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“Thanks, Jerry. But I had enough today getting shot at.” Steve said as Jerry closed the door on his car.
He felt the phone buzzing in his shorts and wiggled around to get it out of the pocket.
‘No worries, happy to come to yours. See you later’
Steve smiled, first the drone and then getting shot, it seemed like the universe was out to stop him to meet up with her. He scrolled up through his text messages to double check that he had sent her his address.
He tried to get out of the car and rid of Jerry quickly, as much a he loved the guy he didn’t want him around when she came. The guys where on him about Catherine all the time, he didn’t need their meddling with whatever he had with her.
Steve hobbled up the front porch and into the house, turning quickly around to wave goodbye to Jerry. As soon as the car backed out of his driveway he let out a breath, now he could prep. Sighing he opened the fridge and couldn’t find much in it, that didn’t need him to let go of the crutches. Maybe he needed to resort to Kamekona’s garlic shrimp.
'Not for a date, man!' He swore the voice in his head sounded just like Danny.
While he was still contemplating the insides of his fridge, the doorbell rang. Son of a bitch! He wanted to at least have dinner on it’s way before she came.
——xx——xx——
Making his way to the front door, he struggled briefly with the crutches before opening the door.
“Hey!” She grinned at him widely before it slipped right of her face, as she noticed the bandage and crutches “What happened?”
“Hi Romy,” Steve stepped to the site and let her in his living room. “You’re looking great. Green is definitely your colour.” He smiled appreciatively
Romy smiled back, a little flush spreading up her neck at the unexpected compliment, choosing not comment on it further she focused back on his injury.
“Should you be standing? Better shouldn’t you be in the hospital.”
Steve gave her a half smile “just a through and through, didn’t hit anything major.”
Romy just gasped, what the heck! Steve laughed at her facial expression “Comes with the job.” He shrugged. He showed her the way to the lanai. “Can I get you a beer?”
“A beer would be great.” Romy stood and marvelled at the view.
Steve shuffled around with his crutches and hit one of the chairs, bringing Romy out of her trance. She twirled and stared at Steve trying to make his way inside.
“How do you think you are going to carry two bottles and your crutches?” She cocked her head to the side.
“Ehem.” He grinned and then shrugged. She was right moving around was a little bit difficult.
“Just point me in the right direction," Romy rolled her eyes at him fondly.
“Kitchen, first to the left and then in the fridge.”
“Ok,” Romy turned around in the door “and do me a favour and sit down.”
Thankfully Steve sank down in one of his lanai chairs and let out a breath. He didn’t realise that it would still hurt so much.
——xx——xx——
A bottle appeared in his peripheral “Thanks.”
Romy sat down next to him and they clinked bottles.
“You have the most amazing place.” Romy sighed while she took in his garden and beach “your own little slice of paradise.”
Steve looked over, the setting sun making her red hair appear to be on fire.
“Yeah, until I was about 16.”
He took a sip of his beer. “Then my mother faked her death, which at that time we didn’t know about, and my dad sent me and my sister away cause he couldn’t deal with it. McGarrett men aren’t great with feelings,” he muttered. “Sorry, we Said weren’t going to do serious.”
Steve referred to the conversation they had during their first date, Romy told him that she wasn’t good at relationships and she was here on a year long temporary assignment and he told her he wasn’t ready for anything serious after Catherine. Just some fun, dinners, dates and sex nothing more and nothing less. It seemed he had broken one of their rules already.
“Doesn’t mean you can’t talk to me.” Romy smiled and covered his hand with hers “it’s easier sometimes to talk to someone, who had absolutely nothing to do with it.”
Steve flipped his hand and laced their fingers and squeezes appreciatively. They sat for a couple more minutes in silence, before Steve cleared his throat “I don’t have much for dinner, but we can order in.” Romy pulled a face “or I’ve got garlic shrimp in the kitchen.”
“Kamekona’s garlic shrimp?”
“His 'get well present'. He was actually disappointed that I didn’t hurt anything worse.”
Romy chuckled “Well, his bedside manner could use improvement, but I love him just for his garlic shrimp.” The two headed into his kitchen and Steve tried to be useful, but with his crutches he was more hindrance.
With an exasperated sigh Romy parked him on top of the kitchen counter.
“You’re my guest!” Steve argues while swinging his legs like a pre-schooler “you shouldn’t be cooking.”
He watched as Romy took out some veggies and started to make a salad.
“You’re hurt, you should be relaxing!” She said indignantly. “Also I’ve been living in a hotel for over a month, I miss my own kitchen.”
She found some pasta and set that to boil before Steve pulled her between his legs and kissed her.
“Thanks.” Kiss
“For what?” Kiss
“Taking care of me.” Kiss
“I’m literally putting pasta into water, it’s nothing.” Kiss
“Nobody has told me to sit down after getting hurt, since I’m 16.” Kiss
“You are going to make me cry, McGarrett. That’s horrible.” Kiss
“It’s life.” He shrugged and started to press kisses down her neck.
Romy shook her head, she couldn’t quite believe what she heard. So instead of voicing her displeasure out loud, she concentrated on cooking dinner. Kamekonas garlic shrimp joined the spaghetti in a pan for a quick sauté and minutes later they sat back on the lanai enjoying dinner.
Romy twirled some spaghetti on her fork while staring out on the ocean.
“You truly have a paradise here.”
“Your always welcome in my paradise.” Steve grinned at her. It was almost a shock to himself how much he meant that. Romy looked right at home here on his lanai, and he really liked looking at her. Especially when the setting sun hit her hair at the right angle.
——xx——xx——
She was biting her lip again, it must have been the third time in the last 10 minutes,and Steve couldn’t help himself he captured her lips with his. Romy slid her hands into his hair and pulled him closer, until Steve lifted her completely on his lap.
“I think we should move this indoors.” Steve mumbled while kissing down her neck and suckling on her pulse point softly. “Yeah.”
Fumbling with Steve’s injured leg and still being attached by the lips, it took them awhile to make it inside the house. Moving towards the stairs, Steve tried to hoist her up to carry Romy up the stairs, but as soon as she had wrapped her legs around him, he groaned and almost let her fall to the floor.
“I don’t know if I should take this as a dig to my weight,” Romy giggled.
Steve pressed his forehead against hers. “Definitely not. I really like your curvy body. But I don’t think I can...”
“You got shot today, I give you a pass and you have loads of floor space down here.”
“Oh the German practicality, I knew it’d become handy one day.” Steve dragged her over into the study.
The patio doors were still open, a light breeze blowing and the Waves were crashing soothingly in the background.
Steve threw a blanket on the floor before lowering himself and Romy down to the floor.
When Romy objected “You’re hurt and I don’t want to injure you any further.”
Steve’s only response was to pull her on top of him, “Not when you do most of the heavy lifting.”
His hips ground up into her, and Romy’s head fell back with a groan and he hips grinned into his. Then both of them were lost in a haze of hot touches and delicious friction.
——xx——xx——
Romy and Steve were laying on his living room floor, Romys head on his chest his hand moving up and down her bare back, a blanket bunched underneath them.
“Do you care sharing with me how you got shot?”
“The drone got me.”
Romy's head lifted from his chest and she arched and eyebrow.
“Danny and I were trying to lure the drone and arguing about Jerry’s idea.”
“Bickering more likely.” Romy interjected, from what she gathered, those to loved each other but expressed it with co stanly arguing.
“Anyway...I told him he could get out and walk if he wanted to.”
“Isn’t it Danny’s car that your driving?”
“Who cares, I was driving. The driver gets to make the rules.”
“Remind me to never go on a road trip with you,” Romy muttered.
Steve tickled her side, making her wiggle away from him and then cuddle back close. “Do you want to know how I got shot or not?”
“Sorry, sorry.” Romy kissed his cheek.
“I stopped the car, and got out.”
“What?”
“There was a homeless man sleeping on a bench, I couldn’t let him get hurt.”
Romy closed her eyes, what she gotten to know from Steve in the last 3 weeks were that he would always get hurt if it would keep someone else from it.
“And then the drone attacked, and I got shot.” He carded his hand through her hair. “Hey, at least Danny got to drive his car afterwards.”
Romy chuckled into his chest. ‘This man was going to be the death of her, if she wasn’t going to fall in love with him first.’
Dammit, this was supposed to be a fling.