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ilovewriting06 · 1 year

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Warnings: Smut

In celebration of closing a hard case the team decided to go out and celebrate at any place that Kono picks since she’s the one that fired the final shot. Kono picked a nice club not far from where Steve and I live. Now I’m not part of the team but as Steve’s girlfriend of three years I’m considered ohana, so I was automatically invited. Danny claimed it was so he didn’t have to listen to Steve bitching about how much better it would be with me there, but everyone knew it was because he hadn’t seen me in a couple weeks due to the case and a visit to the mainland to take care of my sick parents.

Now that the case was closed and my parents were healthy I was ready to spend time with my friends but more specifically my boyfriend. Due to my parents and the case, mostly the case, Steve and I have had little to no alone time in the last month. As a couple that went from having sex at least six times a week to having absolutely no contact beyond cuddling and kissing was absolute torture, for both of us. So, I’ve got a plan and I know just how to get what I want, especially since we’re going to be at a nightclub, I had some time to get ready since I was meeting everyone there and what’s better than being fashionably late.

Steve’s POV

I sat at the booth in the corner at the nightclub taking a sip of my whiskey before Danny looked at me and asked, “Hey, Steve, where’s you better half?”

I checked my watch and shrugged before replying, “No idea, but knowing Y/N she’s going to be fashionably late to ‘make an entrance’” as I said make an entrance I lifted my hands and made quotation marks earning a laugh from everybody.

A couple minutes later I look up as I hear Grover whistle I looked at him confused, “What?”

He looked at me with a sly grin, “She did more than make an entrance.”

With that I turn around to see Y/N walking towards us. Dear God is she trying to kill me? She was wearing a skin tight red dress that dipped down just enough to show her breasts and high enough to leave nothing to the imagination paired with a pair of black thigh high laced heels, the ones she knew drove me crazy.

When she reached us she slid into my lap and started talking to Danny all the while she kept shifting on my lap causing me to grab her thigh to try and stop her and to keep me from groaning. After a couple minutes she met eyes with Kono who was at the bar and slid off my lap and kissing my cheek before walking to Kono swaying her hips the whole way.

When she was out of earshot, which wasn’t very far in this club, Danny looked at me before saying, “If I didn’t know any better I would think she want’s something from you.” At that Lou laughed before saying, “Oh yeah, she definitely want’s something.”

I tried to hide how flustered I was but Danny spoke up, “Be honest Steve when was the last time you two…well….ya know….did the dirty?”

I rolled my eyes before answering, “Sex Danny just say sex we aren’t in middles school and why the hell do you think I’d tell you that?”

Him, Lou, and Chin shared a look before Lou said, “Steve buddy no offense but that woman wants you in a bad way and you best believe she’s gonna get it, but with the way she’s dressed, you are in for a whole lot of suffering and keep an eye on her because something tells me she has got a plan. Woman always have a plan.”

Chin and Danny nodded in agreement as I watched Kono pull Y/N on the dance floor as Y/N smirked at me and winked over her shoulder and I knew Lou was right, and I had a suspicion this was only the beginning.

Y/N’s POV

When I got there I could already see it was working, his eyes said it all. To further my plan I sat in his lap and talked to the guys of the team while shifting on Steve’s lap to find a comfortable position when in reality I was comfortable I just wanted to make him more turned on than he already is, and I can tell it’s working. A couple minutes later I look up and see Kono motioning me over so I excuse myself leaving a kiss on Steve’s cheek before swaying my hips the whole way to Kono.

I get to Kono and she smiles before saying, “Girl you look hot as hell but I have a feeling it’s for a certain man’s attention. So, spill what’s the plan and how can I help?”

I laugh before answering, “You know me too well. The plan is simple, turn Steve on and get railed. It’s working but he’s not as worked up as I want him to be.”

She chuckles before smirking as she got an idea, “I have an idea, dance.”

I look at her confused before asking, “What on earth does dancing have to do with this?”

“No, Y/N/N when I say dance I mean dance. Dance like a horny single at a club looking for a hookup, get the guys swarming you and Prince Charming over there will be swooping you away and giving you exactly what you want, you know he’s got a jealous streak the size of Texas.”

I laugh nodding my head and agreeing before she’s pulling me to the dance floor. On the way to the dance floor I throw a smirk and a wink at my boyfriend.

Once on the dance floor I start dancing, I’m running my hands up me body, swaying my hips, and running my hands through my hair. I’m pretty much dancing like I imagine a stripper would. I look towards Steve to see him watching me like a hawk watching its prey.

Steve’s POV

As I watched Y/N dance I was getting turned on more and more by the second and the jealousy was bubbling over as I watched 98% of the males there staring at her hips and chest.

I was startled out of my glaring by Danny, “So, when exactly are you going to stop her? Because the more she dances the more the guys are going to move in.”

I closed my eyes and looked at Danny before saying, “I’m not going to. She wants to play a game and she wants me to cave first so I’m going to sit here until she caves and as for the guys she’ll kick them to the curb before they get any ideas.”

I took a sip of my drink when Danny sat up straighter, “You sure about that?”

I furrowed my eyebrows in anger and jealousy as I followed Danny’s gaze to see that Y/N had moved to the bar to get a drink and she was laughing and talking to a guy that was making very obvious advances. I slammed my glass down with a loud thud before clenching my jaw.

Danny’s POV

When I saw Y/N walk in I knew exactly what she was after. It didn’t take a genius, they’ve been so busy for the last month that they didn’t have time for each other and her attitude and body language said she wanted Steve’s undivided attention and by god she was putting him through hell to get it.

I watched as Steve clenched his jaw and I leaned over to whisper to Chin and Lou, “He is definitely going to cave first.”

They nodded in agreement before Chin spoke up, “Oh yeah, she knows exactly what she’s doing and it’s driving him nuts, not to mention his stubbornness making him suffer more.”

We all nodded again before Lou spoke up this time, “I have never seen a woman that determined to get a man’s attention that was already there’s. Heck Renee hasn’t looked at me like that in years.”

We all chuckled but stopped as we watched the last straw of Steve’s sanity get blown to the wind. Instead of shutting the guy down Y/N kept up the act throwing glances our way to make sure Steve was paying attention, when she was sure he was watching she put her arm on the guys bicep and threw her head back in laughter.

I glanced at Steve and jumped when he slammed his drink down harder than before with his gaze locked on Y/N before pushing himself up and walking towards her making it clear he was done with it.

We all laughed before I said, “He definitely caved.”

Chin and Lou laughed before Chin said, “And he definitely isn’t coming back over here tonight.”

Y/N’s POV

When I stopped dancing and went to get a drink a man with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes walked up and started flirting with me. I was getting ready to tell him to back off but I glanced at Steve and realized this would be what broke his resolve so I flirted back and sure enough Steve’s making his way through the crowded room heading straight for us, and he looks pissed.

When he got to us he grabbed my waist and pulled me into his front possessively. As he did so I could feel the prominent bulge poking into my lower back causing me to bite my lip to prevent myself from moaning. When I focused back on the conversation between my boyfriend and the stranger I had learned was named, Brad, I could tell Brad was terrified of Steve and Steve was pissed at Brad…and me.

After Brad ran away scared for his life Steve spun me around to face him and I rubbed my legs together when his angry and horny eyes glare into mine as he said lowly, “What the hell do you think you were doing?”

I looked at him innocently before smoothing out his button up shirt and fixing his color while saying, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, commander.”

I heard a low groan and felt his hands dig into my hips before pulling me impossibly closer before whispering in my ear rather aggressively, “I swear to God Y/N if you ever do something like this again I’ll make sure you can’t walk for a week.”

I stand on my tiptoes and pull his head down a little so I could whisper in his ear, “Baby, that’s the whole point.” He growled lowly before I continued, “How about you take me home and I’ll give you something for your troubles. Would you like that?” Instead of answering he grabbed my arm and pulled me out the door while I all but pranced behind him.

When we got to Steve’s truck he opened my door and all but threw me in before slamming the door and getting in the drivers seat and speeding to our house.

The whole five minute drive to the house neither one of us made a single sound both of us thinking about what was to come.

As soon as we got home I ran upstairs to our en suite to complete phase two of my plan. Steve was fast to follow and I heard him pacing the floor before asking in a low gravelly voice, “What the hell are you doing now?”

I smirked as I adjusted the last piece of lace to keep my boobs in place before swinging the bathroom door open, “Just preparing you a little gift, you know, for all your troubles.”

I watched as his eyes raked up and down my body before he met my eyes with an expression I can only describe as turned on and surprised as his pupils were so blown they were black. He sat on the foot of the bed as walked towards him.

When I got in front of him I did a little twirl before asking, “Do you like it? I bought it on the mainland when my aunt and I went shopping. I saw it and thought you would like it.”

It was a wine red lingerie set with a strapless lace push up bra with lace going down my abdomen before ending right before my belly button and it was paired with a pair of underwear that was mostly straps except for the part covering my mound. I know red is his favorite on me so when I saw it I went right in the store and bought it….and a few other sets but he gets to see those at a later date.

He stared for a few more minutes before nodding and groaning out a yes. I smirked before walking up to him and standing between his legs, he grabbed my hips and looked me in the eyes while I straddled his lap. Once I was situated on his lap I put one hand on his shoulder while the other one carded it’s way through his hair before playing with his hair in the back all the while he stared at me intently trying to guess my next move. After a couple seconds I tilted my head up a little to meet his lips and pulling him into a kiss. Before he got a chance to deepen it I pulled away a little to kiss along his jaw before leaving a hickey on the corner of his jaw before kissing my way down his neck leaving three more hickeys that he would be displaying for all to see tomorrow. When I was happy with my marks I kissed my way up his neck until I got to his ear where I whispered, “I’m ready whenever you are commander.”

As soon as the words left my mouth he stood up taking me with him. When I stood in front of him I grabbed his shirt before looking at him with eager eyes he nodded his head telling me it was okay before I untucked the dark blue material before running my hands up his torso until I reached the first button that was buttoned. As each new piece of skin was revealed I got more excited, when I finally unbuttoned the last button I pushed his shirt off before stepping back, “Damn it’s not fair.” He looked at me and smiled before asking, “What’s not baby?” I threw him a look before answering, “You, you’re so goddamn sexy and you don’t even try. I mean, you have an eight back and biceps that are so big I can’t wrap my hand around and don’t get me started on what you have going on below the belt.”

He smirked again before pulling my in by the hips, “I’m sorry, what was the last part you said?”

I blushed bright red as I realized what I said, I looked away so I didn’t look in to his teasing eyes. That didn’t last long as he grabbed my jaw and turned my head but he must have take pity on me as he said, “It’s alright baby you don’t have to repeat it and as for the sexy thing. You have no room to talk,” he took a step back before using the hand that had been cupping my face to motion at my body before continuing, “you’re so damn beautiful and sexy that no one could even try and compare to you and I’m lucky enough to call you mine.”

I blushed and shrugged my shoulders in disagreement at his statement but appreciative to say the least. He pulled me closer before whispering in my ear, “And when I say mine I mean mine, no one else’s. I’ve never been good at sharing and it’ll be over my dead body that another man lays his hands on you, and if I ever see you flirting with someone again I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t even remember your name. I don’t care what game you were playing but I can assure you if you try it again I won’t be as nice to the poor soul that flirts with you.”

I blush and rub my legs together at his possessiveness. Yes there’s a fine line between being possessive and being overly possessive but Steve is only possessive with guys that he doesn’t know or trust and that’s okay with me because Steve’s instincts on people are almost never wrong.

He steps away from me before motioning to the bed with his head without another thought I crawl into bed and lay on my back in the middle of the bed. Before he comes to me he walks to his side of the bed to the right of me before grabbing something out of his nightstand. I let out a whimper when I realize it’s his handcuffs. Shit. When he turns to me with a smirk I go to say something but he talks first, “Don’t even try to sweet talk your way out of it. It’s not going to work, I’m immune to it by now sweetheart.”

I groan before throwing my head back in the pillows as he gets on the bed and straddles my hips. When he’s steady above me he grabs my hands and raises them up to the bed frame and I feel the all too familiar cold metal circle my wrists as I hear the click of the handcuffs locking. I moan as he stretches out above me to reach the headboard and his belt clad waist is in front of my face. I don’t know what it is but seeing him in black cargo pants with a belt and no shirt just does something to me, and he knows it.

When he’s done and sitting back up he looks down at me smirking, “Babe, I didn’t even touch you.” I glare at him as he continues, “Ohhhh, never mind I forgot about what I have going on below the belt.”

I stick my tongue out before saying, “You suck.”

He smirks before saying, “Actually princess that’s what you do.” I blush as my eyes widen. Okay not gonna lie that was smooth as fuck and hot as fuck.

He chuckles a he gets off the bed to get rid of the rest of his clothes. He had already discarded his shoes and socks before getting on the bed respecting my threat of what happens when someone gets on my bed with shoes on.

I bite my lip as I watch him throw his belt to the side and unbutton and unzip his pants before throwing them to the side with his belt before making eye contact with me as he dropped his underwear. I pull my arms hearing the metal clink as he smirks at me. Dear god not being able to touch him is going to kill me, and he knows it. He knows how much I hate not being able to touch him it’s like my own personal hell.

When he resumes his position of straddling my hips he rubs his hands down my arms causing a shiver to run down my spine. When he reaches my arm pits he stops and I squirm before saying, “Steven, I swear to god, if you tickle me I’ll knee you in the balls.” And with that his hands resume their journey down my body. As he runs his hands down my body I moan as he runs his hands down my sides before slipping them under the hem of the red lace. When he brings his hands back out I arch my back as he goes to take it off. After a couple of minutes he curses before looking at me helplessly, asking, “How the hell do you get this thing off?” I chuckle as I instruct him on how to take it off. When the offensive material is off he chucks it across the room with a frustrated huff.

He looks back down at me before sliding down my legs to slip my underwear off when he had discarded them he leaned down and started kissing his way up leaving a few hickeys along the way causing me to moan. When he reached my neck he transitioned back and forth from sucking deep red marks into my neck and leaving sweet feather like kisses. When finished he pulled back and connected our lips into a heated kiss while his tongue fought for dominance easily winning. When he pulled back he smiled and muttered, “I love you so much.” I smile and rub my nose against his causing him to chuckle before I said, “I love you too, and I could show you just how much if you took the damned cuffs off.” He looked at me unimpressed before I sighed, “I didn’t figure that would work.” He cocked his head to the side as he pecked my before licking his way down my chest and nipping at my nipples before continuing down towards my core. I let out a surprised and pleasure filled scream and arched my back while pulling on the cuffs when his mouth latches onto my clit. I can feel him smirk against me as I continue to moan his name and pull at the damn cuffs. When he adds his fingers I squeeze my legs around his head as I moaned, “Steve! God please take these damn cuffs off!”

In response he nipped my clit before pulling away while still using his fingers, “Say you won’t flirt with another man again.” I moan out a no and then arch my back with a scream again as he bit my clit blurring the line on pain and pleasure before I screeched, “Okay! Okay! I promise!”

He smirks yet again while making eye contact before asking, “Promise what?”

I let out a pornographic moan as he hits my g-spot before panting, “Flirting, I promise I won’t flirt with another guy! I swear! Just please, take these off.” I pulled on the cuffs to emphasize what I meant and with a quick good girl and smooth moves the cuffs were quickly placed on the bedside table. As soon as my hands were free I grabbed his face and pulled him down into a heated kiss as he let out a surprised noise. I slide my right hand down to grab his shoulder while my left hand cups the back of his head and I wrap my legs around his waist and pulling his hips down with a whimper against his lips as I beg, “Please Steve, I need you.” He pulled himself out of my hold before ordering, “Hands and knees.” I quickly role onto my stomach before propping myself up on my hands and knees while shaking my ass. He slaps my butt before thrusting in with no warning causing my arms to give out and I moan into the pillow my face was squished in. As he went faster I moaned louder into the pillow before he pulled me up by my hair, “I want to hear you princess.” As if my body knew what he said another moan ripped through my throat as I threw my head back to rest on his shoulder. His left arm snaked around my front to hold me up while his right hand traveled down to play with my clit. I moaned out his name as my legs shook and I dug my nails into his arms successfully scratching him. He nipped my ear before saying, “Cum for me Y/N/N.” Seconds later I let out a pleasure filled scream and dug my nails in deeper as I hit my climax and I would have collapsed if it wasn’t for his arms holding me in place. Instead of slowing down he went faster as he chases his high. When he fell over the edge he effectively pushed me over again as a broken moan escapes my raw throat.

Once out highs have been ridden out he pulls out before laying me gently on the bed and then got a rag to clean us up. When he came back he cleaned me up before kissing the bruises forming on my wrists from pulling on the cuffs too hard. When he discarded the rag in the hamper he crawled in bed beside me and looked at me before smiling and saying, “You know, I meant it earlier, when I said I was lucky to have you.” I blush and snort as he tucks some of my hair behind my ear before pulling me closer, “I mean it Y/N. I don’t know how I got you but I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You’re the one for me, whether you believe it or not and I’m never going to let you go.”

I smiled before nuzzling his nose and saying, “That almost sounds like a proposal McGarrett.”

“It might be.”

I propped myself up on my elbow and looked down at him, “Really?”

He smiled before saying, “Well, that depends on the answer.”

I bent down and kissed him before whispering against his lip, “Yes. That’s my answer whether you ask now or next year. My answer will always be yes.”

He pulled me down into a hug before flipping us over so he was straddling my hips and reached over to his nightstand before pulling a wooden box out of his draw. I watched with wide eyes as he looked at it and then looked at me, “I was planning a romantic evening with wine and a nice dinner with a lot of candles for next week, but I think now might be a better time.”

I watch him open the box with my mouth agape as I see the beautiful diamond ring sitting on a simple silver band. I slid backwards just enough to sit up and looked closer at the ring, yes it was simple, but it was beautiful, exactly what I wanted. My heart was overflowing with a lot of different emotions as I looked at his happy yet nervous eyes with my tear filled eyes. I sniffle and grab his face, “I love it, and I would have said yes even if there was no ring.”

He smiled as I pulled back and handed him my left hand. When he slid the ring on my finger I shivered from both my emotions and the chill of the ring against my skin. Once the ring was in place he put the box back on the nightstand and before he fully turned around I threw myself onto him with a hug. With his unsteady position he fell backwards with me on top of him and moaned when I kissed him with love and passion. He held my hips as he watched me.

Steve’s POV

I smiled as I watched her look at the ring in the light of the lamp. The diamond wasn’t anything grand in fact it wasn’t much at all but the way she was looking at it made it look like she was holding the most priceless ring on her finger. When she broke her gaze from her ring her excited eyes looked at me with mischief surfacing to the top, “I still get the dinner right? Because I’ll give the ring back and wait until next week.”

I laughed as I went to take her ring off saying, “Alright well in that case…” I didn’t have time to finish as she slapped my hand away while glaring at me. I met her scowl with a smile earning a smile from her before she started laughing.

When we laid back down to go to sleep her laying on my left side all but laying on me with her head on my chest she looked up at me with innocent doe eyes, “We still get to have dinner right?” I tried not to laugh but she looked so hopeful I couldn’t help it I looked at her pouting lips before kissing her, “Yes baby, I’ll still make you dinner.” She smiled before snuggling closer into me and saying okay and before I know it I’m drifting off to sleep.

*In the Morning*

I woke up to a loud noise from downstairs followed by Y/N, “Gosh darn it Eddie look what you made me do!” I chuckled at her reluctance to cuss at Eddie claiming he could tell and she didn’t want to hurt his feelings. As I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen I see Y/N kneeling on the floor with her hair thrown up in a bun wearing the shirt I had been wearing last night. I leaned against the doorframe before asking, “So, what did he do this time?” She jumped a little before glaring at the floor and then back at me and I laughed realizing what happened. Through my laughing I spoke, “He knocked the cake on the floor and you’re this upset?”

She stood up to look at me before saying, “It wasn’t just a piece of cake Steve, it was the last piece of cake that Aunt Edna made! And now I have to wait until thanksgiving to get another one.” I tried not to laugh when she turned around and screeched at Eddie again, “EDDIE! STOP EATING MY CAKE!”

I watched as she stomped her foot, glaring at Eddie who was still licking the icing off the floor. I walked up to her and hugged her from behind placing my chin on her shoulder, “As much as I love watching my fiancé pout over cake I have to leave for work in half an hour.”

At my words she spun around forgetting about her precious cake with a beaming smile, “I like that.”

“Like what?”

She smiled again, “Being you fiancé and be called as such.”

I smile and hum as I pull her in before saying, “Yeah I do to but you know what I think sounds better?”

She tilted her head in question as I said, “Wife. I very much like that title on you better. How does that sound? Y/N McGarrett.”

She stood on her tiptoes and pulled me down to kiss me and then bounced back before giggling, “I like that too. Now my dearest husband you should get ready you have work in a little bit and your hair is a mess.”

I chuckled, “Darling even if my hair is a mess they’re going to be more focused on my neck and my arms than my hair.”

I watched as a blush spread across her cheeks and she apologized, “I’m sorry Steve.” I nuzzle my nose into her neck causing her to giggle and I kiss her neck before pulling back, “I don’t mind babe, it shows everyone I am happily taken. I just have to deal with Danny’s nagging all day but as long as I’m allowed to tell them about this,” as I say the last part of the sentence I run my finger over her engagement ring before continuing, “it will take the heat off of my marks.” She laughs before saying, “You can tell whoever you want on one condition.” I raise an eyebrow in question, “What’s that?” She turns to Eddie before a smile crawls on her face and I know what she wants, “No, babe, we’ve talked about this.”

“Come on Steve, pleaseeeee.” As she begs me she wraps her arms around my waist and rests her chin on my chest looking up at me with puppy eyes. I groan, “Okay, I’ll think about it,” she huffs hearing this response for the thousandth time both by me and her parents but I continue, “and I mean I’ll actually think about, I promise.” She smiles and bounces up and down in excitement at the thought of me saying yes and I know that she’s won, she’s going to get what she wants.

I peck her lips one more time before pulling away and heading back upstairs, “I gotta get ready for work and I promise I’ll have an answer by tonight.”

When I come back downstairs she’s kneeling on the floor talking to Eddie about personal boundaries using the time he interrupted us during a passionate night in our room as an example. I bend down and kiss her on the forehead before grabbing my keys and heading out the door, “Bye Y/N/N, love you!” I’m answered by a joyful, “Love you too, Stevie!”

*Time Skip* As I walk into headquarters and Danny, being the only one there, looks up and his jaw drops, “Holy shit!” I shrug my shoulders and walk into my office and log onto my laptop when my door is thrown open revealing a wide eyes Danny. I look up and roll my eyes, “Yes?”

“What the hell happened!?”

I smile, “What she wanted to happen, kind of.” I roll my sleeves up and start typing when Danny interrupts me, “OH MY GOD! IS SHE PART LION!?”

I smirk, “You should see her.”

“Yeahhh, no thanks I like my life.”

I laugh and smile as I continue typing until I look up and see Danny looking at me with narrowed eyes causing me to laugh, “What now Danny?”

“You’re both overly happy, more than any man after a night full of passionate sex, but also very deep in thought. So, please do enlighten me on what exactly happened last night.”

By this point he’s sitting in the chair across from my desk leaning forward eagerly waiting for me to give him details. I sigh before leaning back in my chair crossing my arms trying to look ticked off but I couldn’t fight the smile off of my face. Now Danny was really intrigued, “Oh come on Steve, spill it. God I’m spending to much time with Grace and her friends.” I lean forward, “I’d tell you Danno but there’s no fun in that.”

I watched as he purses his lips and thought about it and after about three minutes his eyes light up and he jumps up excitedly, “No! You didn’t! You did! Oh my God you did! And she said yes! OH MY GOD! YOU’RE GETTING MARRIED!”

I laugh before nodding, “Yes, Danny, I asked her to marry me and she said yes.”

“How did you ask her? Because if I recall you guys were at the verge of a war last night.”

“Well I didn’t really ask her, I told her how much she meant to me, she said it sounded like a proposal, I said it might be depending on her answer, she said yes and that she would say yes no matter when I asked, so I got the ring and gave it to her.”

“Wow real romantic what the hell were you thinking?”

“I don’t know Danny. Honestly it just felt right, it felt like all the pieces were in place and that it was the right time, I don’t know how to explain it.”

He smiled and said, “No, I do understand, I proposed to Rachel with a soda can so I know what it’s like for the time to be right.”

When he was done talking his smile slowly disappeared before he asked, “Then why were you staring at your laptop like you’re debating the pros and cons of murder?”

I sighed rubbing my face before turning my laptop around so Danny could see it and he burst out laughing, “You're finally caving. You’re finally going to get her a puppy.”

“No.”

He looked at me confused as I said, “I already bought him, two weeks ago, he was supposed to be picked up next week but I’m messaging the breeder about picking him up today.”

At that moment my laptop pinged as I looked at it I smiled before looking at Danny, “She said I can pick him up now, sooo, can I take your car?”

He groaned before saying, “I don’t have a say in it so yeah whatever let’s go pick up Leo.”

I laughed at the fact he used the name Y/N has had picked out for a puppy since she was five as I took the keys out of his hand and walked out the door with him close behind.

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incorrect-mcdanno · 1 year

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Danny: Steven, please. No one knows we're dating.

Kono, walking by: Oh yes we do.

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theatrediva1975 · 1 year

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Redemption

Shock to the System

Los Angeles, California

Monday, September 20th, 2010

The day had been long. Inordinately long. A hostage situation went sideways, SWAT was called in and LAPD’s finest had to do whatever was necessary to save the day.

And they did. Just like always.

Now, as the sun began to set over the Los Angeles skyline, SWAT Lieutenant Samantha Devereaux was happy to be on her way home where she planned on curling up with her beloved pit bull, Red, and indulging in her guilty pleasure – reality TV.

Sam eased her Kawasaki Ninja into the driveway. Waving across the street to Mrs. Miller, Sam removed her helmet, releasing her long, dark auburn ponytail. She grabbed her mail and made her way up the front walk to her porch, where a package from Aunt Mae was waiting. Sam smiled, wondering what Hawaiian goodies Mae had stuffed into the box this time.

Sam disengaged the security alarm as she was toppled sideways by her big baby, Red. “How’s my big boy? Did you behave today, huh? Didn’t eat any more of my shoes, did you?”

Dropping her backpack by the front door, Sam began stripping the day off her 5’ 8” frame as she walked towards the kitchen to get Red his cookie. Jacket thrown haphazardly on the coat rack, boots kicked off one by one by the couch, gun and badge deposited on the kitchen island. As she reached up on top of the refrigerator to grab Red’s cookie jar, the house phone rang.

Sam furrowed her brow. The only time the house phone rang was if her commander couldn’t wake her up at 2am with a SWAT call out. Sam checked the caller ID and saw it was Mae.

“Hey, Mae! I literally just walked in the door with your package. I haven’t even had time to pop open my knife to open it,” Sam said jovially.

Silence.

“Mae? You there?” Butt dial, maybe, Sam thought.

Sobbing. Sam could hear her aunt sobbing on the other end of the line and her blood ran cold.

“Mae! What is it? Are you alright?”

“Oh, Sam. I can’t…I don’t know…I can’t under….” Mae choked.

“Aunt Mae, are you okay? What’s going on?” Sam prodded. “Talk to me.”

“Sweetie, it’s…. it’s John,” Mae blurted out. “Sweetie, he’s, oh God, honey, he’s gone. John’s dead.”

Sam’s knees buckled and as if in slow motion, she hit the floor, hard. Time stopped. No. It couldn’t be John. There had to be a mistake.

Struggling to find her voice, she asked, “How Mae? When?” She tried to will it to be a mistake but in her heart, she just…knew. Too many years in the field taught her better.

“I don’t know the details, but from what the police officers who questioned me said, it sounds as though he may have surprised someone who broke into the house this afternoon. They asked if I had heard or seen anything out of the ordinary over the past few days. He was…he was shot.” The last words came out in a whisper.

Sam fought to suppress the bile that rose in her throat when she heard the last word.

Shot.

John McGarrett was shot.

No. That wasn’t possible. How in the hell did John McGarrett, a decorated Vietnam veteran and cop, wind up shot and killed in his own home in broad day light? This couldn’t be real.

And just like that, Sam went on autopilot and her training kicked in. Not the SWAT training. Her other training. The training that told her that there was something far bigger going on than just a random break in. The training that had her already running strategy and scenarios for Mae’s safety, intel to be gathered, calls to be made, favors to cash in.

“Mae? I need you to listen to me, okay?” Sam said, trying to keep the fear out of her voice.

“What? That I need to pack a bag and go stay with Jim & Paula? I know how your mind works, sweetie.” Sam marveled at how in tune she and Mae remained, despite the miles between them. “I already worked out what you would be thinking. Sam, please, come home. Be careful, but come home.” The pleading in her aunt’s voice broke what was left of Sam’s heart.

“Don’t worry about me, Mae. I’ll be fine, too. I’ll send you my flight info as soon as I have it. And Mae?”

“Yes, sweetie?”

“I love you. You know that, right?” Sam asked.

“And I love you right back, my sweet girl,” Mae responded.

Sam hung up the phone and placed it on the floor. Leaning against the refrigerator where she landed, dozens of thoughts and memories flooded Sam’s brain as she tried to process the fact that John McGarrett, her beloved mentor and surrogate father, was dead.

Despite sensing his person needed him, Red walked up to Sam and started to whimper to go outside. She absently patted his head as she tried to work her way through what needed to be done. Compartmentalization. That was all Sam could focus on.

Shaking her head out of the fog, Sam got up, grabbed her gun and badge from the island and her phone and keys out of her backpack and hooked Red up to his leash. She set the alarm and locked the door behind her as she took Red out for a quick walk. As she did, she remained cognizant of her surroundings. She kept an eye out for anything out of the ordinary. For a day that seemed normal – as if a crazy day at LAPD SWAT was considered normal – Sam felt a shift of some sort. She felt like, all of a sudden, she was back to her hypervigilant days as a CIA operative, constantly looking over her shoulder, assessing any impending threat, looking for strange cars or people between her house and the park down the street where Red liked to people watch.

As they completed their walk and made their way back to the house, Sam checked her phone for the first time since leaving headquarters. There were several missed calls from Mae, two texts from Javi asking if she wanted company tonight, and one from Jazz, checking in before her date tonight. Jazz. That’s the priority call. She typed out a quick response to Javi that she was tied up. She didn’t feel like she owed him a full blown explanation. Wickes would fill the team in tomorrow anyways. She just couldn’t deal with him tonight.

After locking up and resetting her alarm, Sam made a beeline for the back of the house. While her family room looked like any other family room, no one noticed that the room was shorter on the inside than it was on the outside. A sliding bookshelf blocked off a small, secure space where Sam kept what could only be described as a small arsenal of weaponry, as well as multiple cell phones, laptops, tablets and boxes of paperwork – her own personal case notes that she kept on every CIA op, mission and case she ever worked on. There was even a secure drawer full of passports, driver’s licenses and social security cards for a set of aliases she had set up for herself over the years, should the need to disappear ever arise. She set herself up in her own personal SCIF – Secure Compartmented Information Facility. And once Sam was comfortable, she pulled up a secure link and set up a video conference with her darling Jazz.

Within seconds the beautiful Amazonian was on her screen.

“Hey girl!” Jazz’s larger than life personality filled the screen. Barely paying attention to what was happening, Jazz started going on and on about her upcoming date for the evening. Regaling Sam with information on her latest Mr. Possible Right, it took her a full minute to come up for air and really looked at Sam for the first time. Jazz stopped dead in her tracks.

“Samantha?”

“Jasmine,” Sam said quietly, once again fighting the urge to break down.

“Honey girl, what happened? What do you need?” Jazz asked.

“I’m sorry to put you in this position, given that I’m no longer with the Company, but you and Matty are the only two people I can trust with this.” Sam said.

“Sam, you know I am here for you, no matter what. Just hit me with it.”

Sam took a halting breath. “John McGarrett was murdered in his home today.”

“Oh my God!” Jazz said quietly. She knew how much John McGarrett meant to her dear friend. The man had been a second father to her her entire life, especially after her parents died. Jazz had always thought John saved Sam after her world crashed down on her in Munich. This was going to tear Sam apart. “I will get you everything, you know I will.” Jazz began furiously working her technical magic.

“I know. HPD would more than likely have had the scene. Mae called me. Jazz, you should have heard her.” Sam rambled on for several minutes until…

“Fuck me sideways.” Jazz mumbled.

“What?” Sam said cautiously as Jazz stared back at her through the screen. “Jazz, what?”

“According to a Naval intelligence report, John McGarrett was on the phone with his son when he was shot and killed.” Jazz’s eyes were watering as she was reading whatever file she had tapped into.

“You’re telling me that Steve heard his father…?” The bile once again began to rise in Sam’s throat. Oh God. Wait, if Steve and John were on the phone…Sam’s mind was spinning. “Does that mean they know who shot and killed John?” Sam asked.

“Yes,” Jazz said, pausing a moment too long, as she once again gazed at her friend through the screen. Sam prompted her.

“Jazz, who killed John?” Sam demanded.

Visibly choking on the words as a tear rolled down her cheek, Jazz said the one name Sam never expected to hear fall from her lips.

“Victor Hesse.”

#hawaii 5 0 #steve mcgarrett #danny williams #chin ho kelly #kono kalakaua #wo fat #steve mcgarrett x reader #danny williams x reader

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hawaii5-0gurl · 2 years

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Coming for You! Masterlist

(New Header! I like this one more than the old one!)

This is going to be a mini-series... I think...

Paring: Steve McGarrett X Reader Williams

Characters: Everyone... also various OMC & OFC

Warnings: Past Abusive Relationship, Angst, hidden pregnancy, Violence, Language, Kidnapping, Possible (almost) Harm to a Child, Scared Children, Upset/ Pissed off Steve, Upset/ Pissed off Danny, Asshole Ex

(There is more but once again my stupid brain is not working...)

A/n: This was going to originally be Reader X Danny but as I was writing it, it seemed to me that she would fit more with Steve. Or my brain subconsciously decided that this needed to be a Steve story? Who really knows?... So, I just made her a Williams instead.

Summary: After Danny helps his pregnant sister get away from her abusive ex five years ago, Y/n is finally able to have some peace. She has started over. Loving the life she has created for her and her son, that is, until the unthinkable happens.

(I suck at summaries... I will try to come up with something better later.)

Prologue

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Tagging My Ohana and Steve Taglists: Just to let you know

Ohana (Everything)

@camillyb @gurkiloni @wanniiieeee @fanfictionaddiction99 @coffeewithoutcaffeine @darkastartarus @daniig95 @veronicapaula @stephv213 @paintlavillered @peaches-1999 @doloreschanal @jamie2305 @esposadomd @drakelover78

Steve Taglist

@rory-cakes @luckyladycreator2 @iamasimpingh0e

@latasha3398

@hails-halstead @healojane @summer-children @multiplecelebritycrushesat16

@breadsquash @where-thesundoesntshine @isoldeahlstrom @remembered-license @acesgunner95

I CAN’T TAG YOU GUYS- @NattyAssasian @etherealpqrkers

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enigmatist17 · 3 months

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This is 100% pandering for probably me :')

I am absolutely feral for Simon, and Steve is 100% the kinda guy to have friends (well he doesn't think of them as friends because Steve doesn't have friends, but Danny is working on that with him) all over the world, and if they need help? He's got your back :)

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They all drive on the wrong side of the road here.

It's the first thing Simon thinks when he steps out of the airport, duffel bag readjusted as he scans the cars coming in and out of the pick up zone. The heat isn't as suffocating as it was back home, the Australian almost wondering if he was going to need some sort of sweater when a silver camaro pulls up just in front of him.

"Always on time eh?" The taller man who piles out of the car just chuckles, moving to help scoop up the other bags piled behind where Simon had been standing up and into the luggage rack attached on top.

"Pretty sure my commanding officer would appear from thin air if I wasn't."

"Probably not, but thanks all the same, McGarrett."

"Don't mention it. Come on, my place isn't far and you look like you need a day to just blackout."

"Tell me about it mate." Simon climbed into the passenger seat, sinking back with a relieved groan. "Forgot how much I hate flying."

"Well, you're not going anywhere anytime soon, so no more worries for now." The SEAL slipped back into the driver's seat after making sure everything was secured, and soon the duo were driving out and into the island after some minor traffic.

"Mate, the pictures you've sent don't do this place justice." Simon whistled, taking in the area while digging out his phone to take a short video. Steve just smiled to himself while turning on the radio, the occasional crow from the Aussie beside him breaking the amicable silence between them.

"Do you mind if I swing by work to grab something real quick?" Finally distracted with taking videos and pictures, Simon glanced over with a shrug.

“I’m not bitin’ to go anywhere, s’long as we can get some brekkie afterwards.”

“It’s 14:00, but I know a few people who can hook you up, my treat.”

“That’ll work.” Simon’s back popped a little bit as he stretched, eyeing some of the older buildings with an interested hum. The police department they pull up to is no different, Steve pausing for a moment when Simon got out alongside him. “Need to stretch is all.”

“C’mon, you can meet the gang.”

“Is your Danno bloke there?” Simon grinned, catching the way Steve’s head jerked in surprise. “What?”

“He’s not my Danno…” The SEAL grumbled as they headed up and into the building, the Aussie eyeing the station up and amused to find it wasn’t too different from his own once you stepped inside. Desks from 1975, coffee machines that barely ran as such, and desk chairs that probably needed to have been thrown out ages ago, Simon shakes his head in amusement as Steve takes him into an area that was finally part of modern times. He can see a small group huddled around some sort of central monitor station, a shorter blonde man waving his arms around while he explains something Simon can’t quite catch until they’re within range.

“Did I miss something?” Steve interrupted the blonde, who shot him an annoyed look before catching sight of Simon.

“Yes you did, and who is this?” The accent made Simon smile a bit, and he stepped forward with a wave.

“You’re Danno right?” The look Danno shot Steve would have sent just about anyone running, but the other just smiles a bit before heading for his office while pulling out his phone.

“Detective Danny Williams. So, c’mon, name.” Danny waved for Simon to speak, clearly sizing the Aussie up. Simon doesn’t get a chance to open his mouth before the woman beside Danny nudged his side hard enough to make the Jersey detective grunt.

"Before he hogs all the attention, I'm Officer Kono Kalakaua." Kono grinned, offering a hand to give Simon a firm handshake. "And that's my cuz Chin."

"Lieutenant Chin Ho Kelly." The men across the table gave a small wave, and Simon clocked him as probably one of the calmer team members. "Nice to meet you."

"Likewise, I've heard only good things about you lot." Simon waved back, aware that Danny was still staring at him. "Detective Senior Constable Simon Joyner, nice to meet ya.” Simon flashes his biggest smile, and the grumpy blonde softens just a fraction.

For a moment blonde hair turns black, pale skin sunkissed, and Simon can let himself be selfish for a moment before the familiar image fades in the blink of an eye.

“Fancy title, but nice to see another cop ‘round here. Four of us might finally outrank the super SEAL, which I’m curious to know exactly how you know him?” Danny crossed his arms as he leaned back against the monitor, the movement more relaxed rather than cautionary.

“Uh, well I nearly ran over ‘im when he and some of his buddies were celebratin’ something.” Simon let out a slightly embarrassed laugh, noting quite a few eyes looking over at Steve in his office, the man looking slightly confused at all the looks as he spoke on the phone. “Stevie remembered me, tracked me down somehow, and treated me to drinks as thanks for making sure he and his lot got back to their hotel.”

“Stevie? Since when can anyone call him Stevie, because I sure as hell can’t call him Stevie.” Danny complained, earning a few chuckles from the other two who had been watching most of this in amusement.

"Didn't know he was one of them fancy American soldiers, and we just kept in touch after that." Simon hummed, stretching a little bit with a slight wince.

"So are you visiting then?"

“Uh, sorta?” Simon shrugged, “Always been meanin’ to catch up with Stevie, and nows a time as any.”

“In the middle of the holiday season?” Chin asked, and luckily Steve exited his office before Simon could squirm in discomfort.

“Simon, I’m ready to head out if you are.” The Aussie nodded, noting some files tucked under Steve’s arm. “Call if you guys need me.”

“Will do, now off with you.” Danny made a shooing motion. “Poor kid looks like he’s about to drop.”

“‘M not a kid…” Simon groused, but gave a cheerful wave as he and Steve headed back to the car, fighting back a few yawns. The island state was beautiful enough to keep the Australian alert enough as they eventually pulled to the stop outside a modest little home, Simon pilling out and glancing around with a low whistle.

“You’re set up here mate.”

“It’s nothing special.” Steve shrugged, grabbing the carry-on luggage. “I’ve got the guest bed set up, room has an attached shower.”

“Don’t mind if I do.” Simon grabbed whatever was left before following Steve inside, figuring he’d get the rest of his stuff later. “You lot need to worry about spiders here?”

“Uh a little bit, not as bad as what you’re used to.” Steve watched as Simon set his shoes upside down by the door before scanning the floor, quietly glad they didn’t have as much deadly wildlife here at home. The guest room was a decent size, the queen bed dressed with fresh sheets and a newly assembled set of dressers tucked in the corner. “If we need more let me know, and I’ll go pick up an extra set.”

“Nah I can make it work, this is too much already mate.” Simon dumped his backpack on the bed, clearly blown away by the generosity.

“Hey, I get it.” The meaning hung heavy in the air as Simon kept his eyes on the floor, and was glad that Steve was not one to press. “Need a drink or anything?”

“No, I’m fine.” He manages to scrounge up a strangled thing of a smile, and Steve places the two suitcases he’d carried in by the door before vanishing without a sound, the door closing with a soft click. Simon wastes no time pulling out a fresh set out lounge clothes and his travel bag before retreating to the bathroom.

The warm water did it’s job washing away the weariness of travel, and for a good minute Simon looks out the window that slowly fogs up, the crashing waves a small comfort. It’s not like back home, not the same sounds of Bondi that had filled many a happy afternoon, not what he heard with a certain kis-

Simon curses and flicks the water so it’s cold, and the sea vanishes behind the condensation as he finishes his shower and shuts the water off. He’s trembling a little when he dries off and slips on his comfort clothes, throwing his phone to charge on the bedside table before crawling under the sheets.

The waves are the last thing he hears before exhaustion finally takes hold, a blinding smile flashing in his mind's eye before Simon drifts into a dreamless sleep.

#hawaii five 0 #danny williams #steve mcgarrett #mcdanno #chin ho kelly #kono kalakaua #city homicide #duncan freeman #simon joyner #duncan x simon #absolutely feral #it's a random older Australian show but dammit I love it #personal

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wellfuckthisshitagain · 2 years

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You know what I miss? I missing hearing Danno sarcastic remakes and witty comebacks to his Steve and the rest of the team crazy crime fighting ideas.

#hawaiifive0 #h5o #alexoloughlin #mcdanno #daniel dae kim #steve x danno #danno #scott caan #danny williams #chin ho kelly #gracepark #kono #steve mcgarrett thigh #steve mcgarrett

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loveisfriendship · 21 days

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Leaving Breadcrumbs behind [12/?]

Author’s Note: Wow, it has been a while…

But nonetheless the love this story still gets is overwhelming and I’ll probably never can make up for it. Here is to a new part.

Enjoy.

Love,

Lis

Leaving Breadcrumbs behind Masterlist

“Hey Kono, did you find anything that needs a password?” Steve asks, after he hung up with Hawkeye.

“So far nothing. Why?“ she asks, double checking everything again, just to make sure.

“We just got a password from Hawkeye that (Y/N) left. If anything pops up, let me know.” Steve answers, as Kono nods. Steve turns around as he hears the other entering the HQ again.

“Anything new?” Steve asks them.

“No, nothing in the houses. No more clues.” Danny answers.

“Sorry, Steve.” Chin says, giving Steve a pat on the shoulder.

“Thanks. But I didn’t think there would be more.” Steve answers, giving Chin a forced smile. Before they can continue, Joe arrives and has two Navy Officers with him.

“Commander McGarrett, nice to see you alive and well.” One of the Officers says, making Steve clench his jaw.

“Yeah, well, let’s leave it at that.” Steve answers, standing straight.

“Steve, these are Lieutenant Rath and Lieutenant Wily.” Joe introduces them.

„They have reportedly been handling the case we are working on.” Joe continues, keeping it vague and giving Steve a specific look, making it clear to not give away too much information. Steve sends another look to Kono, who puts up the Screensaver on all the screens and putting the letters and everything else beneath it.

“Nice to meet you Lieutenants. We hope you can explain to us what has been going on with my fiancée, that made her shoot me in the first place.” Steve greets them with a tight smile, challenging them to lie to him. Everybody of the 5-0 team, gathered next to him, including Joe. Whereas the Lieutenants stood opposite of them.

“Commander McGarrett, we can assure you, that we didn’t know, that she would turn to such drastic measures.” Lieutenant Wily says, trying to calm the atmosphere.

“Really, then enlighten me and tell me what you did know or expect to happen?” Steve answers.

“Sorry to say this Commander, but we are not allowed to just give out this information to anyone.” Lieutenant Rath said sternly, making Joe and Steve scoff.

“We are not just anyone, are we? I am her father and he is her future husband.” Joe snaps, taking a step towards Rath, eyeing him up and down.

“Nonetheless, we are not allowed to give out classified information.” Rath responds, getting closer to Joe as well, being practically in his face.

“Oh well, if that is the case…” Steve starts as he takes step towards the Lieutenants and Joe takes a step back. “Take us to someone who can.” Steve says, both SEALs standing straight trying to intimidate the Lieutenants in front of them.

Somewhere in the jungle…

“What do you mean until yesterday?” JJ asks concerned at the phrase and your behavior.

“That what it cost me to get to you… I was engaged to Steve.” You answer, new tears flowing down your cheeks.

“What happened?” your brother asks, grabbing your shoulders and making you look at him.

“I shot him…” you answer, starting to sob and loosing the strength in you legs and falling to the floor. Thankfully not hard, as JJ catches you as much as he can with the strength that is left in him.

“…and he is dead.” You sob into his shoulders, as he puts one arm around your shoulders and grabs the back of your hand with his other hand, trying to sooth you.

“Oh, (Y/N/N).” he answers, giving you a kiss on your hair.

“I miscalculated my shot…” you hiccup, trying to gain composure. “I shot him with my eyes close, but I apparently miscalculated. I saw him clearly and I did shoot him with my closed eyes on purpose. But I practiced beforehand and never missed. And now… I killed Steve.” You sob and you brush away your tears with your sleeve.

“Are you really sure?” he asks, moving your chin up with his hand, to make you look at him.

“What do you mean?” you sniff. “That’s what Wo Fat told me and I saw Steve on the ground before I ran. I didn’t see where I hit him in that moment.”

“When I know one thing, then that you never miss. Or miscalculate your shot.” JJ answers, grabbing your head again.

„And the other thing I know is that from all people Wo Fat is not to be trusted. He might have lied, to break you.” He continues.

“You think I didn’t kill him?” you look into his eyes, your mind racing, that of course your brother is right and you can’t trust Wo Fat with anything he tells you.

“I think, that you are the best shot the Army ever had. And when I still know my sister after all these years, than yes, I think you didn’t miscalculate.” He answers, giving you a smile and pulling you into another hug. You hug him back and when you pull back, you both stand up again.

“Okay, but whatever the case. We need to think about how we can get out of here.” you say, making your brother grin.

“Now THAT is my sister talking.” He says and you grin back. With some littler glimmer of hope inside of you, you start discussing what JJ knows about the surroundings, that Wo Fat and his minions.

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#steve mcgarrett #steve mcgarrett x reader #danny williams #kono kalakahua #joe white #leaving breadcrumbs behind #lis writes #hawaii 5 0 #hawaii five o #hawaii 50

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sweetandabitspycho · 1 year

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Masterlist Hawaii Five-0

Main Masterlist

Steve McGarrett

Not So Relaxing Saturday

Fluffy!

#steve mcgarrett x reader #hawaii five 0 #hawaii five o imagine #Kono Kalakaua x reader #Kono Kalakaua imagine #Chin Ho Kelly x Reader

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child-of-of-the-sunshine · 4 months

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Mini McGarrett (Rewrite) (New Normal)

New Cover:

aesthetic:

#steve mcgarrett x oc!daughter #hawaii five 0 #danny williams #h50 #kono kalakaua #chin ho kelly #lou grover #jerry ortega #Hawaii 5-0 #grace williams #rewrite

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brinleyparke · 6 months

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Steve: If a criminal got to you, I'd hunt them down to the ends of the earth so that they could face justice.

Kono: If you asked, I would kill every person in this room without a second thought.

Danny: ... You guys are aware that normal people don't say these things to each other, right?

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crazyk-imagine · 10 months

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Past Fights and Bloodlines

Pairing: Danny Williams x McGarrett!reader, Steve McGarrett x McGarrett!reader (Cousins)

Characters: McGarrett!reader (Cousin), Steve McGarrett, Danny Williams, Chin Ho Kelly, Kono Kalakaua

Warnings: Fluff, hehe I love this so much, Danny and reader met once years ago, I am hinting at the one wresting movie Scott Caan did in the early 2000′s, why was this so much fun to write?, this is purely Hawaii Five-0 crack, Steve acting more like an older brother than he does a cousin, reader wants Danny for herself and Steve can’t stop you, ignore Chin’s one semi cringey comment (no regrets)

Word Count: 1,382

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"There's a fight in town," Steve brings up out of nowhere as you mess with the items on his desk.

"And?"

He watches you, wondering why you’re not as enthused as him. "And? I'm asking if my favorite cousin wants to go."

You glance up at him with furrowed brows. "Steve, I'm you're only cousin."

He rolls his eyes. "So, you wanna go or not?"

"I never said no. Let's go." You push yourself out of your chair.

"It's not for another three hours."

You spin around to stare at him, holding the back of the chair. "Yeah, I know. You're treating me to dinner before we go."

"Oh, am I?"

"You dragged me here for a case, the least you can do is take me to dinner."

"I like her," Danny smiles, standing in the doorway of Steve's office.

"Shut up, Danno."

You take a step away from the chair and smile at your cousin's partner. "Thank you, Daniel."

"Danny," he corrects you.

"Daniel sounds better, I'll use Danny for when you're in trouble. Don't cross me."

He nods and looks away from you. "Don't cross you, got it."

"Now if you'll excuse us. Steven and I are going to dinner and then go to the fight."

"Ooh, where you guys going?"

"Don't know," you shrug. "You wanna come. He's paying."

Steve stands up, trying to chime in. "He doesn't-"

"I'd love to. Thank you for inviting me."

"We have much to talk about."

"Yes, yes we do." He holds his arm out, gesturing for you to go out first.

"Thank you."

"Of course, I'm not an animal."

"No, you are not. You're more polite than some people."

Danny smirks as you two walk by Chin and Kono.

Steve exits his office and mutters to himself. "I'm going to regret this, aren't I?"

"Not at all, boss," Kono pats his shoulder.

"It's going to be an entertaining night for you," Chin adds.

"I don't like you two right now."

"That's okay. We still love you, big Kuhuna."

Steve shakes his head and jogs out of the room, needing to catch up to you two before more bonding happens.

"I'll be back, do either of you want a beer or something?" You ask.

Steve nods, giving you, his order.

"No thank you. I'd like to be able to get through story time without any issues."

You nod. "I'll be back."

It takes you a few minutes before you make it to the seats. "Oh sorry. Excuse me. Coming through." You managed to get on the opposite side from where the others were and sigh, walking back towards them.

"Sorry, excuse me." You start walking down the aisle. "Excuse me."

You're three people away from your crew.

"I finally made- woah."

Danny places his hands on your waist, preventing you from bumping into him and him into you.

You smile at him, "thank you, Daniel."

"No problem."

"Steve, your drink."

Once you get situated, you begin to relax.

You scream and shout for the wrestler you want to win, which makes Danny raise a brow. Not entirely expecting you to be so into it.

You enjoy yourself until someone bumps into you, spilling your food. "Hey, jerkwad."

The guy turns around and shrugs you off.

"You spill my food; you pay for another."

"You're the one that was in my way."

"Are you serious?"

"Go bug someone else lady."

"Oh, you-"

Danny grabs you and pulls you back before you can attack the rude guy as Steve steps forward, taking care of the situation. "Let's not hurt the guy, no matter how rude he was and sit back down."

"I don't even care that he bumped into me, and I spilled my food. It's the price. I paid for Steve's beer and my small snack which is now on the floor-"

"I know. How about this, after the match. I take you out to get something to make up for his jerky behavior."

You spin around in his arms, staring at him for a few seconds. "I think we can arrange that, and I promise I won't keep you for long since you have story time tonight."

"I appreciate that."

"Then it's a date."

"A- a date?"

You think he doesn't want to go on a date with you, making you rethink your question. "Not a date?"

"No, no. I never said that."

"Good, I think we'll have a good time."

"Why're you so happy?" Steve asks you as you step inside.

"No reason. I'm going to bed. Night."

"No, no. Get back here and tell me why Danny just pulled out of my driveway."

"I was on a date."

"You are not allowed to date coworkers."

"I can date whoever I want. It's not like any of you have ever followed that rule."

"This is different-"

"Why? Because I'm your family and you don't want William’s blood to taint the McGarrett bloodline if we ever get that far."

"Oh, gross!"

"Grow up, Steven. He's going to be coming around a lot more, whether you like it or not."

Danny texted you saying he's here.

You walk down the stairs with a pep in your step as you stand in front of the door, fixing your hair (Danny does the same). "Hi, Daniel."

"How many times am I going to tell you to call me Danny."

"Every day, if you'd like."

"Oh, is that right?" He smirks.

"Come on in. I'm about to make coffee. You want some?"

"I would, thank you." He barely takes his eyes off you as you close the door.

“You’re really into the fight, when- uh- when that’d happen?”

You shrug, “I’ve always been into wrestling.”

“You reminded me of this one time; I went when I was a teenager, and I took this guy I knew years ago. We sat next to this girl who was basically like you were yesterday and then my friend came back and bumped into her, spilling everything she got all over the lap.”

“The same thing happened to me. My family and I just moved to this one town and my dad was working while mom was doing her thing in the navy. I was having a bad day and I- wrestling was my only out. I never participated in it but watching it was my escape. Anyway, this dumbass came around and bumped into me. His friend pulled him away before I could, well, do anything.”

“Oh, really?” He asks with interest. “The girl my friend ran into reached over me and socked him. I think-”

That reminds you of the scar on your hand. “Yeah, and I ripped my knuckle on his braces.”

“- She ripped her knuckle on his braces.”

Your eyes widen. “Holy.”

“Wow.”

You clap your hands together. "How about breakfast?"

"Are you cooking?"

"Steve's not back from his run yet, so it'll be me cooking."

"I'll accept."

You push him away, letting him settle on top of the counter on the side of the stove. "How about you make the coffee and I work on breakfast?"

"Deal."

"Do you know how the coffee machine works?"

"I think I can figure it out."

"Great, you get started on the coffee and I'll do my thing."

Steve locks the door behind him and opens his mouth to call out for you, only to hear laughter coming from the kitchen. He rolls his eyes and wanders to the kitchen. "I don't like this."

"Too bad. He's hot and I like him."

"Please don't ever say that again."

"No, please say it again. I'm what?" Danny smiles at you.

"You're hot and I like you."

"Thank you. You, yourself look phenomenal."

"You're such a charmer."

"I'm going to the office before I need to bleach my eyes."

"Okay, just hope we don't need to bleach the kitchen."

Danny's eyes widen and his jaw drops.

You cover his mouth and quietly shush him. "Go along with it," you whisper.

"If I smell even a drop of-"

"Go away, Steve." He shakes his head and walks out of his house, trying to erase any kind of traumatic vision you put in his mind.

"Did you figure out the coffee machine?"

"I think I broke it."

"I'll buy him a new one later."

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A Well Kept Secret

This is not a request this is an idea I came up with and it wasn’t supposed to be this long but I started writing and just couldn’t stop. Please let me know how it is it would mean a lot. Warnings: smut mxf, oral (m and f receiving), slight choking, praise kink, sir and commander kink, a little bit of dirty talk, teasing, and probably more that I can’t remember lol

I leaned back in my seat all but shaking with excitement and nervousness as the speaker over the intercom announced that we would be landing momentarily and to buckle out seat belts. As the plane landed I looked at the shining diamond laced wedding band sitting on my ring finger all alone.

After I got my bags I waited outside the airport for the taxi that I had called, as I was waiting I closed my eyes and smelled the salty ocean air. God I missed this. Once the taxi pulled up I loaded my bags and then hoped in the back seat buzzing with a mix of emotions. Once I told the driver where to go I leaned back in my seat and enjoyed the view of the island I’ve heard so much about. Although I looked calm and maybe a little anxious on the outside a thousand questions were circling their way around my mind. What if he isn’t happy to see me? What if he forgot about me? Does he still love me?

The questions I had left my mind as the taxi pulled up to the Palace. I handed the driver money and got my bags out of the trunk before taking a deep breath and walking towards the entrance pulling my suitcase with my carry-on strapped to the bars behind me. As I entered the building many people looked in my direction but I ignored them as I walked to the front desk.

The woman sitting there looked at me with a questioning look while eyeing up my bags before asking, “How may I help you?”

I smiled nervously before saying I’m looking for 5-0 headquarters. She smiled and said they’re on the third floor and I’d be happy to give you a visitors badge but those will need to stay down here.” I looked down to my luggage and realized how bad that must look pulling a suitcase into the headquarters of 5-0. I smiled and nodded before saying, “Of course, I’m sorry I came straight from the airport and didn’t have anywhere else to put my luggage.” She relaxed a little before smiling and said, “That’s quite alright, let me take those to the back until you come back for them and I’ll get you a visitors badge. I’ll be back in just a moment.”

As I watched her walk away with my suitcase I spun my ring in circles out of nervousness and excitement while tapping my foot. True to her word she came back within a couple minutes with my badge and said, “Just get in the elevator hit floor three and walk through the glass doors and you’ll be at your destination.” I all but bounced on the balls of my feet as she handed me the badge before spinning around and hurrying to the elevator.

When the doors opened I stepped out of the elevator and was standing in front of two glass doors. I put my hand on the handle before taking a deep breath to try and calm the butterflies rampaging around in my stomach before pulling the door open and stepping inside.

As I walked forward I saw the 5-0 seal on the ground and smiled a proud smile before continuing on to find three people standing around a smart computer none of whom I was looking for. I wrung my hands nervously before clearing my throat earning the groups attention. As they looked at me curiously I looked at them before swallowing and saying, “I’m looking for Lt. Commander Steve McGarrett.” The blonde man went to answer before a voice from behind me interrupted him by saying, “That’s me, how may I help you today ma’am?”

I turned around to look at him and watched as recognition lit up his eyes. I took the chance to get a look at him, he looked the same yet different, he seemed more depressed than the last time I saw him. I swallowed hard trying to fight back the tears as I knew I was partially to blame for that.

He looked at me with disbelief in his eyes before cautiously taking a small step forward as he choked out, “Y/N?”

I smiled as my lips trembled holding back the sobs that were threatening to escape as I said, “Yeah, Stevie it’s me.”

I watched as the tears that were shining in his bright blue eyes started to overflow and before I know it I’m in his arms with my head tucked in his neck with my arms wrapped tightly around his waist and one of his arms encircling my waist and the other holding the back of my head as he buried his face in my hair as both are bodies shook with sobs.

After a few minutes we pull apart and he studies my face as if he’s memorizing it like it’s the last time he’ll see it and I’m quickly reminded of why I didn’t wear makeup today.

After a few seconds of looking me over in my simple jean shorts, flowy white tank top, and flip flops he grabs my face and pulls me in for a long overdue kiss. As are lips melded together our tears mixed together as we started crying out of joy glad to be back in the others arms.

When we pulled apart he said, “God you don’t know how much I’ve missed you.” And then his face paled slightly as he swallowed before asking, “Is it over or do you have to leave again?”

A smile broke through on my face as I nodded my head before saying, “It’s over Steve. I’m back. For good.”

I watched as the smile I missed so much graced his face before he pulled me into another quick hug and a peck on the lips before saying, “Thank God.”

Our celebration was cut short when the blonde I had briefly met earlier asked, “What the hell is going on?”

Steve and I glanced at each other before facing the three people still standing in their spots looking at us like they just saw a dinosaur rise from the dead. Steve cleared his throat before wiping his eyes and saying, “Danny, Chin, and Kono,” as he said each name he gestured to them to let me know who was who, “I’d like you to meet Y/N…..my wife.”

The response was filled with questions and wife flying from everyone’s mouth. As Steve tries to quiet them down they only seemed to get louder so he finally straightened up before yelling, “QUIET!” I looked at him biting my lip as my eyes darkened a little remembering just how hot he was when he was dominant. He made eye contact with me and when he saw me biting my lip I watched as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back a little trying to control himself. To everyone else he looked annoyed but I knew that he was really trying to keep himself from taking me right here.

After he calmed down he said, “Now we’re all going to calm down and then you can ask questions which Y/N and I will be glad to answer. Everyone nodded their head as they gathered closer together in front of us.

Steve looked and said, “Danny.”

Danny looked between us and said, “When did you get married?”

Steve and I looked at each other before smiling and he answered, “We got married three and a half years ago on November 8th.”

Everyone looked shocked before Kono spoke up and said, “If you’re married where’s the ring boss.”

I looked at Steve before smiling and saying, “Ah that reminds me.” I pull the necklace out from under my shirt to reveal a sparkling black band. I took the necklace off and slid the ring into my hand before grabbing his left hand and placing the ring where it belonged. He looked at me and smiled before unzipping one of the many pockets on his cargo pants and pulling out the shining diamond engagement ring he used to propose to me four years ago. He gently grabbed my hand and slid it back onto my finger and a small clink was heard when it hit my wedding band. I looked at my hand in the light and smiled as I was reminded of the night he proposed.

Steve smiled and held up our hands before saying, “Right here.”

Everyone looked at each other before Danny spoke up again saying, “Okay I think I can speak for all of us when I say, I have absolutely no fucking clue as to what is going on.” Everyone nodded their head in agreement to signify they agreed with Danny.

I looked at Steve before saying, “I’m starving, how about we tell them everything over lunch?” Steve nodded in agreement knowing that if I got to hungry I got extremely moody.

As we walked out of the building with Danny, Chin, and Kono following us like puppy dogs everyone watched curious as to who I was and why I was with the infamous Commander. I was walking with my hand grasped in Steve’s until I stopped abruptly face palming making Steve look at with a questioning look. “My suitcase is still in there.,” I said as I gestures towards the building. Steve chuckled before leading us back to the front desk. As we waited there for the receptionist a friendly looking man passed by saying hello to Steve before looking at me curiously since I was tucked securely into Steve’s side with my arms wrapped around his waist. I pulled away from Steve before offering my hand as I said, “Sorry, I’m Y/N McGarrett, it’s lovely to meet you.” He looked at me to Steve to back at me. Steve chuckled before saying, “Duke this is my wife.” The man’s eyes widened as he verified that he did in fact hear Steve correctly.

After another thirty minutes I was all but begging Steve to leave as my stomach was greatly protesting at how empty it was. Steve payed no mind to me as he talked to Duke. I furrowed my eyebrows as I stepped closer to Steve to whisper in his ear, “Steve I’m hungry and tired, but more importantly I’m fucking horny and watching you gesture wildly with your hands when I know just what they can do to me is not helping. I haven’t had sex in two and a half years and I swear if you don’t hurry up I will find somebody else.” I pulled away and smiled politely at Duke and walked over towards the group of 5-0 members that too wanted Steve to hurry up so they could figure out the story between us. I watched as Steve kept side-eying me while he desperately tries to get out of the conversation as he was now worked up wanting to go home but knowing he had one more thing to take care of before he could take care of his wife. Steve finally got out of the conversation and all but pulled me out the door with my suitcase as he yelled over his shoulder at his team to meet us at Kamekonas.

When Steve had opened the door for me and then got in the truck himself he quickly started the drive. Before he even got out of the parking lot he already had his hand on my thigh and slowing inching his way up to my crotch. I grabbed his hand to pretend I had no idea what he was doing and that I innocently wanted to hold his hand. When he glanced at me and saw the innocent look in my eyes he let out low groan before shifting in his seat trying to find a position that relieved the tension in the front of his pants. He looked at me again before groaning out and saying, “God I hate when you do that.”

I looked at him innocently and asked, “Do what?”

He again groaned before saying, “You know what. You’ve always had that damn ability to look so innocent when I know you’re not and it drives me crazy because all I can think about is,” he cut himself off with yet another low groan before I continued for him, “Can only think of what? Me, kneeling in front of you sucking you off while I look up at you with your hand tangled in my hair and my nails digging into your thigh as I moan around you and maybe if I’m allowed I’m touching myself to get some form of friction?” When I finish my sentence I bat my eyelashes innocently just like I do when I suck him off. He moans loudly while his hand squeezes my thigh as he’s trying not to lose control as he stuttering out a broken yes. I hummed before leaning over and whispering in his ear, “Don’t worry baby as soon as we get home I’ll suck you off, I promise.” As I sit back in my seat I gently brush my hand across his hard on putting just enough pressure to give him friction but not enough to help his situation. He throws his head back before saying, “Do we have to go? Can’t we just go home?” I shot him a look that told him absolutely not he huffed before putting both hands on the steering wheel to try and ground himself.

When we pull up to the food truck I see that it’s a shrimp truck and all but run out of the truck and stand in front of the truck waiting on Steve while I’m bouncing excitedly. When he gets out of the truck I see him fixing his pants to try and hide his hard on. When he gets to me he chuckles before saying, “I thought you would like it.” I nod enthusiastically before I hear Danny say, “I assume she likes shrimp.” Steve laughs and says, “I’d say so, for like a month that’s all she would eat because she had never had it before, that’s what I’ve heard anyways she did that when she was like six.” Danny chuckled before heading over to the truck to order. I follow Steve over and he asked me what I wanted, I looked at all the options and I couldn’t choose, “Surprise me.” I kissed him on the cheek before slipping into a picnic table close by.

Within a few minutes everyone was sitting at the picnic table with me and Steve on one side and the other three on the opposite side. I quickly realized there was an extra presence and looked to the side to see a big guy wearing a red apron with his face on a shrimp. I looked at Steve quizzically before he said, “These three spilled the beans so now he’s here for the story too.” You nodded before Steve slid me a basket of garlic buttered shrimp and I squealed in delight before diving right in. Steve just shook his head while chuckling while everyone else just watched in amazement at the fact that someone so little could fit so much into their body.

After about ten minutes I had ate all my shrimp and I was against Steve’s side with my head resting on his shoulder and his left hand on my knee when I got an idea. I laid my hand on his knee acting as if I just want to touch him when in reality I was up to something much less innocent. My plan was momentarily cut off when Danny said, “Okay, I need to know the story behind you two before I explode with curiosity.”

Steve nodded before starting the story, “About five years ago a new SEAL was introduced to my team. That SEAL was Y/N. She was fresh out of training so I still had a lot to teach her. We both had feeling for one another but we were both too stubborn to admit it, neither one of was wanting to make the first move. About three months after she joined the team a mission went south and everyone was shaken up. Y/N the most as her segment was hit the hardest. Most of the men died except two one of them being Y/N. I know she was blaming herself since she was the newest one on the team. So I made sure she was alright and constantly checked in on her. One night I was asleep when I woke up to heavy breathing and what sounded like crying coming from across the room. It was obvious that it was Y/N since it was only me and her in the room. When I called out and didn’t get a response I was about to get up when I heard her coming to me. When she got to me I could see the tear streaks down her face and the guilt in her eyes. I don’t remember how exactly it happened but one thing lead to another and we woke up in the same bed.” Steve cleared his throat as I slid my hand up his thigh until I was over his bulge and that’s when I started applying pressure making his head snap towards me warning me to stop. I just smiled and continued and watched as his eyes seemed to glaze over with a mix of pleasure and anger and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to move for the next few days. He had stopped talking because he couldn’t get through a sentence without losing his train of thought so I felt a little guilty and continued the story for him. “After that everything took off we started dating and within a year we were engaged. After about six months we got married on a navy ship in the middle of the Pacific. We were happily married until about a month before Steve got here. I was called in one day and told that my contract was going to be extended because they were sending me on an undercover mission. I can’t say much as it’s classified,” I got a scoff out of Danny before he muttered, “As always.” I looked at him and he let out a nervous laugh before saying, “Sorry continue.” I started talking again, “The mission required me to go undercover in an organization that I was instructed to take down from the inside out. In order for that to happen I had to be undercover for a very long time,” by this point Steve was biting his lip to keep himself from moaning and I let a small smirk slip out before continuing, “Before we knew what was happening Steve and I were standing in a Navy aerial base saying our goodbyes, similar to our reunion today except our tears then were not of joy and the ring exchange was a little different. Steve knew that it was killing me that I couldn’t take him with me or talk to him, I wasn’t even allowed a picture. So before I boarded the plan Steve took off his ring and gave it to me before saying, ‘Here take this with you, that way you’ll have a tiny piece of me with you for as long as you’re gone.’” I glanced at Steve to see he was getting a little emotional but I couldn’t tell if it was from the story or from the fact that I was relentlessly teasing him with no hope of release anytime soon, “So in turn I took my engagement ring off and gave it to him so he could have a piece of me with him as well. I wore his ring as a necklace and he wore mine in his pants apparently.” Everyone laughed at that except for Steve who was struggling to keep himself from squirming in his seat.

I looked up as Kono asked, “So how long was you undercover op?”

I sighed before answering, “It lasted for two and half long years, I just wrapped it up three weeks ago.” I stopped speaking because I felt Steve grab my hand rubbing his bulge in a death grip before pulling it away from him. I looked at him and saw that he couldn’t take anymore without giving away what had been happening and I could also see that he was in so much discomfort it was starting to hurt, now I felt bad. I decided to finish up the conversation so I could help Steve as soon as possible. “I was going to call Steve while I was finishing up everything in Washington but I knew that we shouldn’t be reunited over a phone call after not having communication for,” I added in a yawn for extra effect before continuing, “two and a half years.” I yawned again before saying, “I’m sorry guys but the jet lag is getting to me. I think it’s time Steve and I get home, wherever that is.”

After we said our goodbyes Steve fixed himself before standing up to grab my hand and lead me to the truck.

Once we were pulling out onto the road I looked at Steve to see he was pissed. I swallowed my anxiety and apologized, “I’m sorry Stevie I didn’t mean for it to go that far. If I knew-,” he cut me off by glaring at me and yelling, “Shut up!” I closed my eyes and choked down a moan as it was clear that even after two and a half years I was still a hopeless sub that loves to be yelled at and dominated. I rub my thighs together for some friction when I feel Steve grab my knee and pull my leg away from the other so I couldn’t continue the friction.

I let out a whimper before pathetically begging, “Please baby. Just let me have a little friction. Please.” I heard a low humorless chuckle pass his lips before he tightened his hold and shot me a look before saying, “Not a chance in hell babe. You’ll be lucky if you even get to come tonight. You know that would be fun, edge you all night and make you wait till morning to cum.” I let out a whine at the thought of not cumming because I knew if I pushed it to hard Steve would hold to his word and I’d be lucky to make it through the night without ending up in tears begging him for a release knowing that he wouldn’t give me one until the sun was rising, it wouldn’t be the first time and more than likely wouldn’t be the last.

With the fear of no release I returned to my rightful role as the sub and leaned back in my seat trying my hardest not to move or make a sound knowing that if I did either I would add fuel to the fire and make tonight the definition of heaven and hell.

When we pulled into the driveway of a beachfront white house I didn’t even take in the scenery the only thing I was interested in locating was the bedroom, but I had a feeling we wouldn’t make it there for awhile.

As soon as Steve got out of the truck he came around to open my door and I muttered out a thank you while he got my suitcase from the backseat. When we got to the door Steve fished the keys out of his pocket before unlocking the door and all but throwing it open. As expected once I was inside the door it was slammed shut right behind me and promptly locked before he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the living room, my suitcase long forgotten. I watched as he unbuckled his belt and pants and let them fall to the floor along with his underwear. I moaned at the sight of him forgetting just how big he was and with his ‘friend’ standing at attention dribbling precum on his stomach and the floor it looked all the more intimidating. He sat on the couch before beckoning me forward. I took timid steps until I was in front of him. Instead of throwing orders at me he slipped out of his dom role and grabbed my hips before asking, “Are you okay with this Y/N/N? If you aren’t we can stop.” I melted on the inside still amazed at how caring he is but frantically shook my head before saying, “No, don’t stop, god please don’t stop.” Steve smirked and like the flip of a switch he slipped back into his role as dom while I eagerly waited for the next step.

Steve used one of his hands to grab the hem of my tank top and ordered me to take it off. Without another thought I stripped out of my tank top leaving me in a black push up bra, shorts, and a drenched thong. Steve was staring at me with so many emotions in his eyes it was hard to pinpoint all of them but I could make out the longing, lust, love, but my personal favorite, happiness. As he was taking in my newly exposed skin I took the time to throw off my flop flops. In doing so I must have moved to much or done something that wasn’t okay with Steve as I felt his hold on my hips tighten. I looked down with wary eyes to be met with clear blue eyes that were not very thrilled. I gulped before tilting my head in question knowing that saying something without permission would not be good for me. He used his hold on my hips to push me down onto my knees. Once I was on my knees I came face to face with his length. I heard him clear his throat and my eyes darted up to meet his, “Did I tell you to take those off,” he said as he gestured to the flip flops on the floor a few feet away. I shook my head no as I looked down. I felt him grab my jaw in between his thumb and index finger and lift my head so my eyes met his before saying, “Use your words pretty girl.” I blushed under his touch at his words before saying, “No sir.” My answer caused him to close his eyes before moaning. I blushed remembering how much he loves being addressed as sir during times like this, however he didn’t like being called sir while we actually had sex. He claims that me moaning his name meant that I not only really wanted it but that I also really wanted him and as a plus it turned him on even more. I didn’t argue with him when he told me this years ago I just smiled loving that I could moan his name and make him more aroused at the same time.

I was broke from my thoughts when he said, “Good girl,” I blushed hard as he praised me before he continued, “but,” after he said but my eyes widened and my face fell at the thought of not being his good girl. He must have noticed how distraught I was at not being good for him because he cupped my face with both hand pushing my hair back before saying, “That’s not what I meant baby, you are and always will be my good girl,” at his words I smiled so wide my cheeks hurt which in turn caused him to smile before he continued, “I was mentioning that I was promised a blow job when we got home.” I nodded my head while he removed his hands and I lowered my head to his length. As my hot breath hit his cock it twitched in need and leaked more precum.

Before doing anything I looked up at Steve to get permission to which he nodded giving me the green light to continue. In an instant my tongue was running up the underside of his cock before kitten licking his tip which caused him to hiss in pleasure while tangling his hand into my hair before pulling my head back hard so that I looked him in his eyes. When we made eye contact he took a deep breath as he stared into my innocent looking eyes before growling out, “Stop teasing.” “ Yes, sir.” Happy with my response he shoves my head down onto his length causing me to choke on him at the sudden intrusion. After calming my gag reflex I started bobbing my head adding suction for additional pleasure. I was in turn rewarded with a loud moan followed by, “That’s my girl. Always willing to get on your knees for me, aren’t you?” His voice deep with arousal paired with his words caused me to moan around him sending vibrations through him.

Before I know it his hand tightens in my hair as he pushes me further down on him causing him to choke out a groan. I added more suction and bobbed my head faster and deeper knowing he was close. I looked up at him through my lashes knowing it drove him crazy. His eyes met mine and he threw his head back with a throaty moan and within seconds his salty cum filled my mouth. I looked up at him with my mouth full and swallowed once we made eye contact. He groaned and grabbed my face pulling me up to meet his awaiting lips. As the kiss grew more heated he pulled me onto his lap causing me to straddle him. The feeling of his length growing against my thigh caused me to to moan into his mouth. I felt his legs moving under me and wondered what he was doing. My question was soon answered when I heard his belt hit the floor a couple feet away. I slid my hands down his chest to the hem of his dark blue T-shirt before looking in his eyes asking a silent question.

At the okay to remove his shirt I slid back onto the floor earning me a questioning look from the man above me. I payed no mind to him and started lifting his shirt and with every new patch of skin revealed I placed a kiss on his torso until I got to his chest and pulled back to lift his shirt over his head. With Steve’s help the shirt was quickly discarded on the floor next to our other clothes. I leaned back on my knees and cursed, “Fuck,” how the hell is he more fit now than he was back in the navy. He smirked before pulling me back onto his lap.

Once I was straddling his hips he quickly unclamped my bra and threw it before he flipped us so that I was laying under him on the couch. As he hovered over me he looked me over before saying, “How is it that you look even more beautiful than the last time I saw you?” I felt a blush crawl up my chest to my face at the words of his praise. As he continued talking he ran his left hand down my face which I nuzzled into out of both a need and a want. I closed my eyes as he ran his thumb over my cheek before I felt his weight disappear. My eyes snapped open in alarm as I propped myself up on my elbows. I was met with the sight of Steve kneeling on the couch at my feet. “What’s wrong?” His eyes snapped to mine and I swallowed hard scared that he was going to yell at me for talking without permission, instead I was met with a goofy grin, “Just thinking about the best way to take these off.” As he spoke he ran his finger down the crotch of my shorts with just enough pressure to stimulate my clit. I moaned out and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I looked back down as I felt him lower himself onto my legs. His eyes stared into mine as he unbuttoned my jean shorts with his mouth before taking the fly in his mouth to unzip them. I moaned trying and failing to not break eye contact.

When I made eye contact again he was sitting up to kneel at my feet once again. Once situated he grabbed the top of my shorts and slowly pulled them down while running his hands down my legs. I lifted my hips to help him and when he successfully got them off he threw them onto the floor and then turned his attention to my thong. When he went to pull them down he peeled them from my soaked core. He looked at me before saying, “Jesus princess, did you cum in your shorts?” Ashamed that he knew my secret I looked away from his sparkling eyes. He reached up and turned my head to face him. When we made eye contact he smirked and said, “I’m not mad baby, in fact I feel fucking accomplished to make you cum without any stimulation. I didn’t give you any and I know you didn’t touch yourself because I saw your hands the whole time.”

I blushed and looked away again still feeling embarrassed. “Trust me baby there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, it’s honestly hot.” I looked at him to see if he was lying but I saw the sincerity in his eyes along with the fact he was staring at my core with little to no blue left in his eyes.

Once he met my eyes he knelt back before spreading my legs. At the sight of my glistening core and wet thighs he moaned, “Holy fucking shit.” I blushed again while he picked up my right leg. He kissed my ankle and slowly worked his way up to my core but instead of touching me he ignored it and kisses down my other leg causing me to squirm in need. When he kissed his way back up he slammed my hips down with his hands hard enough that I knew there would be bruises in the morning which caused me to release a moan knowing that there would be many more before morning. Once he pinned my hips down he started kissing the inside of my left leg right above the knee but instead of sweet innocent kisses like before he was sucking and biting marks into my skin. When he was satisfied with his work he moved to my other leg and continued his pleasurable torture. The more marks he left the louder my moans got and the heavier my breathing got. By the time he was satisfied with his work I was a panting moaning mess. Instead of stopping like I thought he would he continues his way up to my hip before sucking a mark there right above his thumb that was holding my down and then switching over to my other hip to leave a matching mark. When satisfied with those marks he kissed right below my belly button before sucking and licking his way up my abdomen. By the time he reaches my boobs my abdomen was scattered with multiple marks . When he got to the underside of my boobs he left a sweet kiss under each one before turning his attention to my right boob. He swirled his tongue around my nipple before biting it and pulling it back causing me to arch my bag and let out a pleasures scream. When he released it he kissed it before doing the same thing to my other boob. When he was satisfied with his ministrations he sucked his way across my chest leaving a few more marks until he landed on my collarbone. Once there he bit and sucked his way to the base of my neck where he sucked the biggest mark yet onto my neck. As he made his way up he left more marks until he reached my ear. He took my earlobe into his teeth before slowly pulling away and then pulled back a little to hover over my face.

By the time he was done me throat was raw from the moans and screams that he pulled from me no doubt them being the reason he took his time. I looked into his face with tear filled eyes, panting. He cooed when he saw the tears that were slipping down my face, “What’s the matter sweet girl?” I choked out a sob before begging, “Please!” He smirked before asking, “Please what, baby? Use your words, tell me what you want.” I shook in need while saying, “Touch me, please, Steve, please touch me!”

“Baby, I have been.”

I cried out in frustration before shaking my head, “No.” I knew he wanted me to say it but I couldn’t get the words out.

His gaze hardened at my defiance, “What do you mean no? Do you want a release or do you want me to go take a shower, alone?” I nodded my head and then shook my head at each question. He looked at me intensely before saying, “Then tell me where you want me.”

I let another sob rack my body as I stuttered out, “M-my pussy.” He looked at me with a raised eyebrow unsatisfied with my answer I cried out again, “Yours, you’re pussy.”

He smirked as his hand traveled down to cup my core before he asked, “What do you want? My fingers? My mouth? Or both?”

I whimper because I know he knows what I want. I take a shaky breath before saying, “Both.” He grins like a Cheshire Cat before sliding down my body until his mouth is positioned in front of my dripping core. With his hot breath on my throbbing core I throw my head back as my legs shake. He uses his hands to hold my legs open before he uses his nose to rub my clit. I know he wants one more thing before he gives me what i want so I give it to him, “Please baby, please touch me, let me cum I swear I’ll be a good girl. Please.” I cried out the last part and without another second Steve’s mouth is on my licking up all arousal and my eyes roll to the back of my head and I grab onto his hair as I let out the loudest moan I’ve ever heard. At the sound of my moan Steve groaned into my core causing my legs to shake. Steve shoves his tongue into my tight hole circling it and moving it from side to side inside me before latching on to my clit earning a scream out of my raw throat. It didn’t take long before the knot in my stomach was tight and I was close. Steve must have felt it because he shoves his middle and index finger into me hitting my g-spot on the first try. I open my mouth in a silent scream as my legs shake. He pulls back just enough to say, “Cum for me princess.” I pull his hair as I release so hard on his fingers I can tell that I just squirted all over his hand and mouth. He lets out a groan as he licks my clit to help me ride out my high.

My sweaty skin is sticking to the leather as I reach for Steve. He slips out of his role as dom and crawls up my body with his hair spiked up in a thousand different ways and his chin shining with my cum. He smiles before licking his lips and kissing me. I grab his shoulders and pull him down closer to me until our chests are squished together. I take one of my hand and run it through his hair as I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him down until his cock is rubbing against my folds. He pulls away smiling before saying, “Damn woman, already?” I smile before pecking his lips and saying, “Mhmm, I better get at least two more orgasms before we’re done, and if you can go as long as you used to you’ll have time to give me three.” He smirked as he took that as a challenge before saying, “I’ll make sure to make it four before the nights over.” I smile and chuckle before saying, “You better get to work you have three to go.”

Steve props himself up on his hands as I use my hand to guide his length to my entrance. Before he continues he asks, “How long has it been since something this big has been in you?” Sure I’ve used toys but none that were close to the size of him and from the look on face he can tell. He brushes a strand of hair out of my face before saying, “It’s going to hurt, so if it get too much let me know.” I smile at the fact that after what just happened he’s still concerned about me. I take his hand and kiss his wrist before saying, “I know baby, I’ll be okay.” He still looked concerned but he nods his head before dipping down to kiss me. As he kisses me I feel the head of his cock stretching me more than I’ve been accustomed to for two and a half years. I slam my eyes shut and dig my nails into his shoulders at the sting of the stretch. I whimper and little as he continues and he starts praising me to take my mind off the pain, “Look at you baby, taking me so good like the good girl that you are.” I moan as he stills in me when all of him is in and the pain starts to subside. I open my eyes to see Steve holding himself back. I know this has to be hard on him he hasn’t had anything besides his hand for almost three years.

I pull his head down to me and kiss his lips and then leave little kisses up his jawline until I get to his ear. I take his earlobe into my mouth similar to what he did earlier before whispering, “It’s okay baby, I’m okay, you can let go.” He takes a shaky breath as I continue down his neck until I hit his sweet spot right below his jaw. He lets out a moan before choking out, “I don’t want to hurt you.” God I love this man, “It’s okay Steve I trust you.” He nodded before he started moving slowly I dug my nails into his back and bit his shoulder to keep from making pained noises knowing it would make Steve stop. He noticed anyways and stopped and I shook my head before muttering against his neck, “Keep going, the pains almost gone.” Which wasn’t a lie I was starting to get a taste of the pleasure I know him and him alone can give me. He nodded and continued and within a minute my pained grunts turned into pleasure filled moans. At the change of my noises he started moving a little faster. I grabbed his hair towards the base of his neck before moaning, “Faster, go faster.” He quickly obeyed and picked up the pace causing me to run my nails down Steve’s back and from the hiss that left his mouth I definitely left red marks and possibly a little blood. I would have apologized but I know he likes it.

As Steve rails me into the couch his dirty talk and praises don’t die down at all. “Look at you baby. Your hair sprawled all over the place and your face glowing. You’re absolutely beautiful.” “That’s my good girl taking me so good.” “I bet you’ve thought about this for a long time haven’t you. Planning how you were going to get me all riled up and fuck you till you can’t walk.” “You’re so fucking tight.”

I moaned out while throwing me head back leaving my throat vulnerable, Steve saw the opportunity and took it. I choked out another moan as Steve applied just the right amount of pressure to my throat for my climax to hit full force. Steve groaned as I tightened around him causing him to bury his face in my neck. Steve rode out my high and kept going. Within minutes I was close again and I could tell he was too. His thrusts got sloppier and his breathing changed to panting. I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him while I pulled his hips down into me harder causing him to let go and filling me with his cum as I fall over the edge again. Steve rides out both our highs before collapsing on me but holding himself up enough to not squish me.

After a couple minutes of soaking in the bliss of our climaxes and the feeling of being in each others arms. Steve propped himself up to look into my eyes as his blue eyes looked into my Y/E/C eyes he smiled a love filled smile before kissing me like we kissed on our wedding day, short and filled with love. When he pulls away he says, “I love you, so much that it hurts.” I smile and wrap my arms around his neck and answer, “I love you too, and it hurts me too but it’s the best kind of pain I’ve ever felt.” He chuckled and kissed my nose before sitting up and sitting at my feet. I quickly get up and crawl on his lap and lay my head on his chest and listen to his racing heart. He wraps his arms around my waist and I realize something and sit up and look in his eyes with a mischievous look he raises his eyebrow in question, “You still owe me an orgasm.” He smirks before saying, “Oh baby, I’m not even close to finished with you yet, I have two and a half years to make up for.” My eyes widen as he stands up holding me and I cling onto him like a koala bear. He chuckles as he walks up the stairs and to his bedroom. He lays me on the bed before kissing me gently and I know we aren’t about to have sex, we’re about to make love.

(The next morning)

I woke up with my head on a chest and my legs tangled with someone else’s legs. I smile as I remember I’m home where I belong in the arms of my husband. I look up to see he’s still asleep. I kiss his chest before making my way to his neck where I start sucking until I hear him moan. I look up to see his sleep filled eyes staring at me. “Morning Y/N/N.” I rub my thighs together from the sound of his morning voice and feel the sting in between my legs from last night events. I move to lay on the pillow beside him so I can look at him and yawn out a, “Morning.” He smiles and pulls closer with his hand holding me close I wrap my arm around his torso. “So, what are your plans now that you’re done with the Navy?” I think about it before shrugging my shoulders, “I don’t know. I never really thought about that I just thought about coming home to you.”

He looked at me with a look in his eyes that tells me he has a plan and has had it for a little while now, “Well what are your thoughts on joining 5-0?”

I smile wide and excitedly ask, “Really?! You wouldn’t mind?”

“Baby why on earth would I mind? I get to keep you close to me all day everyday and maybe sneak a few rendezvous in here and there.”

I playfully slap his chest before saying, “Steven!”

“Whatttt? I know you secretly love the possibility of getting caught.”

I blush and ask, “When do I start Commander?”

The way he pulls me tighter against him tells me Commander will be entering bedroom talk. I swallow a chuckle when he says, “As soon as you want.”

I smile, “I want to start as soon as I go pee.”

He chuckles and nods. When I go to get up out of bed it’s clear to me that I can stand, barely, but I can’t walk.”

Steve sees my face and sits up and asks panicked, “What’s wrong?!”

I look at him and blush before muttering I can’t walk under my breath, “What? I couldn’t hear you.” I look at him and see that he honestly didn’t hear me. I sighed before saying, “I can’t walk.” He looks at me and a smirk crosses his face as he gets out of bed and picks me up bridle style scrunching his my shirt up to reveal I’m not wearing anything underneath. He smirks yet again and walks to the bathroom, “Maybe you should wait to start 5-0 till tomorrow.” I nod my head while smirking when it registers that he will be working at home won’t be working today.

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incorrect-mcdanno · 1 year

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Kono: I've never been more proud of you for anything in your lives guys.

Danny: I mean... We've solved a lot of cases with you.

[Steve nodds next to him]

Kono: And yet crime has continued.

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theatrediva1975 · 1 year

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Redemption | Chapter 5

BACK IN BLACK

As they started the drive back to the house, Sam finally felt herself starting to calm down, finally compartmentalizing as she had been taught. Her breathing under control, her heart rate slower, Sam took a deep breath and watched the beautiful scenery of the island go by. She also started formulating a plan on what she needed to do moving forward.

Mae glanced over at her passenger. She knew Sam was up to something in that brain of hers. Hoping to distract her a little longer, hoping she could stop ‘crazy’ from happening the minute they stepped over the threshold, Mae pondered what she could say to catch Sam off guard. Throw her a little. So, she went for the jugular.

“He looked damn good,” Mae said, with a little growl in her voice.

Sam barked out a laugh that ended up in a snort, causing both women to bust out laughing. “Yeah. Yeah, he did,” Sam conceded, quietly. “He definitely filled out those dress blues nicely.”

“I noticed you guys didn’t talk much,” she fished.

“Nah. It’s okay. I did what I came to do,” Sam replied. The hint of sadness in her voice was different than Mae had heard the past few days. This sadness had nothing to do with John and everything to do with Steve. Mae had been there for the four years between the deaths of the Devereauxs and Doris McGarrett. She had seen what an utter handful Sam and Steve had been together, but they were also so loyal to each other, always looking out for each other, always there when the other needed it. Mae knew how heartbroken Sam had been when Steve left, when John sent him away. To Mae, it seemed as if it was a loss Sam never truly got over.

Seeing Sam slip back into a melancholy she was scared would start to consume her, Mae went for another distraction. “How about we stop at Kimo’s for lunch? I think we could use the sustenance,” Mae said.

“Sure, Mae, that sounds good,” Sam responded with a small smile.

After lunch at their favorite little café, Mae suggested taking a walk along the beach, once again stalling for time to get Sam’s frame of mind straight. “Mae, do I really look like I’m in beach walking attire?” Sam asked with a lopsided grin, gesturing to the rather warm dress uniform she was still wearing. Mae acquiesced.

“Ah, you’re right. Sorry. I imagine you’re a little itchy and probably about to keel over from the heat stroke,” Mae joked.

“Um, yep, pretty accurate,” Sam chuckled as she looped her left arm through Mae’s right. They made their way to the car and headed for home.

Sam once again couldn’t keep her eyes off the house next door as they passed. She had come up with a few ideas while at lunch, in between Mae’s constant barrage of stories of old family friends. Sam knew Mae was trying to distract her. Sam also knew that Mae knew it wasn’t going to work but she was going to try anyway. Just another reason Sam loved and revered her Aunt Mae. The woman didn’t know when to quit, when to take no for an answer and she absolutely refused to give up, no matter what. I guess that’s where I get it from, Sam thought with a smile.

Once inside the house, Sam made her way upstairs, making excuses about wanting to get changed and rest. Mae knew better but she was also keenly aware of the fact that not one single thing she said or did was going to change Sam’s mind. Mae just hoped she didn’t have to arrange to have bail money at the ready before the afternoon was over.

“Well sweetie, if you’re going to lie down for a bit, I think I’m going to make some tea and follow suit, if you don’t mind. I’m sure if you can’t rest, you’ll find something…constructive to do.”

Sam snickered. Mae Devereaux would have made a good agent. Hmm, maybe she had been at some point, given all the traveling she did when Sam was young. I never thought of running her through any databases, Sam thought, only half-jokingly. But, for the moment, she simply said, “I understand. It’s been a rough morning. Get some rest.”

Mae smiled at her and went into the kitchen, shaking her head and sighing.

Sam climbed the stairs to her room and peeled off the blazing hot uniform. Pulling her hair out of the tight, headache-inducing French twist, she put it back into a ponytail. After throwing on a black ensemble of a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, she changed into her favorite pair of matching boots. Back in black, Sam thought as she looked in the mirror. After running an inventory of what she needed through her head, she changed her mind and stripped off the jeans for a more practical pair of cargo pants. She loaded them up with her lock picks, phone for photos, a small flashlight, and she grabbed her badge just to be safe. Sliding her Glock into the back of her waistband, pulling her t-shirt over the outline of the gun, she waited until she heard Mae close her door before she left her own room. Sam quietly went downstairs and walked into the oversized pantry, pulling out a few pairs of gloves. Mae loved to cook and ate her steak as bloody as the next guy, but she was completely grossed out by actually having to touch raw meat. Sam said a silent thanks that she always had a bulk supply of food grade, nitrile gloves stashed away. They were nearly identical to the black latex gloves she had used at crime scenes over the years.

Sam walked out the back French doors, making a beeline for the edge of the fence that separated the Devereaux property from the McGarrett’s. Sam stuck her head around and made sure the yard was empty and quietly made her way along the fence line, ducking under the police tape on the lanai and knelt at the back door, pulling on the gloves. She made quick work of picking the lock, silently stepping into the home she knew like the back of her hand. After all, she had basically grown up in this house, spending just as much time there as her own.

Taking a deep breath, Sam advanced into the den. A sob stuck in her throat as she stood in the space where John, the man who had saved her life, had lost his in one of the ugliest, most violent of ways. She felt cold standing there, as if with his death, the warmth that had always wrapped itself around her had died, too. What had once been her safe space, now, wasn’t. Victor Hesse took that away. It was no more evident than the moment Sam’s eyes settled on the wall. Like a punch to the gut, a wave of nausea swept over Sam as she stared at the blood. John’s blood. Before any further invasive thoughts sprung to mind, she was spared by a noise coming from the garage. Like a flip of a switch, Sam was back in complete control of her faculties. She yanked off her gloves, stuffed them in her pocket and grabbed her Glock out of her waistband.

Sam quietly released the safety on the gun and stealthily made her way to the garage door. Listening carefully, it sounded as though whoever was in the garage was around the Marquis. She heard the rustle of the car cover being removed. Man, John loved that car. She had spent hours with him in the garage after Munich. John had dragged her into the project, believing that somehow, some way, it would help Sam’s healing begin. And as usual, John had been right. They continued to work on the car when Sam would come home for holidays or vacations from LA, hoping they would be able to take it out at some point.

Shaking the newest flood of memories from her mind to focus on the intruder on the other side of the door, Sam carefully turned the knob. Praying the door wouldn’t squeak and give away the element of surprise, she slowly swept her eyes over the space. While the afternoon sunlight poured through the small window on the opposite wall, the garage was still dimly lit. It took a second for her eyes to focus and once they did, she located the figure of a man crouching down by the work bench. He had his back to her. Moving in on the target, she was taken by surprise when he swung around, grabbed her and in one swift move, pinned her face first against the Marquis. Sam countered just as fast and reversed the pin, sticking the muzzle of her gun between the intruder’s eyes before recognition set in.

“Steve! You ass!” Sam growled.

The surprise was evident on Steve’s face. But then, for a second, it looked as though…he was having fun. And sure enough, he gave her his best Cheshire cat grin.

“Good way to get yourself shot, you idiot,” Sam said haughtily as she placed her gun back in her waistband.

“Um, this is my father’s house, so a good way to get yourself shot,” Steve said as he showed her the gun in his hand. “How the hell did you get in here?”

Sam bit the corner of her lip, as she always did when she got caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar. Pondering how he would react, she just stuck her right hand into her pocket and held up her lock picks. Steve’s eyebrow shot up. Sam rolled her eyes. “As I was planning on technically breaking and entering an active crime scene, I figured why implicate Mae by asking for her keys.” Steve looked at her strangely for a brief instant when she said Mae had keys to his father’s house. Then the SEAL mask was back in place.

The pair just stared at each other for a minute. It wasn’t awkward, as Sam predicted it would be. More, bittersweet, she thought. Sam’s gaze softened and without thinking, grabbed the front of Steve’s shirt and pulled him into a hug, wrapping her arms around his neck. She was slightly surprised when, without hesitation, Steve wrapped his muscular arms around her torso and hugged her back. Tightly.

“I’m so sorry.” Sam whispered, stroking the back of his head.

“Me too.”

They held on for another moment before breaking the embrace, but remaining in each other’s personal space. They just looked at each other for another moment before Sam broke the silence and said, “We need to talk.”

“I know it’s been a long time, and with the way we left things…I wanted to reach out, Sam, really I did. It’s just…” Steve struggled to find the right words.

“Steve,” she interrupted, placing her fingers on his lips. It was an innocent gesture that turned into an intimate moment between them neither had been expecting. Sam swallowed hard before removing her hand from his mouth, continuing. “Yeah, I want to talk about that, too, but there are way more pressing matters we need to address. First…”

“Sam, I swear to you, Mae is safe here.” Steve knew Mae was the only family Sam had left and he would protect that with his life. In hopes of reassuring her, he continued. “I will personally see to it that she is watched and protected. But I promise you, this will not touch her.”

Sam smiled sadly at Steve. He really had no idea, did he? Better than anyone, Sam knew he couldn’t promise that. “So, you’re looking me in the eyes and telling me that Mae is safe?”

“Yes.”

“From Victor Hesse?” Steve’s eyes widened slightly at Sam’s question, particularly the emphasis on Hesse’s name. She continued, softly. “Yeah, I know it was Victor Hesse.” Tears threatened yet again but these were not tears of grief. They were tears of fear, of rage.

Sam could see in his eyes that he was fighting an internal war. What was it, she wondered as he started to speak. “You know about Hesse?”

“Yeah, Mac, I know it was Hesse,” Sam confessed. Steve’s reaction to her childhood nickname for him quickly transformed from playful into one of surprise and something she didn’t quite recognize. Perhaps it was fear.

“And Anton?” Steve cautiously asked. “You know…”

“That he’s burning in the deepest layers of hell? Yeah, I know,” Sam stopped short of saying the sick bastard’s name. And that was all it took for a tear to escape. Before either knew it, Steve lifted his hand to cup the side of her face, catching the tear as it slid down her cheek. Before she could stop herself, Sam allowed herself to melt a little into Steve. Falling completely would not end well, she knew. He’s a SEAL. He was only here for a few days to wrap up John’s affairs and then he would go back to traipsing around the world, hunting bad guys while she got on a flight back to LA where she would do the same. Taking a deep breath, hoping to diffuse the situation before it got to awkward, she spoke, breaking the spell with a silly, flippant question.

“So, didja miss me?” Sam chuckled, pulling back slightly. But it was also a sad query – had he ever thought about her? About them? Had he missed her, had he tried to contact her, had he even wanted to? Sam would have settled for anything at this point, which if she was honest, made her feel like a silly little girl. So, she was taken by complete surprise at his answer.

“Every day, Sam. Every damn day.” The two briefly got lost in each other’s eyes. Sam’s were full of surprise and bittersweet pain at Steve’s confession while Steve’s were filled with sorrow. They had lost so much at such a young age, most of all they had lost each other. He ran his thumb over her bottom lip as he leaned down…

“Hands up, don’t move!”

Within the blink of an eye, Steve, Sam and some blonde ha’ole had drawn their weapons on each other and the two men engaged in a shouting match. Sam just stared at Steve when she realized he had flipped her around behind him, in protection mode.

“Boys.” More yelling.

“Boys!” Sam said, slightly louder.

Enough. “HEY!!” Sam yelled. Silence. “Hmm, ooh, thought. Why don’t we all show each other our badges and clear this right up?” The two men looked at her with a look that was a cross between ‘she’s grown a 2nd head’ and ‘that makes sense’. Sam loudly whispered in Steve’s ear. “And if you ever pull the soccer mom arm, slash women & children behind the big bad SEAL move on me again, I will throat punch you.” Steve gave her a dirty look and rolled his eyes.

The two men went on to argue that neither were putting their guns down. Sam rolled her eyes, but the truth was, she wasn’t putting her gun down either.

Finally agreeing to pull out IDs on the count of three, everyone reached for their credentials. “One. Two. Three.” The blonde was Detective Daniel Williams, Honolulu Police Department. Aha, Sam thought. So, this was the guy she planned on giving a hard time after his refusal to give into her request for some interagency cooperation. Huh, she thought. Not bad.

“Lieutenant Devereaux? We spoke the other day, right?” Danny asked. Steve shot her a look, which she ignored.

“Yes, Detective Williams. You were less than inclined to, how shall I say, throw me a bone,” Sam replied playfully. Danny turned his attention to Steve.

“Listen, I’m really sorry about your father, but you can’t be here right now,” Danny said to Steve. While they exchanged a few barbs, Sam studied Detective Williams. Jersey accent. Tie. Too much hair product. She smiled inwardly, thinking how fun he would be to tease and mess with. He seemed like the kind of cop she would want on her side. She got a good vibe from him, despite their initial interaction and the current state of affairs. And he was pretty cute, too. Before she could get any further with her assessment of the cute cop, Steve grabbed John’s red tool box from the work bench with one hand and Sam’s hand with his other.

“Leave the box or get arrested,” Danny said.

“All right,” Steve said. “Gonna call for backup?”

“An ambulance,” Danny replied. Sam had to duck her head to hide her snicker. She was surprised when Steve put the box down on the back of the Marquis and looked at her. She couldn’t read the look on his face. The way he was staring into her eyes, it was as though he was trying to read her, figure out what she was thinking. There was a brief moment that passed between them before he spoke.

“Wanna find some trouble, Red?” Steve asked her with a twinkle in his eyes and an incredibly sexy lopsided grin on his face.

“With you, Mac? Hell yeah,” Sam instantly replied. She couldn’t help but smirk. They were settling into their old verbal back-and-forth in less than five minutes, despite being separated for nearly two decades. How was that possible, Sam wondered. Yet, it felt good. It felt right. It also felt like, all of a sudden, Sam knew her world was going to turn upside down. Again. She resumed chewing on the left corner of her lip, unsure of what direction this was going to take her.

Before Sam or Danny knew what was happening, Steve was on the phone with Governor Pat Jameson. Looking into Sam’s eyes, Steve said, “Governor, I’ll take the job. No, let’s just say I found some things that changed my mind.”

“Take the job?” Sam mouthed at him, which simply elicited a wink. Next thing she knows, she’s listening to him take an oath. What the hell is going on, she thought. Steve didn’t break eye contact with her until he hung up the phone and once again grabbed the tool box. And Sam’s hand.

“Now it’s my crime scene.” And with that, Steve pulled Sam through the door. She had the courtesy to at least shrug in empathy and throw a look of apology at Danny, who was standing there with his jaw wide open. Sam simply stared at the back of Steve’s head as he dragged her out of his father’s house.

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