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A/N: I'm really grateful for the reviews, alerts, and favorites. I hope you enjoy the rest of the story. Just a heads up, this is not going to be that long, just about three more chapters. Special thanks to Diana (cm757), without whom you probably wouldn't be seeing this chapter before next week.
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He pulls up at her house, turns the engine off. She turns to smile at him politely, thanks him for the ride and gets out. She's only taken a couple more steps when she hears a car door close, the sound of the alarm. She keeps walking, looking for her keys. She gets to the door and Steve is right behind her. He stands next to her, staring.
She finds her keys, turns to look at him.
"Can I help you with something?"
He just smiles. She clutches her keys nervously.
"Boss?" She asks impatiently. Yeah, man. Her boss. That hit any nerve, make him uneasy about this at all?
"You can call me Steve, Kono." He says, still smiling. Still staring. So, apparently, the only person who cares this is inappropriate is Kono.
"Look, it's getting late…" She trails off, praying he'll take the hint. No such luck. She looks down at her hands, holding the keys so tight it hurts.
"You're not coming in." She says sharply, looking back at him. No reaction.
Fine. Whatever. She unlocks her door, shoves her way in and—he's right behind her, closing the door after him, then locking it. She looks around, trying to process, looking for a distraction. "How's Catherine?" She asks, folding her hands over her chest. Yes, Steve. How's your girlfriend? As in, do you remember you have one?
"We broke up." He says simply, walking towards her. Great, that's just great. Fucking fantastic. He backs her to the wall, starts to lean down.
"This is not a good idea." She says, and then he's kissing her.
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Sex with Steve is pretty much how she'd thought it would be; frantic and rough and scary intense.
He tears at her clothes-she barely manages to get his shirt off before he lifts her off the ground, shoves her back against the wall and thrusts inside her sharply. Her head falls back, knocking against a frame, hands clutching tightly at his shoulders. She makes a sound she doesn't recognize, half pain and half—He starts moving and it's almost too much. She bites down her lip to keep the screams in, but his hand moves to her thigh, getting a better angle so he's deeper, and he picks up the pace. She cries out loudly, her whole body trembling with the force he's using, nails scratching helplessly down his back, and he doesn't slow down. The frame gets knocked to the floor, glass shattering, and she doesn't even care as long as he—fuck, fuck, fuck—God it's so good. So fucking good. Oh, god yes, please.
He tangles a hand in her hair, brings her mouth to his and tries to shut her up because the neighbors will think she's being murdered and who the fuck even cares. He kisses her like he has every right to, no easing in to it or waiting for permission, just taking and taking and taking.
When she comes it's so incredible she feels like she might pass out.
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He stays over, sleeps with her on her bed, and wakes her up too early for another round. He pins her wrists to the mattress, finds an angle that makes her breath catch every time, goes slow. Over and over and over. He stops every time her eyes fall shut, waits until she looks at him again. She fights against his hold in frustration, begs for it, but he takes his time, kissing and biting her neck, her collarbone, leaving marks. After she finally comes, she turns her face away, closing her eyes. She's so sensitive she can barely handle his last few thrusts.
He brings a change of clothes from his truck, showers at her place, then drives them to work. He's in a great mood, relaxed, smiling. It's infectious. They make small talk and make fun of Danny and it's not awkward at all.
When they get to the office he tells her he's driving her home again today.
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At noon, Kono's on hold with a phone company, trying to get them to hand over their victim's call history when Steve and Danny get back from the interviews with the family.
She looks up, apparently catching Danny mid-rant, and rolls her eyes in amusement.
"I just want to know what the monumental event that caused this apparent good mood is, strictly for humanitarian purposes. I mean, you're less likely to shoot people today than you were yesterday, so if we make sure this wasn't some once every two years thing, I think—"
"I will literally pay you money to stop talking." Steve interrupts, but he sounds amused. He looks at Kono and smiles.
"How's it going? Did you get anything?"
"Nothing fishy about the bank records. I'm on hold with the phone company right now."
Steve nods and smiles again, as if he can't help it. Cute.
"Fishy? What, is this a Godfather movie? I didn't even know people used that word anymore." And Danny's off again.
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They spend most of the weekend in bed, at her place, seeing as Danny has the unfortunate habit of just showing up at Steve's at random, not bothering to knock. Steve makes breakfast, which they largely ignore.
They're lying there, panting, pretty much exhausted when someone's phone rings. No one moves to get it.
"It's yours." Steve says in a definitive tone, as if by wishing he can make it so.
"I'm pretty sure it's yours, Boss." Kono laughs, stretching lazily. The phone keeps ringing and Steve groans, fumbles on the nightstand to get it.
"What?" he snaps, sounding put out. Kono can actually hear Danny on the other end freaking out.
"Is that how you answer your phone now? Where are you, I called you like a million times! You don't pick up, so I go by your house, and guess what, you're not there! What could you be doing in—you're getting laid, aren't you? Unbelievable! What are you, sixteen? It's the middle of the day!"
Kono tries not to laugh as Steve rubs his temples like he feels a migraine coming on. When he finally hangs up, she looks at him and smiles widely.
"Was that your wife?"
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"Oh my god, that is so hot." Meghan laughs breathlessly. Kono looks up from her drink to see her friend holding what looks suspiciously like her phone. Hold on. Yep. That is her phone.
"Meghan. Is that my phone?" Kono asks astutely, because she's a cop and she notices things like that. Hey. It's a talent.
Meghan does not look up from Kono's phone. Meghan sort of looks like she might want to make out with Kono's phone. Ew.
"Who is sending you these texts?" She asks, sounding both jealous and proud.
Kono leans over the table, snapping out of her absolute mortification, and grabs the phone from Meghan's hands. Then she sees the text Meghan was reading and she's absolutely mortified all over again. And also really turned on.
Oh my god, Steve, you have the worst timing.
"Kono!" Meghan half shouts, undeterred. "Please tell me you're having lots of dirty sex with the guy sending these, because if you're not there is something tragically wrong with you."
Kono blushes, because she is in fact having lots of dirty sex with the guy, but the people in the next table probably didn't need to hear about it.
"Can we please pretend this didn't happen?" She laughs, embarrassed. Meghan smiles widely, delighted.
"Oh, you so are. Go Kono!"
Yeah. This is all Steve's fault and he will totally hear all about it. In fact, you know what? She should go over there right now, just to make sure she doesn't forget about it after a few drinks.
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