CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Title: "Salvation: Forever and Always: Elusive Dreams – PART III"
Author: Michelle Heath
Rating: MA for adult situations and language
Summary: Story #9 in the Salvation series. The bonds of family bring the Five-0 ohana even closer.
Disclaimer: I so do not own Hawaii Five-0; unfortunately! All original characters are the property of the author!
Date Written: November 22, 2012
(Steve's words send another shiver of desire coursing through Sam and she is sorely tempted to maneuver herself around in the tub so that she is facing her very sexy husband and speed things along, but . . . She knows that Steve McGarrett cannot be rushed so she decides to finish her wine and wait. She doesn't have to wait long. As soon as Sam drinks the last of the wine in her glass, Steve takes it out of her hand and sits both glasses on the floor next to the wine bottle. His hands immediately move to her shoulders and proceed to firmly knead the muscles there and his touch causes Sam's desire to ramp up several notches and she has to bite her lip to keep from rushing things. Steve knows exactly what he's doing to Sam and he has no intention of getting in a hurry. Allowing his hands to slowly slide down her upper arms, Steve gently nips and then licks the sensitive skin where her shoulder and neck meet and Sam nearly jumps. Her hands fly out and grab the front rim of the tub and she gasps loudly before speaking through gritted teeth.)
"Steve!"
"Yeah, Sam?"
"What are you doing?"
"Seducing you, Sam."
"How long do you plan on keeping this up?"
"What's the rush, Sam?"
"Are you kidding me?"
"What? You don't like what I'm doing?"
"Steve!"
"Yeah, okay, Sam. You win."
(And so saying, Steve hits the button to stop the jets on the tub, stands up, and sweeps Sam up into his arms all in one smooth motion. Effortlessly, he steps out of the tub and carries her into their bedroom where he lays her on top of the two, large bath towels on top of the bed. Sam nearly screams in frustration when Steve shoots her a sexy, little grin and walks away, but he's back in an instant and holding a bottle of Sam's favorite lotion in his hands. Pouring some into his hand, Steve picks up one of Sam's feet and begins to slowly massage the lotion into her skin. By the time he has rubbed the lotion into every inch of her skin, Sam has reached the point of no return, and she grabs him and pulls his head down to fuse his mouth to hers. Steve is more than happy to cooperate and slides inside of her welcoming warmth as his arms go around her and hers wrap around him. He finds that, somewhat surprisingly, he's just as desperate as Sam is and it isn't long before they both find their release. Steve shifts off of her and pulls her close while dropping soft, sweet kisses all over her face, and Sam is a boneless mass of contentment.)
"I absolutely love your surprises, Steve; you're completely amazing."
"Glad you liked it, Sam, but I'm still not done."
"Oh. My. God. You're killing me, Steve!"
"Sam, I'm not sure you're going to like this next part."
"Well, that doesn't sound good."
"You wanted to talk, Sam; it's time."
"Okay, let's talk. Steve, I know you and my parents think I have a problem, but I swear to you I don't. The last couple of months have been really hard, on all of us, and talking about what happened when my biological parents died triggered the nightmares. I got it out of my system; I'm fine. Why won't all of you believe that?"
"Because you're not yourself, Sam. One minute you're fine and the next. . . Baby, you're going from one end of the emotional spectrum to the other in a matter of minutes, and I'm not talking about small changes; I'm talking about pretty damned big ones. Your folks and I are worried about you, Sweetheart. All we're asking you to do is talk to Capt. Stewart. Do it, Sam, please."
(Steve holds his breath as he feels his wife physically tense in his arms and the he prays that he hasn't just created a rift between them that they won't be able to overcome. Finally, Sam expels a heavy sigh and turns so that she can look directly into her husband's eyes.)
"All right, Steve. I'll call his office as soon as I get to the base in the morning and make arrangements to talk with him, but . . . If Capt. Stewart says there's nothing for you to worry about, which he will because there is nothing wrong, you guys stand down."
"Agreed, and Sam? . . Thank you, Beautiful."
"You're welcome, Sailor."
(And it's then that Steve knows he is forgiven because Sam never calls him "Sailor" when she's put out with him. Bending his head to claim her mouth with his, Steve deftly shifts so that he is covering her body and makes love to her again but very slowly and sweetly this time . . .
Following Sam from their house the following morning, he hits the speed dial for his father-in-law as soon as Sam makes the turn to head for the base and he heads toward the Palace. Mike answers on the second ring.)
"Morning, Steve. Everything all right?"
"Yeah, Mike, it is. I got Sam to agree to talk to Capt. Stewart. She's going to call his office as soon as she gets to the base this morning."
"That's . . Good, Son. How'd you get her to agree to talk to him?"
"Sorry, Mike, that's classified."
"Understood. I'm just glad she's going to talk to him."
"Yeah, me, too. One thing, though. . If he says nothing's wrong, I told her we'd stand down."
"Okay, then. Let me know how it goes."