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A/N: Hello my wonderful readers how is everyone's Wednesday? So we're taking a bit of a break from Rowan and Steve's dysfunctions and we have a cute little chapter about Steve and Rowan's first year anniversary. I've got a cute little song in here too that AJ suggested. She did suggest this song a while ago as a song that Steve would write for Rowan and I agreed, I just chose to save it for their Anniversary chapter. This one is gonna be a bit shorter but it's super cute, and it's got some smut! So hopefully you like it. Don't forget to leave me a review and I'll see you on Friday!
Chapter 196
Rowan woke up to Steve being on top of her and she smiled. He hovered over her as she stretched out all the kinks of sleeping on Steve's hard mattress. When she was done stretching she traced her fingertips down from his shoulder to his chest and then down as he pressed kisses to her jaw and edges of her lips.
"Mmm morning baby," she whispered to him and smiled into his insistent kisses.
"Happy anniversary my beautiful wonderful girlfriend," he whispered right back and Rowan smiled happily to him. Yes that was what today was. A whole year of them dating. Was it bad that she was absolutely amazed that they had gotten this far?
"Yes happy anniversary to you too, my sexy Commander," she said to him, going to kiss him again only to be distracted by the sound of his phone ringing and then suddenly his phone was in his hand.
Rowan looked at him and then back to phone in his hand. "Is that work?" she asked, noting it was Duke calling him.
He nodded almost smugly and then, just as Rowan whispered: don't you dare, he answered the phone.
"McGarrett."
Rowan scowled at him, how dare he take a case when he knew what today was! He smiled down at her scowl like he wasn't crushing her very heart as he spoke.
"No can do, Duke, it's my anniversary with Ro, so you'll have to do this one without me," he said and that scowl of Rowan's fell way to a mouth open look of shock. He was turning down a case for her?
"No I won't be coming in today. Unless you'd like to ask Ro permission… no… thought so. Yeah thanks I'll tell her, bye Duke."
He hung up his phone and Steve smiled at her. "Duke says congrats," he said to her, and despite trying so very hard not to she had to sniff back the emerging tears. "Are you crying?"
"That was the best gift you could have ever given me," she said, a few tears escaping her eyes. She tried to hide herself in Steve's shoulder so he wouldn't see how emotional she was which just caused him to laugh at her reaction. "I can't make it stop."
Steve continued to laugh, his lips in her hair, happy to make her so happy that she had started to cry. "Well if this is how you're feeling now how are you gonna react when you get your gift?"
"Gift? We agreed no gifts!"
"Did we? Cause I happen to know there's a Victoria secret bag in the closet…"
"Aw you peeked!" Rowan cried, slapping his shoulder. "That's supposed to be for tonight… and a surprise!"
"Exactly!" he shot back, finally managing to pin her down to kiss her. "See, you got me something I got you something."
Rowan wound her arms around his neck to pull him closer. "No, I got myself a new bra and pantie set, if you happen to take it off of me with your teeth that's still more a gift for me than for you."
Steve laughed lowly before slowly and leisurely kissing her. They might have gone a little farther had there not came a cry from downstairs of: "Can you two stop cuddling and come down the damn stairs please!"
The two broke apart snickering trying hush one another, both collectively hoping that Nahele wouldn't hear them and if they ignored him for long enough they'd have time for a quickie.
Instead they got: "I can hear you two laughing and if you don't come down the stairs I'mma come up!"
"Son of a bitch," Steve snarled into her neck.
"I told you to get a lock, didn't I?" she shot back.
"I swear to god I am going to Home Depot today!" he snarled into her neck. After pressing a kiss to her he groaned and rolled over and off of her. Holding her hand he dragged her out of their bed so they could both head down the stairs.
When they got there Nahele was standing there grinning at them, a feast of perfectly made pancakes set in front of them.
"Happy Anniversary you crazy love sick psychos!" he cried and both Rowan and Steve laughed.
"Come on now kid, it's not this big of a deal," he said to him but Nahele shook his head.
"I swear it's been touch and go like every other month with you two, and that's just since I moved in here, I don't even wanna know how bad it was before I showed up!" he said. "Besides, you guys do nice stuff for me all the time I figured it wouldn't be that unheard of for me to do something back. So I made pancakes, and bacon, but not eggs cause I tried and I don't know what happened but it didn't go well and you might have to get a new pan cause I burnt the omelet to it."
Rowan was already tucking in while Steve helped himself to the coffee Nahele had made. Rowan just shrugged.
"Its fine we'll buy a new one."
"You mean you'll buy a new one," Steve said.
"It's your kitchen."
"Okay, true, but your kid ruined it," he reminded him.
"Speaking of your kid," Nahele said stopping the argument before it could get out of hand. "Along with having fun stuff planned for us today, I have a proposition for you guys."
"Kay shoot." Steve said around a mouthful of pancakes.
"Alright, so I know tonight's a school night, but I need you guys to call Makani's mom and okay me staying over for the night."
"No go," Rowan said immediately. "No sleep overs on a school night, one of his rules, hands tied, sorry kid," she added pointing to Steven who shook his head.
"It's a good rule. Can't have you too tired to stay awake at school."
"Okay, yeah, but if I stay at Makani's tonight, you guys can get as… uh… loud as you want… cause you'll have the house to yourself and I'll get a goodnight's sleep before school tomorrow. Plus Makani's mom can drop me off at school."
Steve's eye brows went up at that but it took Rowan a while to get it. "Oh!" she cried when it finally dawned on her. "For godsake we're not sending you away so we can have wild sex," she snapped but when she glanced to Steve, she could see that he was actually contemplating it.
"Ew. Steven. No! That's not good parenting."
"But it's good parenting to keep him home while we get it on?" he asked. "And you know we are, I saw what's in that Victoria secret bag, you put that on and we're having sex."
"Okay… ew… can we stop…?" Nahele asked but Rowan and Steve were full blown into that argument and ignored him.
"So, I just won't put it on. Problem solved"
"Aw… no… but… it's all lacy and it has chains and… ROWAN!"
"Oh my god," Rowan sighed and then held out her hand. "Give me your phone… and what's his mom's name again?"
Steve and Nahele shared a little happy glance at one another, a shared smug grin because they had both gotten their way. Not his kid her ass, Nahele was becoming more and more like Steven by the day.
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The first thing they had done as a family was go skating. The idea was that Steve could stay on the side and cheer them on, while Nahele and Rowan practiced but he hadn't wanted to. He got on the ice, he let Rowan help him out a bit before trying to wobble off on his own and then wiped out. After that he was forcibly benched and told to rest in case he had hit his head.
He had weakly cheered them on from the sidelines. When Nahele was all skated out, he went to join Steve and Rowan free skated. Just doing whatever felt right to her at that time. She didn't realize anyone was videotaping her until she skated up to see both Nahele and Steve with their phones out and trained on her.
Once Rowan was changed, once they were certain Steve wasn't suffering from a concussion they had gone to the beach so Steve could give Nahele tips on surfing and they could play some football, which was essentially just throwing the ball around, then throwing it at Rowan and tackling her. She was certain that Steve was doing it so he could be on top of her.
Once they were set to surf, Rowan got to sit on the beach, soak up the sun, rest and watch her boys surf. Being sure to wave to them whenever she thought they were looking. Sometimes she got waves back sometimes she didn't but she didn't care.
It was really nice of Nahele to put this together for them. A day where they could all do what they wanted to do but Steve didn't have to skate and Rowan didn't have to surf.
Rowan hoped Steve was having just as much fun as she was and he looked to be, running up to her with Nahele beside him, both with boards tucked under their arms.
"How was it? Were the waves good?"
"Oh so good!" Steve said throwing his board down and accepting a towel from her.
"Yeah! Did you see that monster wave we caught? Well Dad caught it, I fell off…"
"No, no, don't sell yourself short kid, you were on it a good chunk of time before you got knocked off!" Steve said having completely missed Nahele's slip up, even Nahele had missed it. That was starting to happen more, slipping up and calling them mom or dad, and not correcting himself. It made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside, even if it was just Nahele calling Steve dad.
They weren't standing there for more than two minutes when one of those beach bunnies who had been eyeing Steve out on the waves sauntered up to them. She was a beautiful strawberry blonde, with sun kissed sandy and dewy skin and a bubble-gum bikini that was essentially just a bunch of floss
"Hey, I'm so sorry to bother you, but uh… we were watching you out on the waves and I was wondering if you could help me and my friend with our form," the beautiful blonde girl said being sure to bounce a little so her barely covered boobs jiggled in Steve's face a bit. "We'd love for you to… get your hands on us…"
Steve usually didn't notice the blatant flirting but even he noticed it this time except he just stood there, his mouth open in shock that any of that had ever come out of her mouth. Well at least her man wasn't jumping at the offer, and was instead, apparently struck dumb by it instead.
Before Rowan could say something catty Nahele stepped forward. "Hi, I'm his kid," he said offering a hand to shake that she took with wide eyes of shock. She let him shake her hand vibrantly as he grinned happily at her and turning to Rowan. "And that's my mom."
The girl's eyes swung to Rowan who waved patronizingly at her. Nahele let her hand go. "So… do you still want help with your form?"
The girl didn't say anything she just turned away from them and walked away. "Nice to meet you!" Nahele called waving her off. Rowan caught Steve's impressed looked and then two of them started laughing.
Steve wrapped an arm around Nahele's shoulder. "Come on, you little shit, let's get dried off and go for lunch. I think we're all about hungry now," he said. "You good to clean up shop here?"
Rowan nodded and Steve smiled happily at the girl he had begun to accept that he loved more than anything. He didn't even care if Nahele was picking up Rowan's brash sociopathic tendencies. He just loved that this little family was his and he wouldn't have given it up for the world.
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*This part has smut in it. If you don't want to read it skip to the next part*
"So uh… I got a question…"
God, the worst four words in the universe. Especially coming out of Steven's mouth.
They had just had a nice dinner, Nahele was off at his friend's place, when Steve wasn't looking she had put on that lacy, chain draped contraption for him to take off, they had been having a nice nigh. Now he was going to ruin it with questions. He looked so handsome sitting across from her, having slaved for hours over homemade asiago chicken for her. He was in his grey suit with the black dress shirt. She loved him in blue but damn the black was doing something crazy to his eyes tonight.
"What's the matter Steven?" she asked primly sitting back at the patio table. She had worn a dress he had picked. A dark grey little number that had a knee length mermaid skirt and showed off all her curves.
"Nothing's the matter, I was just wondering… since you know… technically we're celebrating the date we started going steady, does this mean, since our official relationship started at a different date, we're going to celebrate our anniversary twice?"
Rowan smiled at him. Her poor Steven worried about breaking the bank.
"Just for this year," she said. "After that we can just do the official date."
Steve smiled. "That's a good compromise."
"So… my gift… when am I getting it?"
Steve laughed at her. "Really Rowan?" he asked. "Couldn't be a little patient?"
"You can't dangle the existence of a gift in front of me and not expect me to want to see it, come on, let's go. Where is it?"
Steve sighed, pulling the nice napkins she had forced him to buy months ago out of his lap and throwing it on the dinner plate he had practically licked clean. "Fine, fine," he said heading into the kitchen. "But you gotta come inside."
Rowan quickly got up and followed him back into the house. She noted that he had taken out one of his kitchen chairs while gesturing for her to take a seat on the sofa.
By the time she had maneuvered herself and her tight skirt into another sitting position he had appeared, had sat himself down on a chair and had his guitar out. Rowan found herself sitting a little straighter in her seat, her gift was a song?
"So uhmmm…" he started as he went about tuning his guitar just right. "You're the song writer, not me and I'm not… you know, I'm not ready for that yet. But I found this song… that's a lie, Nahele found the song and I liked it, so I uhm… I've been practicing in secret for you…"
Rowan couldn't help but smile she loved his singing, she loved having him play her songs so she could concentrate on her vocals alone. It was a good arrangement and it usually ended with them getting laid, because he loved her singing and there was something about him playing a guitar that drove her wild.
He started singing, his voice low, husky, and Elvis like that always had Rowan wet immediately. The song was essentially about her getting ready, and how she was always beautiful. But the words didn't matter, it was the voice. His voice. Singing to her and only her that got her.
I'm speechless. Staring at you, standing there in that dress, what it's doing to me, ain't a secret. 'Cause watching you is all that I can do, and I'm speechless. You already know that you're my weakness. After all this time I'm just as nervous, every time you walk into the room. I'm speechless.
Well she was speechless too. Not only was the man fine as all hell in that grey suit she loved on him, looking twice as fine with that guitar, but he could sing like the King and he was all hers.
She climbed up into his lap once the song was done, pushing that guitar of his aside, letting it clatter to the floor. She had to hike her skirt up but it didn't take much to do so, all so she could straddle him to the chair. She framed his face as she kissed him, letting him frantically devour her in return. She stripped that grey suit jacket off of him and let it drop to the floor, his hand sunk into the knot of hair at the nape of her neck, tugging it out so her red-blonde hair could cascade down her back and he could wrap it around his hands so he could tug her head back.
His fingers struggled with her dress, as her fingers streaked through his hair, tugged his shirt out of his pants so her hands could touch his feverish skin. Sinking her nails into his skin undid him.
His hands stopped holding her to him, stopped wandering, and went straight to her skirt, hiking up the skirt so his hand could dart under.
It was a signature move, slip her panties aside, get her wet, get himself inside. Except once he put his hands down there he froze.
"Are you wearing…" he asked, his eyes still hazy but surprise was coloring his features. Rowan just grinned at him. Immediately he had that dress over her head and thrown aside.
Rowan smiled, biting her lip as the man she loved surveyed her body. His hands tracing the hanging chains that had once been cold against her skin. The black lace standing out against the white of her skin. His eyes kept darting to each embellishment, up and down her body as if he didn't know where to start.
"Do you need help?" she asked, clearly teasing. He answered her by snapping the clasp of her bra open. Oh he so did not need help. He tore that bra off of her and lobbed it somewhere in the kitchen before his mouth latched onto her. God he always knew how to do sinful things with his tongue, flicking her taunt nipple around before sucking softer then harder. Spending enough time on both. Rowan loved his foreplay, he knew that, so she indulged him by squirming against him as he lavished her breasts with much needed attention. He was rock hard between her legs in more way than one and the friction was making it worse. Her man lived off friction.
Suddenly and almost violently, Steve pulled himself off of her chest.
"Up," he ordered moving his hands to her side so he could push her away. "Up. Now."
What? He wanted to stop? Rowan moaned. "But… why?"
"Cause I'm taking those panties off with my teeth and I'm not waiting to get upstairs, up, now," he growled fairly shoving her off of him. Once she was standing on shaky legs he got on his knees in front of her, eliciting an echo of the memory of him on his knees on a beach giving her a promise ring. But when his hand gripped her hips with his mouth began to brush at the skin just above her panties that memory was gone and she was all in the moment.
True to his word, his teeth nipped at her once or twice, he left a hickey despite her protests beside the tip of her skate tattoo, and then they gripped her all lace panties and torturously slowly pulled them down her by the skin of his teeth. Well, part way, Rowan did the rest once he got to her knees, by then he was distracted by pressing kisses everywhere.
She was ready for him, ready to have him in her, she was ready to slip back onto his lap and ride the fuck out her man, but he wasn't done with her, he was never done with her when she needed him to be.
He had her leg up and over his shoulder before she was ready, she was still precariously off balanced when his mouth found her, his tongue slipping in between those wet folds to play with her opening. By the time she had a firm grip, one hand on his shoulder the other cradling his head, his tongue was thoroughly inside her.
Oh. Oh. Oh. God Steven. Yes Steven. More Steven.
She couldn't help it, he always took her on a wild ride through foreplay. She could do nothing but cling to him as he devoured her. When his tongue hit that swollen pearl, she hit the rocky waves of a building climax, when his fingers slip into her, one first following quickly by a second that pulsed and vibrated through her, that building climax burst inside her.
It was a good thing he still had a hold of her, because after that climax her legs were more like jelly and less like legs. She was deliriously happy, practically catatonic after that ride of ecstasy he had taken her on, that she barely noticed when he had gotten him and back in the chair, until he was tugging her on top of him and back into his lap.
She didn't need to be told twice.
It took little to no effort to get that man inside her. For a while he need to do the work but once she got her breath back, once she had her feet braced against something, she was writhing upon him and it was Steve's turn to moan and pulse beneath her.
His lips found purchase against any piece of skin they could reach. Her shoulder, her nipples, her neck, she was raw with the suckling marks he left on her. His hands dug into her back, leaving welts she knew she would have to hide but didn't care about, she knew her fingernails were doing the same to his shoulder blades. The rode out the waves together, she knew when to dig into every shuddering groan that fell from his lips, knew when to tease him with slowly languid strokes and a hovering awayness that kept only the tip of him inside her. He wouldn't get rewarded, which was allowing his cock to slam up into her quickly and deeply, until he was growling his own orders.
Deeper. Faster. Fuck Rowan.
When his climax hit his mouth clamped down on her neck to hide his own cry of pleasure she suddenly found herself in a tight bear hug as he clasped her to his quaking body. Rowan held him back, she too was breathless, having climaxed more than once during this experience she wasn't even mad that they didn't cum together.
For a long while he just clung to her, his body heaving as if this had taken everything out of him, shaking like he might come apart, so Rowan held him tightly back, pressed kisses to his sweaty temple to try and calm him, to keep him together. Until suddenly she was shaking too, for a completely different reason.
Because for the first time Rowan had heard him clearly. That breathless panting I love you that came from him as his head stayed bowed to her shoulder. She knew he wasn't ready, that's why he'd whisper those words sometimes in the moments after while their panting masked them, sometimes in the silent afterwards when he thought she was asleep, and to be fair she had been certain for a long time that she had been dreaming it all.
But it was real.
He loved her. She knew it, and what was more he knew it, he just wasn't ready to say it to her.
Steve pulled his head out of her chest again, tilting his head back to look at her with wonderment in his eyes as Rowan smiled down at him, her fingers tracing his jawline.
"Would you like me to put the set back on so you can do it all again in our bed."
For a moment Steve just laughed which was followed by: Fuck yes.
Of course he did. He was as addicted to her as she was to him. Enough was never enough when it came to them.
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It had taken a lot to get them to this point.
He had no idea when he and Jian started looking at apartments that it would take this long to find one that they liked. Mainly because Wo Fat was fine with anything but Jian was insanely picky. She wanted windows in a certain place, the bedrooms and washrooms to be behind walls but everything else to be open concept. Then, of course, it couldn't be too far from her clinic. It didn't help that Wo Fat couldn't go to these places in person. He got to see pictures and videos of them instead that Jian so carefully took for him, so it was almost like he was walking through the place himself.
When they did finally settle on a place, it was wildly out of budget. He could have easily extorted the family selling it, but he didn't want that staining the place he was going to share with Jian, so he asked Rowan for a loan. And his sister had been more than happy to comply.
He had transferred the money into Jian's account, she made a bid on the place, and the sale finalized within the hour.
Wo Fat had thought that meant that they would move in as soon as possible but that was not what happened. He had handed over all of his things to Jian and then she went about decorating the place to their tastes, all while telling him that he had to stay out until she was done.
Wo Fat would have thought she was in the process of stealing all his possessions and money, but he knew his girl better than that… or he thought he did, and instead trusted her to do what she wanted to do. This left him open to do a little bit of a business, and went about terrorising the downtown Osaka gangs and setting up partnerships and deals that iced out the current rulers of the street and put him on top again.
When things were ready he got a text from Jian and for the first time since buying the place a month ago he was officially allowed to return to a place he could call home.
The first thing he thought was how bright it was. The open concept kitchen, dining and living room area had always had high ceilings, and from the beams above she hung a tasteful chandelier which illuminated the entire area quite nicely. Everything was either white or silver so god forbid he ever came home bleeding. She had accent pillows in vibrant reds and dark blacks and sleek looking decorations on most surfaces.
She had dinner ready for him.
She looked every bit the house wife, in her little polka dot apron and her little seventies looking navy blue dress. He shut the door behind him quietly, dropped the expensive bottle of wine he had picked up to the counter and crossed to her.
Before she could push him away he had her up in his arms, her feet off the floor, pressing kisses to her bared collarbones while she squealed for him to put her down. When he did they both had big grins on their faces, though hers was paired with an embarrassed blush while his was wide and toothy.
She smoothed out her outfit and then cleared her throat.
"How was work?"
"Work was fine," he answered returning to their brand-new kitchen to open the bottle of wine he had left behind. He would have to take pictures to show Rowan where her money had gone. "How was work for you?"
"Took today off to put the final touches on the place," she replied coming to stand beside him. As he poured himself a glass and then one for her, she draped against the side of him. "Do you like it?"
"I love it," he answered honestly because it was true. It was just like he'd picture it to be. "It's very much to my taste… is there anything in here that suits… yours?"
"Well… the chandelier does," she said. "I want you to remember that this is all your taste… it's very important for when you see the master bedroom."
Wo Fat tried to hide his amused smirk. That meant that the master bedroom was done up to her taste. Which would mean pastel colors, stuffed animals, and lots and lots of pillows. Wo Fat didn't even care. So long as he got to strip Jian out of her clothes, worship her body and then spend the night holding her close he wouldn't ever complain how it looked.
"You've been busy," he whispered. Jian fingers brushed his hair behind his ears, his hair was getting long again he'd have to cut it. But she wasn't playing with his hair because she liked it.
"You're bleeding!"
Damn he had thought he had plugged it up. He sighed as she peeled the wine glass out of his hand and dragged them to their new washroom which has the largest tub imaginable for best bubble bath experiences. It too was half her taste and half his. She had picked a pastel pink so light it could have been white, with silver accents. Though the tub was already covered with all her girly products.
She sat him down on the edge of the bath tub and opened up the medicine cabinet. When she came back she had alcohol swabs and a plaster to press to his hairline.
"How did that happen?"
"Got hit with a crowbar last week," he answered. "Bruise is gone, but I keep picking at the scab, I must have scratched it in the car."
"Someone hit you with a crowbar?" she asked him sounding horrified. To be fair, he had been in the process of breaking into someone's home with the intent to beat the shit out of them, so he sort of deserved it. Too bad the crowbar didn't do the job, cause after that, Wo Fat had decided to kill them. A different message he had wanted to send to the leader of that gang, but an effective one none-the-less.
But Wo Fat didn't want to tell her that so he just shrugged. He winced and hissed when the alcohol hit his wound and to distract himself he wrapped his arms around Jian's waist to pull her close.
"Don't distract me while I'm administering first aid, Wo," she chided but he was far from listening to her. His fingers were tracing patterns up her thighs and towards the curve of her butt cheeks. When she put the plaster onto his head he gripped both cheeks in his hands and squeezed causing her to yelp and press into him.
"Would you be terrible mad at me if I were to blow off dinner for… something a little more… appetising for the both of us?" he asked his voice low and husky.
He knew she wouldn't be mad but it never hurt to ask. When she answered him by sliding her lips onto his he smiled into the gesture. As much as he loved her cooking, he loved sex with her more.
Maybe Rowan was right. Maybe, with enough practice he could live a normal domestic life. And he was certain he had found the right girl to do that with.