Hawaii Five-O Fic
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HEADER: "Hawaii Five-O" Fic
EPISODE REFERENCE: ep 1x05 "Nalowale"
CONTENTS: pr0n
They'd known each other for a long time. So long that Catherine couldn't even tell you exactly when it was that they'd first hooked up. Beer had been involved, maybe even a few shots; she did know that. And Steve had been a little drunker than her, she was sure. One night stand, or at least that's what she'd assumed it would be - she'd had no illusions about it.
Some people managed it, but she'd had little luck dating while in the Navy and even less luck maintaining an actual relationship. It was difficult to strike up meaningful relationships on the brief shore-leaves they received, always in a different port. And the Navy discouraged relationships among shipmates. Steve wasn't a shipmate - he was a SEAL - which meant she saw him, sometimes before a mission, sometimes after a mission, and, occasionally, during a mission. Somehow they'd become friends. And then, somehow, after that, they'd become friends with benefits.
She enjoyed him, being around him, playing with him, sleeping with him. He didn't have a problem with her being in the military, with her being both smart and athletic - which, oddly, a lot of guys, even Navy guys, did have a problem with. Plus, he was handsome and athletic himself, sometimes serious, sometimes funny. They always seemed to have a good time.
Even after the first time they'd had sex, when she thought it was going to be weird between them, it wasn't. He enjoyed it; she enjoyed it - end of drama. But, for that very reason, she knew they would never have a real relationship - there would be no marriage, no kids, no settling down. It just wasn't who they were, at least not when they were together - and she was okay with that.
The last time she was in Hawaii, they'd gotten together, as planned. He cooked her a steak dinner, as he'd promised. And there had been sex - a lot of it - as usual. But what had surprised her was the last thing Steve had done.
They'd been going at it for a while - she'd come once already, but he wasn't even close to being finished. They'd wrestled around the bed so much, the bed sheets were practically in knots. She'd pinned him a few times, but then he flipped her onto her stomach and held her down. He'd won and, laughing between gasps for breath, they both knew it. He grabbed her hips and hoisted them up, then licked her between her cheeks. She laughed again. It wasn't something guys did to her very often, but she did kind of like it when they did. It wasn't something Steve had ever done to her before, and she was all for trying new things with him.
He licked her again, a long slow stripe, before really concentrating on tonguing her hole.
"Can I?" he eventually asked her.
It wasn't the sort of thing that just happened, at least not for the first time between two people, without permission, Catherine was pretty sure. But she had no qualms and didn't hesitate to agree. She was already warm and loose from both the wrestling and her previous orgasm - a little butt-fucking was cool with her, if that's what Steve was game for.
He quickly tore open a condom with his usual efficiency. Steve was all for playing around, but when that man had an objective, he was focused. He was gentle, at first, pushing just past the ring of muscle, clearly trying to be gentle and not hurt her.
"Fuck that," she thought - the anticipation was way worse than any momentary pain, she knew. She reared back, fully impaling herself.
"Alright," Steve said. And she could just picture the half surprised, half pleased, but completely lopsided grin breaking across his face. He grabbed her hips, shifting her forward and back onto her elbows, then started to thrust. He found a good rhythm almost immediately. Catherine began pinching her nipple with one hand as she reached back to finger her clit with the other. It didn't take either of them long to get close.
Steve wasn't much of a talker, but she could tell from his breathing and the occasional grunt and hitched breath that it wouldn't be much longer. She redoubled her efforts on herself and was soon moaning into the pillow beneath her cheek. Moments later, Steve tightened his grip on her hips as his thrusting faltered.
He gasped out a "Damn--- Oh!" Then she felt all his muscles ease as he pulled her up into his lap, then collapsed them both onto their sides on the bed. His breath was warm against her neck between slow, tired kisses.
____
Eventually, Catherine got to meet the team, the now-infamous "Five-O."
Steve made the introductions and Catherine shook their hands in succession. "This is Kono, Chin, and Danno."
Catherine mouthed the name "Dann-oh" as she shot a look - complete with a questioningly raised eyebrow - at Steve.
"Danny. He means Danny. Williams. It's nice to finally meet you," Danny said as he reached out and shook her still-outstretched hand. "Steve's mentioned you a few times."
Catherine returned her attention to Danny Williams. "He's mentioned you, too."
"He has?"
"Yeah. Apparently."
end
HEADER: "Hawaii Five-O" Fic
EPISODE REFERENCE: ep 1x05 "Nalowale"
CONTENTS: pr0n
They'd known each other for a long time. So long that Catherine couldn't even tell you exactly when it was that they'd first hooked up. Beer had been involved, maybe even a few shots; she did know that. And Steve had been a little drunker than her, she was sure. One night stand, or at least that's what she'd assumed it would be - she'd had no illusions about it.
Some people managed it, but she'd had little luck dating while in the Navy and even less luck maintaining an actual relationship. It was difficult to strike up meaningful relationships on the brief shore-leaves they received, always in a different port. And the Navy discouraged relationships among shipmates. Steve wasn't a shipmate - he was a SEAL - which meant she saw him, sometimes before a mission, sometimes after a mission, and, occasionally, during a mission. Somehow they'd become friends. And then, somehow, after that, they'd become friends with benefits.
She enjoyed him, being around him, playing with him, sleeping with him. He didn't have a problem with her being in the military, with her being both smart and athletic - which, oddly, a lot of guys, even Navy guys, did have a problem with. Plus, he was handsome and athletic himself, sometimes serious, sometimes funny. They always seemed to have a good time.
Even after the first time they'd had sex, when she thought it was going to be weird between them, it wasn't. He enjoyed it; she enjoyed it - end of drama. But, for that very reason, she knew they would never have a real relationship - there would be no marriage, no kids, no settling down. It just wasn't who they were, at least not when they were together - and she was okay with that.
The last time she was in Hawaii, they'd gotten together, as planned. He cooked her a steak dinner, as he'd promised. And there had been sex - a lot of it - as usual. But what had surprised her was the last thing Steve had done.
They'd been going at it for a while - she'd come once already, but he wasn't even close to being finished. They'd wrestled around the bed so much, the bed sheets were practically in knots. She'd pinned him a few times, but then he flipped her onto her stomach and held her down. He'd won and, laughing between gasps for breath, they both knew it. He grabbed her hips and hoisted them up, then licked her between her cheeks. She laughed again. It wasn't something guys did to her very often, but she did kind of like it when they did. It wasn't something Steve had ever done to her before, and she was all for trying new things with him.
He licked her again, a long slow stripe, before really concentrating on tonguing her hole.
"Can I?" he eventually asked her.
It wasn't the sort of thing that just happened, at least not for the first time between two people, without permission, Catherine was pretty sure. But she had no qualms and didn't hesitate to agree. She was already warm and loose from both the wrestling and her previous orgasm - a little butt-fucking was cool with her, if that's what Steve was game for.
He quickly tore open a condom with his usual efficiency. Steve was all for playing around, but when that man had an objective, he was focused. He was gentle, at first, pushing just past the ring of muscle, clearly trying to be gentle and not hurt her.
"Fuck that," she thought - the anticipation was way worse than any momentary pain, she knew. She reared back, fully impaling herself.
"Alright," Steve said. And she could just picture the half surprised, half pleased, but completely lopsided grin breaking across his face. He grabbed her hips, shifting her forward and back onto her elbows, then started to thrust. He found a good rhythm almost immediately. Catherine began pinching her nipple with one hand as she reached back to finger her clit with the other. It didn't take either of them long to get close.
Steve wasn't much of a talker, but she could tell from his breathing and the occasional grunt and hitched breath that it wouldn't be much longer. She redoubled her efforts on herself and was soon moaning into the pillow beneath her cheek. Moments later, Steve tightened his grip on her hips as his thrusting faltered.
He gasped out a "Damn--- Oh!" Then she felt all his muscles ease as he pulled her up into his lap, then collapsed them both onto their sides on the bed. His breath was warm against her neck between slow, tired kisses.
____
Eventually, Catherine got to meet the team, the now-infamous "Five-O."
Steve made the introductions and Catherine shook their hands in succession. "This is Kono, Chin, and Danno."
Catherine mouthed the name "Dann-oh" as she shot a look - complete with a questioningly raised eyebrow - at Steve.
"Danny. He means Danny. Williams. It's nice to finally meet you," Danny said as he reached out and shook her still-outstretched hand. "Steve's mentioned you a few times."
Catherine returned her attention to Danny Williams. "He's mentioned you, too."
"He has?"
"Yeah. Apparently."
end