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by AvalonReeseFanFics

Rated M - (Updates Wed) - When Rowan Pierce dropped into Steve's lap (literally) he didn't know what to make of her. Was she an angel, a psychic or a crazed fangirl from another dimension? Doesn't matter, she's Steve's responsibility now and now that's she's a permanent feature in his life she's either going to drive him crazy or save the day.

123. Chapter 123

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AvalonReeseFanfics

A/N: Happy Monday everyone. So here is the first chapter of Filler chapters. I wrote out nice easy, fluffy chapters to make up for all the drama that's coming up, because, let's be honest the first 8 episodes of season 5 are CRAZY with the drama. So this chapter is going to include a smut scene at the very end. I have put up a bolded warning before you get to it, so if you don't want to read the smut just skip on past it, okay? I worked really hard on this scene… so I hope you guys agree that it's very… steamy! I'm trying to not overpower you guys with smut, I mean obviously I could write a smutty section per chapter, but are you guys okay with the frequency in which we get smut scenes? Or do you want more? Let me know when you review and I'll see you guys on Wednesday!

Chapter 123

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Rowan woke up to Steve hovering over top of her. Not fully but off to the side, his eyes, just watching her, a glow in the morning light. He did that a lot lately. Ever since Wo Fat got out of jail, Steve just kept staring at her, like he didn't know her. Usually he did it while she was asleep, so she'd wake up to him propped up beside her, staring down at her.

It was starting to get creepy.

Rowan had been ignoring it because she knew what talk he wanted to have but she knew she couldn't put it off anymore. This had gone on for too long.

So she rolled over and onto her side, murmuring sleepy and whispered a nice good-morning to him. He answered her by kissing her, he always did. He'd kiss her with this sense of urgency, like he thought if he didn't she'd vanish, like it was the only thing keeping her there. Of course Rowan loved kissing Steve, but she needed to know what was going on in his head or they were never going to get past this.

"Okay, baby, what's wrong?" she asked pushing away from him. Steve sighed, after staring at her with those wounded baby blues he bowed his forehead to hers seemingly distraught.

"I don't want to fight today."

"I don't want to fight either, but you keep staring at me, and I'm starting to get worried that you're mad at me… or trying to break up with me… so I think we need to talk… calmly and rationally," she whispered. "We can do that right?"

"You think I'm trying to… are you out of your… no Rowan. I'm not trying to break up with you, it's just… ugh," he said and then sighed deeply in that way that told her he was both frustrated and nervous. He threw himself down the bed, laying on his back as he stared up at the ceiling. "I'm worried, Ro, I'm worried about what he's going to do. He's threatened us both…"

"Whoa, whoa? You think he's threatened me?" she asked, sliding so her body was against the length of him, a hand on that amazingly chiseled and muscular chest of his. She loved the feel of him beneath her fingertips, loved brushing against his chest hair simply cause it would make him shiver in that delectable way she liked so much.

"Now we're even? Come on, Ro," he said and Rowan just frowned again.

"So what, just cause he doesn't owe me for shooting me anymore that automatically means he's done with me?"

"Yes, Rowan, that's exactly what I think. Have you heard from him since we got Samantha back?"

Rowan avoided his eyes. He knew she hadn't. "No," she answered glumly.

"Then yes, yes, Rowan, I think that he's threatening me and god, honestly I don't even know what's going on with you and him, but I think your alliance is over at the very least."

But Rowan didn't want to think that. Wo Fat was attached to her, or at least she felt like she knew he was. He called her his sister, even on legal paperwork, he seemed very interested in her life and her love life. He was always so desperate to save her from herself, from Steve, and whatever other bullshit she got herself stuck in. She didn't want to think he faked all of that just to keep tabs on Steve, or just because he felt obligated to do so.

"I have a question… something that's been bothering me," Steve admitted and Rowan, who hand been watching the way the tattoos along his hips moved when he breathed, looked back up to him.

"Yeah?"

"Why did you lie to me? You said you didn't know where he was, you swore to me. I told you I'd never trust you again, and you did it anyway. You still lied to me… because you knew, you knew he was already on the island."

"No, I didn't," Rowan said quickly. "I didn't, I really didn't know."

"Then how did you know to send him after Ian Wright?" he asked. "I mean, he went all the way to save Samantha at your request, you had to know he was on the island otherwise you wouldn't have asked him to go."

"But I didn't ask him to go," Rowan said. "Honest. All I did was tell him the situation. I told him that I needed Wright tailed and… uh… terminated, and that I needed the girl rescued. He said he'd get people on it. That, to me, made me think that he wasn't in town. I had no idea he was here until Samantha described who saved her."

"How was he going to get people on it if the app was down?"

"Just cause my app was down doesn't mean he didn't have access to his contacts. It was me that was out of the loop and unprotected, not him."

She took that time to lie back down. Steve was silent a moment before rolling back over and propping himself up beside her on bended elbow. He stared down at her, his worry seemingly soothed.

"And he told you to stick with me," Steve whispered with a proud tilt to his chin. Oh her handsome McGarrett with the stubble along his chin and jawline, with those marks she left on his collar bones, the only place he let her leave them, his blue eyes sparkling like clear blue pools of inviting ocean water. He was so proud that his nemesis thought of him to protect her.

"Yes, he did."

"Is there… is there a chance that maybe, maybe he's gone radio silent cause he's getting ready for something?"

"Like what?"

"Like a major move against me, or an attempt to get you off the island and away from me?"

He offered that last theory with lowered eyes and Rowan blinked her eyes, finally realizing what it was that had him up and staring at her. He was afraid she was going to vanish on him. She angled herself so she was directly under him, her hands splaying across his chest to feel his heartbeat running wild under her finger tips. She was both relieved and surprised to find out that the main thing Steve seemed to be worried about was Wo Fat taking her away.

"Babe… where did you… I mean… why would you think that? You think I'd just run off with him… after everything I went through just to get us here?" she asked, and he scowled, his eyes still avoiding hers.

"No… it's just…"

"Just what?"

"He said he would," Steve whispered. "He said… actually both of you have mentioned that he has people in place to take you away that… he should have done it even before I fucked up with the casual thing with Catherine. And I just… I unno. If he's looking to hurt me… the easiest way to do it would be to do something to you."

Fucking hell. The Captain America Contingency, Wo Fat must have gone into more detail about it or threatened to activate it, because all she had done was briefly alluded to it. It was a backup plan if Steve ever got too controlling again. To extract her out of the situation in a way that Steve wouldn't be able to trace. Wo Fat shouldn't have been talking about it, no matter how vague the reference, let alone threatening Steve with it.

"Look… that thing he's talking about. The people in place. It's a safety measure. A simple safety measure that I have to activate. Okay?"

"Wait… hold on… you really do have a safety measure that involves people coming in and taking you off the island?"

"It's a getaway thing. You know, like with Kono and Adam? And how your mom got them on that freighter to China? It's like that. But only I can activate it. I need to be in enough trouble to use it," she whispered. That was a good lie, right? That made sense.

Steve semi relaxed, he nodded taking that in and the two lapsed into silence.

"I honestly don't know what he's doing," Rowan said to him. "But I know he just wants to know where his dad is. So… you know… maybe… maybe we can fix this without duking it out?"

"And how would you suggest we do that?"

"Find out where his dad's being held, Steve. If I can get him a location, we don't have to worry about you and him coming to blows, because he'll have what he wants."

Steve thought this over. It was a fair deal. It led to both parties leaving satisfied. Rowan thought she came up with a really great compromise.

"I'll do my best okay?" he whispered and Rowan smiled. Rewarding him with a big kiss. But just like always that big kiss turned into something more heated, where their limbs got entangled and he showered upon her nothing but pleasure and sensual liquid fire kisses all over her body while she dug her nails into the spots that arched his back and took generous nips at the skin of his shoulder. Where their sounds blended together making a different kind of music that she could only create with him until they were nothing but sweaty panting messes screaming each other's names.

It was the glorious, quiet after, when they'd lie, Steve half draped over her that Rowan would like best. Rowan would trace patterns into his shoulders and down to his lower back while his breathing leveled and Steve would doze, an arm languidly resting across her waist, his body half on hers. She would press kisses to his slick forehead and he'd respond with light sleepy kisses of his own to whatever skin of hers he could find or murmurs of approval.

It was at times like those that Rowan knew she'd do anything to keep Steve by her side. Because with each passing day her heart belonged a little bit more to that man and she was certain, that sooner or later she'd lose herself to him. Fully, completely and gladly.

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Danny was not impressed to wake up in the morning to Steve rapping on his door a mile a minute. It was a good thing Steve didn't have a key to his place, cause he was certain Steve would have been rapping on his forehead to wake him up if he had a key.

Danny opened the door, fixed the shirt he had hastily put on and stared up at Steve who was staring at him with that worried I fucked up look on his face.

"Whatever the hell you did with Rowan, it's too early for me to try and fix it. Come back later," he said trying to shut the door but Steve wouldn't let him.

"Why do you always think I'm here because I had an argument with Rowan?" Steve asked.

"Because that's the only thing you ever need advice about."

"That's not true," Steve snapped sweeping him aside and coming into the house. Danny shook his head. It wasn't like he had invited him in.

"You telling me you're here at this ungodly hour because you and Rowan didn't have an argument?"

"Ungodly hour…. Danny it's nine in the morning," Steve cried pointing to the glaring green numbers on the stove.

"It's nine am on my day off, Steven," he snapped. "Why are you waking me up, at nine am, on the only day I can sleep in because I'm off from work and Grace is back with her mother?"

"Because I need your help," he admitted and Danny groaned, oh here we go. "We did not have an argument!"

"Then what? What do you need help with?"

"A date."

"Flattered, but I have plans tonight."

"Oh, ha ha, I want to take Rowan on a nice romantic date and I need help. You're constantly going on about how I'm not romantic and you are so can you help me or not?"

Danny cocked an eyebrow at Steve in surprise. "Oh really? I thought that you didn't need help in that department."

"Well I thought so, but apparently I can only take her to the blow hole so many times," he said. Danny couldn't help but laugh at Steve who looked so distraught to have to admit that. "She getting tired of hooking up in the back of her car ten feet from a naturally occurring spewing water feature every five to ten minutes?"

"Can you help me out or not?"

Danny sighed. "Alright, so what kind of night are you looking at?"

"Okay, prepared to be wowed. You know that Le Cirque reservation I gave up to go to Afghanistan? Well I got it back. But I need something… else…"

Le Cirque, the hottest joint in town. Also the most expensive. It was hard enough to get one reservation, the fact that he bailed on one res and got another was nothing short of miraculous. Danny instinctively wondered if Steve could help him get one for him and Amber.

"Okay, so uh… take her skating."

"I can't skate."

"You can't…" "—Shut up, just give me something else to do that won't make me look stupid."

Danny blinked his eyes at his friend. Steve was so worried about this that Danny was actually quite surprised. Steve put up this whole front of being this player, of this suave, debonair guy. And while girls tended to trip over themselves when they saw him strutting around with his thigh hostlers, cargo pants and tight-fitting shirts that he was always taking off, Rowan wasn't one of those girls… anymore. It made him happy to see that Rowan derailed that cool guy Danny was so used to seeing.

Danny's look must have added to the pressure because Steve sighed. "I… I mean… we didn't really have an argument, we… talked, about… him and the things that happened. And we clarified things, and I sort of felt better afterwards but… I mean… I can't keep thinking about myself. I want her to know she's special… that I'm trying to… trying to think of her too and you know, she joked last week that I always take her to Halona when I'm trying to be romantic so I mean…"

Danny put a hand to his friend's shoulder. "Everyone's moves get stale from time to time and to be fair you haven't ever done steady dating where your girl makes you do date night once a week. But don't worry, me and you… we're going to think up something amazing."

Steve nodded and he pulled Danny in for a bro hug. "Thank god, man, cause I've been wracking my brain for three days and I can't come up with anything good enough. I thought I might have been stuck because we were at odds… kind of… "

"Yeah, well… if we get really stuck I can call Chin… oh and Kono, Kono and Rowan got this girl thing going on between them, always talking about clothes and shoes and other things," Danny told him and Steve seemed visibly relieved.

"How long do we have?"

"Uh, she's off at the Grover's for a thank you tea, I think, she comes back around noon but I think she has to go into the office… or into work…"

"Work? Where she working now?"

"Retail at a clothing boutique on the boardwalk," Steve answered. Danny narrowed his eyes at him, Rowan was still bouncing from job to job despite her making money with her songs? How much did a songwriter even make? Not enough apparently.

"Okay, well figure it out and we'll go from there okay?"

Steve nodded and Danny thought about it. "And we're gonna need to figure out some things. I'll make a list, you tell me what you know and if you don't know I'll ask Kono. Girls a walking Rowan encyclopedia."

Danny had this. He was so going to get Steve laid.

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Rowan sipped patiently at her tea as Renee Grover settled herself down on the couch across from her. She had agreed to this because Lou had asked her to but she had been nervous about it. She knew that part of Samantha's issues with the situation she had been in was because Wo Fat had killed someone in front of her, she kept having nightmares about the whole ordeal. So far all they had done was exchange in pleasantries and discuss how Rowan took her tea compared to the way Renee did, Rowan liked more sugar than milk, Renee preferred more milk than sugar. Rowan was just waiting for the woman to tell her how mad she was that she put her daughter in a situation where she had to witness a death. It was inevitable after all, and Rowan already had her apology speech ready to go.

"I asked you here so I could talk to you about what you did," Renee told her and Rowan nodded, she knew that already, just like she knew what was coming next.

"I just want to say thank you. Thank you so much for what you did," Renee said, taking Rowan's hand. "Thank you for saving my daughter. Thank you."

Was that? She wasn't mad? She wasn't angry that her daughter was having nightmares because the man that went to save her from Ian killed Ian in front of Samantha? A man Rowan had sent with the express order to kill Ian.

"Oh… uh… you're welcome?" Rowan whispered not sure what was happening but willing to accept it for however long it lasted.

"You sound surprised."

"Well… I mean… Grov… Lou, sorry, Lou mentioned that she was having nightmares and I mean… that's kind of my fault… you know… I did order the hit… I forgot to specify that he not do it in front of Samantha. I was just so… pissed off about the whole situation…"

Renee held her hand a little tighter. "That bastard deserved what he got," she growled. "If it wasn't you it would have been Lou, you did what everyone else was afraid to. And for that I'm grateful. Very, very grateful."

Rowan found herself genuinely smiling. And Renee continued. "Lou said… Lou said that you've done stuff like this before. That it was you and not McGarrett… you got that nasty reporter off his back, that you helped with Ian the first time, and… this is going to sound crazy… but ever since you showed up it's like we've had this light shining down on us. Like you're some guardian angel or something."

"Oh I am definitely no angel," Rowan scoffed. "Look… I just want to help people, that's all. And I… I'm not about doing whatever I have to… you know… to get it done."

"Well, I'm just very thankful that you've gone to bat for my husband the way you have, not very many people would, you know?"

"Lou is a great guy. And he's family, officially now, so… you know… I'm probably gonna be doing a lot more of this stuff," Rowan admitted.

Renee smiled warmly finally letting go of her hand and sitting back. She picked up her own mug and smiled. "Not going to lie, I feel much better about him joining Five-0 knowing that you're going to be looking out for them."

Rowan tried to smile warmly back, she tried not to feel her phone burning hot in her pocket, a reminder that she hadn't heard from Wo Fat since he had dropped Samantha off at the precinct of her choice with his cryptic messages.

"I do what I can," she whispered.

"So, tell me about your psychic visions. Lou swears you're never wrong."

Rowan stifled her groan. She was really going to have to brief the two of them on her situation cause this was starting to get super-duper annoying.

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When Rowan came in, she hadn't noticed him. Standing there all prim and proper in the navy-blue suit of his that she liked so much, with flowers in hand. She threw her keys in the bowl and when she finally turned the whole way, she spotted him.

She stopped, surprised looking him up and down. "Oh! Uh... what…"

"I'm cordially inviting you out for a romantic night on the town," he said and then thrust the flowers out towards her. "And I bought your favourite flowers."

Rowan stepped forward to accept them, a soft smile on her face. "Black Dragon Roses," she whispered. She hadn't told Steve these were her favourites, she had told him regular white roses were, because Black Dragon Roses, while stunning and very much her favourite, were hard to find and very expensive. "How did you know?"

"Kono." He answered quickly. "Uh… how quickly can you get ready?"

"Uh… to match you?"

"I laid out a few outfits I thought you'd like. I didn't pick them Kono did."

"Ohh love it, thank you. Yes, give me… uh… thirty minutes I should be ready."

Rowan rushed off to get dressed, handing him back the flowers and asking him to put them in water. He did so, putting them in the one vase he had in the house and then displaying them on the kitchen island where she would see them tomorrow. Part of his plan included the tomorrow portion of the morning which was breakfast together, hopefully made by him but Rowan had a tendency to wake up before him in that matter. He was completely prepared to forgo his morning swim if it meant that he'd be making breakfast for his lady.

Steve sat down, and waited patiently, listening to the sounds of Rowan up on the second floor. He was purposely staying downstairs because he had a habit of grabbing Rowan when she was getting ready and ravishing her and they didn't have time for that today. He had a firm schedule to stick to, none of this winging it like he had been doing the last couple of weeks.

And if he screwed up, it wasn't just Danny that would kill him, if Kono didn't get him, so would Adam for ruining his own day with Kono when Steve interrupted it by asking for help with this, cause she had dropped him immediately to help out. Though really, if he fucked this up, they wouldn't have to bother cause Steve would just end it himself.

True to her word, Rowan came down the stairs after thirty minutes, in that navy blue crystal dress he had hoped beyond hoped that she would pick. God he loved that dress on her, and tonight, he'd be taking a picture of them together in that dress so the photo he had of it was no longer one of Rowan and Wo Fat together.

He escorted her to her purple car, knowing that he'd have to be the one to drive as she couldn't in heels. He opened the passenger side door for her, to let her in before taking his place in the driver's seat.

"So where are we going?"

"It's a surprise," he whispered and her smile faltered a little bit.

"You're not winging it again are you?" she asked with narrowed eyes of suspicion.

"Nope, I have a carefully crafted schedule for us to follow, I promise, it's just… the element of surprise is part of the atmosphere of the whole date," he told her which had her grinning again.

"Oh, sounds like you've really thought this through," she said with a teasing grin on her face. Steve had to forcibly remind himself to look at the road before he crashed her car. That would put a real damper on this date. "You're spoiling me."

"I don't think I spoil you enough," he whispered softly. Because he was still worried that if she actually rationally thought about everything, she'd realize that all they really had was phenomenal sex, and nothing else in common and that he wasn't worth the hassle he constantly put her through.

"Well we can agree to disagree," she said lounging back. The window was open and the breeze was flowing through but she hadn't done anything fancy with her hair that night, just a simple half up, half down in an even simpler twist to keep it that way. She had gone for a softer more natural look, but that eyeliner had her eyes popping.

In that moment Steve thought her to be the loveliest thing on Hawaii.

He parked the car and Rowan looked up at their first destination. She turned back to Steve with unimpressed eyes. "A bookstore?"

God she sounded so disappointed. This was supposed to be amazing, she was supposed to be excited. Danny and Kono had let him down.

"You love books," he answered in a soft voice and Rowan's disappointment relented.

"Okay, yes, I do. I love books. But why am I dressed up so nicely for a bookstore, Steven?" she asked.

Oh thank god, that was the only problem. He could deal with that. "The fancy dress is for after," he explained with a smirk as he swung out of the car and shut the door. He jogged over to the passenger side to open the door for her, and then helped her out. It was important that she got all the gentlemanly treatment he could give her, that too was part of tonight's experience.

Her smile was pretty and glittering as she put her hand in his and let him shut the door for her.

"Okay, good, cause I didn't want to stick out in this bookstore for nothing," she said.

They walked arm in arm, he held the door open for her and ushered her in. As soon as the door closed behind them, and the surprised eyes of the cashiers and patrons were off of them, Rowan turned to him with a patient smile even though she was clearly uncomfortable with all the attention they were getting.

"So what are we here to pick up?"

"Well, here's the thing. You really like to curl up and read on rainy days, or at night, and I always end up flicking on the TV and you get distracted and I know you haven't complained but I can tell it bugs you… and you told Kono it bugs you…" "God, I told her that in confidence, I'm going to kill her…" "Not the point, not her fault I kind of made her tell me. The point is. I want you, to go through the whole store. And I want you to pick up any book that you want, and any book that you think I'll like so we can read together."

Rowan turned to him shock on her face. But it was a pleasant sort of shock like she didn't believe this was happening.

"Wait… really?" she asked.

"Yeah. Really."

"Like, really, really, like… any book? Plus one for you?"

"Yes, Rowan. So, we can read together. I mean you'll watch football with me and you hate football at the very least I could read with you every now and then."

The way her eyes lit up, took his breath away. He wasn't sure how she did it, but she had just become the loveliest thing on the planet.

"Okay… uh… okay…" she said suddenly pivoting around the store her eyes as wide as saucers in her excitement. "Is there uh… is there a genre you want me to pick from?"

"Uhm…. Well… anything really, but uhm… action would be nice. Maybe… an army story?"

"How about a romance? There are a lot of Navy or soldier in romance novels."

"Babe," Steve said, taking her hands and forcing her to look at him. "Babe, I believe in you. You know me, you know what I like, you know books, you're gonna pick me out something great, I just know it."

Rowan's smile widened so far he thought it might fall off her face, she started bouncing her eyes excitedly scanning the shelves. So when he let her go she took off, and he trailed after her happy to watch her go.

Phase one was a complete success, hopefully nothing went wrong for phase two.

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It had taken almost a whole hour but Rowan had finally narrowed down the books for him to purchase and gave him the final pick. He had picked a series she had liked, a hard-core romance based on a Naval SEAL unit, and each book was dedicated to a different member of that team falling in love. She was happy to see Steve pick the one about the Alpha Male leader of the group who falls hard for a little shop keeper with a sordid past. The parallels were uncanny. She wondered if he'd notice.

Then they were driving to the next stop. The next stop being Le Cirque. She stared up at the restaurant front in a state of absolute shock. He had gotten TWO reservations? How the hell had he managed that? Normal people struggled with getting one.

She turned her surprised eyes to him and he just stared back at her passively as if he hadn't pulled off a damn miracle. "You got… another… but it's like impossible to get one?"

"Remember how I'm friends with Iron Chef Masaharu Morimoto? Yeah? Well I called in yet another favour, to get our reservation back, same table, same time, and a third surprise."

"And third surprise?" she echoed. "Steven… this is… this too much…"

"Well actually there's four… in total I mean… and no. It's really not. I rarely show you how much I appreciate you and… well… Halona… you said Halona was getting boring…"

"I didn't say it was boring. I said that I knew you were trying to be romantic if we ended up at Halona… which has quickly become our hook up spot, and I can't take Grace there anymore cause I get all turned on every time I do… which is awkward cause she always wants to go now…"

"Yeah, well… to me that meant I had to switch things up… so… here we are."

She put her hand in his and tried not to cry. Dear god he was pulling out all the stops. If he was doing all of this just to get laid, he needn't have bothered. He could have fucked her in the bookstore.

The table he had specially reserved for them was in a shadowy back corner and it was more like a couch. Rowan and Steve sequestered themselves deeply in the shadows, shoulder to shoulder barely paying attention to anything else.

They ordered their meals, their drinks and she had already decided on dessert. It was while they were waiting for the food to come out that Steve was suddenly rooting through his pocket.

"I… uh… I have something for you," he said. "It's not… it's not much, but I think you'll like it."

He took her hand and put something in it. Something metal. Something with a chain. A necklace? Rowan opened her hands and was shocked by what she found in her palm.

"Are these your…" "My dog tags, yes." "You're giving me your dog tags? Why?"

Rowan searched his eyes, wondering if he realized that he knew how personal this was. If he gave her these, she'd be wearing him. His name, his unit, his blood type, his home town. She'd be wearing a bit of his past, something he wore daily when he was a SEAL. She lived in a Naval town, she knew what these things meant. He kept his eyes lowered to where the dog tags were resting in her hand.

"I remember you mentioned that you were always looking at them, back before… uhm… just before and I thought you might like to have them. That way… you know… in a way… I'm always there cause you'll be carrying a little piece of me at all times."

Rowan held them, gingerly, like she was afraid she would break them. She didn't take her eyes off of them until she had slipped them over her head. Just the fact that she had put them on made his heart fly a little higher in his chest, as Rowan herself tried her very best to not look misty eyed. This gesture. It had meant a lot to her.

"Thank you. I… I promise to take good care of them," she said.

"I'd rather you promise to always wear them."

Rowan laughed. "Oh that's a given," she said taking the tag and reading it over, reacquainting herself with his Naval ID, the way his name looked printed on that shiny but dented metal. These had been through a lot with him, these were a daily part of his life back when he was in the navy. Wearing this would always be like she was wearing him.

He may not have been able to tell but this… this had made her evening. But he wasn't done yet.

With dessert done, he said he had one more surprise for her. One last one. He led her out to the patio, where twinkling fairy lights were set up and the columns were decorated with sweet floral displays and a waiter was waiting to press play on a speaker.

The song that came on was her song. She was going to dance to the song she wanted to dance to on her wedding day, in the arms of the man she was more than certain she was in love with.

Can't Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley.

Rowan glanced up to Steve who was waiting to take her in his arms to dance and she felt the first of the tears start to fall.

"I know what this song means to you and I… well… I wanted to dance with you to it… if that's okay."

It was more than okay. Rowan pressed herself to him, slow dancing beautifully she didn't even care when he stepped on her feet. All that mattered was that moment, in his arms, the beautiful voice of the King drifting around them.

It was absolutely perfect.

And then there was a flash of a camera and she realized that someone had taken a picture.

She pulled her head out of Steve's chest to look up at him.

"I wanted a picture of you and me in the dress. Not that I don't like the other one, but… you know… he's in it… and well… I wanted one of me and you… it's uh… it's going to go in my office."

Rowan half laughed again, he was collecting quite a collection of frames on his desk. He had one of her and him already, he had one of them and Grace on the beach. One of all the Five-0's together, to be retaken to include Grover now, and a family portrait of him, his dad, his mom and Mary. Soon he wouldn't have any room.

Rowan said nothing. She just stared up at the man who was becoming more and more precious to her by the day and thought to herself: Oh, he was gonna get it when they got home.

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*This is the part with the SMUT. If you don't want to read it skip to the next chapter*

Their sex, Steve thought, was quite predictable. He could list each moment with great detail and in order. Whether it be one of their quickies, in a back alley, a unisex/handicapped washroom, in the back of one of their cars, or in a bed, it always went the same way. Most would be upset about that, and sometimes he worried that Rowan would be bored of it, but sex as explosive as theirs even if it was predictable and practically routine, never got boring. Never failed to take his breath away.

His moves hadn't changed, but the emotion behind it had. His heart was in it, he lived for her sounds, her moans, to watch her reach that climax, needing it in that moment more than he needed the air to breathe. It was amazing how such deep emotion could change the act for him, like he hoped it changed things for Rowan too.

Tonight was different. He spent a lot of time taking that dress off of her. She had psyched him up for it before Justin Chau came and ruined everything, he had missed out that night, but not tonight. He took that dress off inch by inch and he had been right, it looked much better pooled around her ankles. He helped her strip of those flossy things she called panties and then he had her lying there in the moonlight with nothing but those dog tags carving a valley between her breasts, that piece of him glinting up at him from where it belonged. And it took his breath away.

He had let her unbutton his shirt as that was her favourite part and he liked indulging her if only to see that smile on her face. She bared his chest to her so she could fan her fingers against his skin and pressing kisses to him before it all became too much for him. He had to step away to strip himself fully and then he had come to hover over top of her, but Rowan flipped him. His back against his headboard her body on his lap. He rarely relented control to Rowan, he knew what he liked, he knew what she liked and he liked nothing more than to drive into her. It was his favourite feeling.

But Rowan on top of him elicited a new kind of feeling, so mirrored to their car sex he felt secretive and naughty all at once.

Her eyes burned in the night, she knew it, she saw it reflected in his own eyes. She held his face in her hands, her fingers at his jaw, feeling that erratic pulse beneath her fingertips and his stubble against her palms. She kissed him, kissed him so he could know, without her telling him how badly she wanted him.

The kiss had him wrap his arms around her, tugging her close to his chest. Her breasts against his warm skin, his hands skimming her body, his dog tags, warm from her body, against his skin again. He could never stay still for long, there was no such thing as just a kiss to Steven McGarrett, and at that moment, she didn't mind.

His hand dipped below her waist, played with the nether curls before he found her, ready and wet for him. She gasped as he slipped one in, letting him press insistent kisses to her neck as she clung to his shoulders for dear life, fully and completely lost to him and those wonderful hands. His fingers played her like a guitar. They stroked the chords that brought her to a crashing crescendo before he was even inside her.

It was enough, to have him roughly tug her mouth down to devour whatever cry she might have made. It was time to punish him, to stroke him the way he liked, but she also knew that Steve's foreplay was watching her squirm, so he was ready and impatient for the next part.

She reached down between her legs to where his cock was straining to get to her. She had him in her hands, a tight grip like he liked, jerking upwards causing him to pitch.

"No, I need you."

His words echoed in the room but she wouldn't let go. Like he had done to her she pulled his mouth to hers devouring any other words and unintelligible noises he might have made as she continued her rhythm until he was sticky in her grip, and practically begging her with groans to give him more.

Only then did she guide him to her. Only then was he allowed to sink into her, causing her to gasp and him to pitch.

It was the quiet sex that got him. The kind where there would be no sound other than his heavy panting breaths and her soft airy moans of delight and their hushing shushes when they got a little too loud and insistent. This came with soft touches, foreheads bowed together, eyes squeezed shut, lips bit and nibbled. Their bodies would be pressed together, every inch of them touching, not a millimetre of space between them. His hands would press into her back to crush her to him, her nails would bite into his shoulders, scalp and lower back. He would kiss her, he would whimper against her bites, gasping at each jerk, each thrust, each touch.

He would lose his mind and find it again.

He would sink his fingers into her hair and pull her head back so he could devour her throat and sink his own teeth into her skin. He'd leave branding marks against her neck, her collarbones and shoulders so everyone knew she was his.

She would make a noise, these soft little ohs that would have been his name if she were in the right state of mind.

Her thighs would be clamped around him, her body just as tightly gripping his cock to keep him inside as he varied his thrusts. He tried so hard to remain consistent but so easy to lose control and become erratic. Rewarding her with deep thrusts just so he could hear the gasp of surprise, the moan of desire, to feel her clamp around him to keep him at that depth, to fill himself with that sense of great satisfaction to make her feel that way. He would hold himself there, her impaled to the hilt on him lettering her writhe against him, doing as much for him as he had done for her.

They lived off the friction. Setting fire to themselves. Painting their bodies with fingerprints and kisses. Their explosion silent but violent, clinging to one another as the blast shook them to the very core.

But he couldn't let her go. Rowan would slump against him, and he would lean back cradling her to his chest. Their heartbeats one and the same, for his heart was now in her chest like was certain hers was in his. For those few moments Steve would be lighter than he had ever been before. He would soar up into the clouds and get lost in fantasies of what would could be.

For those few moments, Rowan would be heavier than ever under the weight of the implications. How deep those emotions ran, and how afraid she was to hold a heart so fragile in her hands knowing that the wrong move could shatter it and she wouldn't know how to put it back together again if she did stumble and break it by accident.

And as his heart slowly ebbed back into his chest and hers returned to her they would change. Steve would feel that heaviness, those implications, and Rowan would soar, dreaming of their future happiness.

When they finally settled into bed, Rowan was wearing his dress shirt as her pjs and a pair of lacy panties, his dog tags somewhere nestled between her breasts, Steve in nothing but his boxers, Steve tugged her close to him. One arm under her neck, the other around her waist, he kept her back to his chest and his nose to her hair. She murmured happily at the contact pressing back into his hard body and that grip on her waist tightened around her.

She placed her hand over his, and he smiled. Everything about this moment was perfect, and neither of them wanted it to end. But they knew. In the morning. They could do it all over again. And it was that that they looked forward to. A never-ending paradise on repeat.

They'd never get bored so long as they were together.