Again, a big thank you to everyone who reviewed! As I´m only repeating myself here I thought another chapter would be the best way to thank you. So here you go, part 2 of Finding out. Some more confessions, some opening up and some dropping the guards. I hope you enjoy it!

"Coming back home, back to Hawaii, felt weird. Surreal. But at the same time I knew I had to come here."

We were lying on the deck of the yacht, holding each other tightly, our bodies still entwined after a round of sweet, passionate love making that had left us both breathless. The moonlight was shining down on us and the yacht was slowly rolling on the waves. I felt the warm, soft blanket under me that Steve had grabbed when things heated up.

I knew that usually that were the moments when he was the most relaxed and willing to let me in. I didn´t say a word, waiting for him to continue.

"The house was empty without him. I know we cleaned it, you´ve spend your full leave on helping me cleaning it. But still I can see the blood spread on the floor. And sometimes it still smells like that." My fingers were wandering over his chest, just to assure him I was still there.

"I wish I could have talked to him before he died. Seen him." I pressed my lips to his skin. "It´s been just so much going on. My dad, Mary and my Mom´s accident. Sometimes I feel like I can´t take it anymore and I just want to run, as far and as fast as I can. Just to forget."

"Without my team I might even have done that. But they rely on me and honestly, I rely on them too." His voice was soft and thick with emotion. "I talked to Chin about my Dad. I guess I never realized how many happy memories I had, because I chose to be mad at him. But Chin made me realize that there are happy memories, I just hid them. It was good to share them with someone who knew my Dad as well."

"I´ve been mad at him for so long. And it was easy, he made it easy for me. Sometimes I think that´s why he hardly called, to keep me mad at him. He knew that would make it easier to deal with all this. He knew how dangerous his investigations were." My heart reached out to him and I pressed another kiss on his chest, just above his heart. I felt it beating under my lips, his skin tasting salty.

"Never felt so much hate inside." he whispered as if he was afraid to admit it. "I hate Wo Fat and Hesse and if I could I´d kill them, slowly, painfully and I´d love every second of it." I heard the turmoil in his voice and lifted my head up, looking at him, gently stroking his face.

"Steve, you´re not a bad person! You have every right to hate them, but I know you´d never overstep the line. You wouldn´t kill them just because of your thirst for revenge."

"I´m not sure anymore, Cat." He sounded so torn, so lost and my eyes started to tear up.

"Don´t loose yourself in this, Steve." I begged, afraid that it was already too late.

"There are moments when nothing else matters than catching them, Cat. I have nearly no life except this one mission. The moments with you... that are the only ones when I´m happy and ready to let go." His grip around my waist tightened. "You ground me, you know that?" I looked at him, meeting his eyes and seeing the emotions in them.

I felt his thumb brush over my cheek, catching my tears. Tears I cried for him. For the little boy inside that had lost so much. And for them man, that held me in his strong arms, when all he really wanted was to be held. I laid down on the soft blanket and slid my arm under his head, pulling him against me so his head was resting on my chest. I wrapped my arms around him tightly and flinched for a second, when he did the same but with much more force.

"When I first met you, I thought "Wow, what a hot guy." and then you saved me in that bar. We went for dinner and spend the night. I never thought I´d see you again. I actually woke up that morning wishing you´d be still there." I began, keeping my voice low and soft. I felt that it was time for me opening up and allowing him a glance inside me.

"I worry about you, every time I´m gone. I know you, you´re tendency to throw yourself into the line of fire without thinking. And I always wonder when I´m gonna get a call that you´re... that … that I lost you." I swallowed the sob that started to rise in my throat. "Or maybe you´d call me to tell me you met someone. Someone who´s available and who you can rely on." Damn, I wasn´t prepared for this getting a soul strip tease. I didn´t think about me having to reveal so much about my inside.

"Never." I heard his whisper and froze.

"What?"

"Never. There won´t be any other person I rely on like this. I trust you Cat, more than you know."

I shivered despite the warm Hawaiian night and his warmth around me.

"Better run, sailor." I murmured while I fought hard to keep the tears inside. "I´m about to fall for you, so if you´re not ready, better run fast." I said and felt his body shiver.

He didn´t run and he didn´t hide. He lifted his head, propped himself up on an elbow and looked at me.

"Too late, Sunshine. I´m already there."

And when he bend down and kissed me, the kiss was sweet and tender, but I could taste our tears in it.

When I woke up a few hours later, the sun was slowly dawning. I shivered, missing the warm, strong body by my side. I propped myself up on my elbows, searching the deck for him. He wasn´t there. I was just about to get up, when he appeared from the galley, two coffee mugs in his hands. I smiled, thankful that he remembered how much I loved my coffee in the morning. I was addicted to it. Well, not the coffee, but the nearly naked man carry them over to me. His smile bright and genuine. His eyes on me all the time. Yes, that was my addiction.

"Good morning, beautiful." he said and handed me a mug. I moaned appreciatively and took a careful sip of the hot, black liquid.

"Good Morning, sexy." My eyes wandered over his body, taking in every detail. His skin had a caramel tone. His muscles were strong, well defined and showing off nicely under his skin. The tattoos only added to this. His swim trunks sat low on his hips, revealing the muscles of his hips. His stomach was rippling and the hem of his trunks just sat low enough to fuel my fantasy. When my eyes moved back to his face, I saw the cocky grin on his lips.

"Like what you see?" he teased and I only smiled, leaning back against the pillows that he arranged our bed.

"You have no idea, sailor. You´re such a sight for sore eyes." I pulled the sheet up to my breast. I didn´t even know that he covered us during the night. Still looking at him standing in front of me, I smiled up at him, taking another sip. Our eyes never left each other and I slowly felt heat rising inside of me.

After a few more moments he moved closer and settled next to me, sliding under the sheet. Our legs touched and I leaned closer to him. I loved the feeling of his body next to mine, the strength and warmth emanating from him. We finished our coffee and settled into the pillows again, holding each other, watching sunrise, feeling completely content just staying like this.

"Cat?" his voice interrupted the silence.

"Hm?"

"I meant it last night." Without asking I knew what he was referring to.

"I know. Me too." I looked into his eyes, placing a tender kiss to his warm lips that opened up under mine. Slowly we kissed. It was so sweet and gentle that I nearly cried. When we broke the kiss, my hand was on his face, stroking the stubbles on his chin. "Well, maybe I wasn´t correct." I whispered, kissing him again. "I´ve been there for a long time already." I knew he got my words immediately, his sharp intake of breath gave him away.

His next kiss left me breathless, urging closer to him, when desire suddenly sparked inside me. He moved so that he was laying on the blanket and pulled me on top of him. My legs straddles his thighs and my curvy body was flush against his his hard muscles. His tongue played with mine, fighting for control, but I felt that his control was slowly slipping.

I heard his low moan, when I pushed my hips against his pelvis in a slow and seductive rhythm. Finally I broke the kiss, desperately willing air in my lungs. I watched his face, his eyes dark with desire. A muscle twitched in his jaw when he tried to fight for control.

His fingertips, teased my neck, my collar bone and the cleavage of my breasts, ever so softly. I drowned in the depth of his eyes. They were filled with tenderness, taking off the edge of his usual alertness. He allowed himself to just feel right now and I was thankful to be here with him.

"I´m glad I´m here with you. Right now." I whispered and I saw his lips turn up into one of these beautiful smiles that warm your heart and make your stomach flutter.

"Wouldn´t want anyone else with me." he murmured.

"Oh, I bet you say that to every woman you´re taking on a romantic boat trip." I teased, while I let one hand wander over his chest, enjoying how his muscles moved under my fingers. Drawing slow circles on his warm skin, I smiled at him, loving the way he licked his lips.

"Don´t know... I´ve never done that before. So I need you to help me here." he murmured and hissed, when my fingertips drew circles around his nipple.

"You wanna tell me you haven´t already planed your next move?" I teased his nipple for a moment longer, feeling him arch into my touch.

"I´m going by instinct here." he moaned.

"You´re doing a good job so far, sexy. Now, just lay back and relax." I ordered him gently and with another moan he did just that.

"Close your eyes." I whispered, pushing myself a little bit further down his thighs. He shot me one last heated glance and then closed his eyes and relaxed back in the pillows. For a second I just sat there and watched him, mesmerizing him, drinking in the beauty of the moment. Unlike him I had planed out my next move already and I would make sure he enjoyed every second.

I leaned down and kissed his lips, allowing him to reply just for a moment, before I moved my lips to his jaw. He hadn´t shaved and I knew my lips would be swollen later. Moving down his neck, my tongue teased every inch of his skin, leaving a wet trail and making him moan. He tilted his head to grant me better access and when I found that sensitive spot right under his ear, I heard him hiss. His hands were fisted into the blanket to keep himself from grabbing me. I accredited his effort by gently sucking his skin.

Ever so slowly I moved to his should, feeling the twitching of his muscles. I knew this would be hard for him, not being in control for once. And I appreciated it, that he gave in to me. For now. I bit down on his shoulder, not too hard but enough to make him growl. I knew though that it wasn´t because it hurt, but it sparked a flame deep inside him. Soothingly my tongue danced over the spot.

Another moan escaped him and I smiled against his skin. My tongue found the tattoo on his right arm and I couldn´t get enough of his taste. I took my time licking his skin before I moved back to his shoulder and further down.

"Cat..." he hissed. I didn´t listen to him but continued until my tongue found his nipple and teased it.

"Relax, sexy." I whispered when I felt him tense. Placing gentle kisses onto his skin without teasing him anymore, I waited until he relaxed before I started my assault again.

"This is torture!" he moaned and I giggled.

"Wanna make me stop?"

"No... I can handle that."

Really? Now that was a challenge. I was up to showing him how little he was able to handle it.

Licking his nipple, I slid down his thighs even further. I left a trail of wet kisses down his torso, cherishing his rippled stomach. My fingertips slid under the hem of his trunks and I felt him arch his hips.

"Not playing fair." he panted.

"Never said I would." I reminded him. I pushed my flat hands over his rips, his broad chest to his strong shoulders, giving them a playful knead before I slid them down to his stomach again. I pulled down his trunks a little bit and kissed every inch of his skin. He moaned and arched into me.

"Ready for the next move, sailor?" I asked, surprised that my own voice was husky too.

"Will you let me take over?" he asked with a growl.

"Not just yet, sorry."

I didn´t wait for another reply but slid his trunks down and free his erection that was strained painfully for so long.

"Cat!" his moan was full of desire and want and I planed on giving him what he needed. But first, I wanted to tease and play for a little longer. My fingertips found his hardness and gently moved over the whole length, feeling it pulse and throb. He gasped, his breath ragged now and his body shivering. I loved watching him, his eyes closed, his face showing pure lust.

I softly blew over his skin, teasing it and then I couldn´t resist but lick the tip of his erection.

"Don´t..." he started, but ended whatever it was he wanted to say in another loud hiss.

"What? Want me to stop?" I already knew the answer.

"No... don´t stop." he moaned and involuntarily his hips arched up, pressing himself against my lips. I smiled when I heard his frustrated moan, knowing that he was close, but not quiet there yet. The sweet torture was getting to him and he allowed his guards down, giving in to the pleasure.

"I promise you I won´t stop." With those words I bend down again and let my tongue dance over his hot skin. With each lick, each kiss, each gentle bite I tried to tell him how much he meant to me. How much I loved being here with him. How much I loved touching him. He responded by shivering and arching up against me, his hands suddenly buried in my hair without any pressure. He just held me as if he needed something to hold on to.

"Cat... please... " he whispered and I opened my eyes to look at him. I found him looking back at me, his eyes dark with want and need. I held his gaze and slowly engulfed him in my mouth, sliding down his length. He didn´t break eye contact, but I saw him biting his lip to keep himself from shouting.

"Feeling good, sexy?" I asked.

"Oh god... yes..." his moan made me close my hand around him and stroke him in a steady rhythm.

"Want me to stop?"

"No."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Tighter... harder..." he moaned and hissed when I obliged. His body surrendered already, giving in to the sweet torture. I did what he asked for, wrapping my hand around him tighter and letting my own desire take over. My movements were still sensuous but my lust was eminent. I gasped when he gasped. I pushed down when he pushed up. I moaned when he hissed.

"God..." he gasped when my thumb brushed over his sensitive tip, adding another wave of pleasure.

Without warning I closed my lips around him again and followed the movement of my fingers.

"Fuck!" he shouted. I loved when he lost control. "Please... Baby... more!" he urged me and I obliged again. His hands guided me, and even though I was in control, he showed me how to use it for the most pleasure. I increased my movements again, listening to his ragged breath and his silent curses that told me just how close he was. I wouldn´t stop, not this time. I wouldn´t allow him to back off this time.

"Cat... God... don´t..." Not able to speak he gave up, pushed my head down a bit more and I knew I got him. My other hand caressed his chest while I closed my eyes, letting his voice guide me. It didn´t take long before I felt him twitch. His hands in my hair made a futile attempt to pull my head away, but I warningly scraped my teeth over his shaft, just to show him that I was not going to let him go just yet.

And only seconds later he came undone, shouting my name in a dark, throaty voice that made me tingle inside. His hips pushed up and his body went rigid. I slowed down my movement but didn´t stop until he stopped shivering. With a proud smile I pressed a last kiss to the sensitive tip of his shaft, hearing him hiss before I pushed myself up. Our eyes met.

"Damn Cat...!"

"You´re amazing." I whispered and kissed his chest, feeling his heart beating furiously. His hands framed my face and he pulled me up, kissing me hard. When we broke apart, we were both panting.

"Payback!" he smirked at me and in a smooth movement turned us so that he was on top, towering over me, resting between my thighs.