his neck, trying to get as close to Ahim as possible and Steve hugged her by the waist wanting the exact same thing. Completely consumed by the passion, they didn't even think about the fact that they were in a parking lot where anyone would see them.

For every second that went by, their kiss became more and more desperate and without any control Grace let out an almost silent moan. Steve heard it and the need to be closer to her grew. As their tongues continued their dance he tugged at her tank top until the hem appeared from under her skirt. He slowly traced his hands under her top, dragging his slightly calloused hands over her silky smooth skin. The friction caused a shudder to run down her spine and she bunched her hands in the hair at the back of his neck in response.

Completely unable to stop, Grace pushed Steve up against the hood of his car. Her hands roamed his chest and his dropped down to her ass. As Grace was about to suggest they take this somewhere more private a car alarm went off causing her to practically jump away from Steve. As she looked at him, his tousled hair and creased shirt she suddenly realised what she'd just done.

It wasn't that she hadn't enjoyed it or that she didn't want to do it again, but she had to work with him and see him almost every day. And now that she knew what kissing him felt like, she would never be able to concentrate while in the same room as him.

Standing in front of him with her tank top bunched crumpled at her waist, her hair completely messed up and some red lipstick smudged, Steve thought she'd never been more attractive. He also realised that the only thing he would think about when in the same room as her was the feeling of her smooth skin and the moans she made.

Gathering up what little she had left of self-control, she took a deep breath and straightened her back. "I'll see you tomorrow," she said with a wicked smile and walked to her car, got in and drove away, leaving Steve longing for more and in need of not just one but two cold showers.

A/N: I am so very sorry for the long wait for another oneshot. My computer decided to die earlier this week and I didn't get it back before Saturday afternoon and then we got visitors so I didn't get to write much then. So now(when I am posting this), it is 1:45AM in Norway.

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