This is meant to be after the episode where Steve came to
get Catherine from Kamekona’s shrimp truck, dressed in a tux and he carried her
away for a romantic dinner. Hope you
like it, my McRoll friends!
As always, this is just for fun. No copyright infringement is intended.
The Long Awaited Dinner
Steve carried her to the car and set her down. Taking a handkerchief out of his pocket, he
pulled it lengthwise.
“What are you doing?” Catherine asked, quirking an eyebrow.
He put the cloth over her eyes and turned her slightly to
tie it in the back. “I don’t want to
spoil the surprise.”
He opened the car door and helped her in.
When she could feel him in the driver’s seat next to her, she held her
hand to the blindfold. “Where are we
going?”
“It’s a surprise,” he repeated, starting the car. "You'll like it."
“I don’t think I’m really dressed to go anywhere, you know.”
He leaned over, his breath tickling her ear. “Don’t worry, I’ve taken care of
everything.”
She shivered. He
usually did take care of everything.
She sat back in her seat, smiling.
He reached for her hand and intertwined his fingers with hers, letting
his thumb caress her knuckles.
Butterflies in her middle sprang to life at his touch and she leaned
closer. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet.”
He braked, slowing the car down a bit and she could tell they were
leaving a paved road. Where was he
taking her?
She didn’t ask that question again, deciding to go along with his “surprise.”
“Well, if nothing else, I’m thankful there’s no 80s hair bands playing on the
radio.”
“Tonight is all about romance.” He lifted her hand to his lips.
“Relax.”
The car stopped and Catherine tilted her head upward, trying to peek
out the bottom of her blindfold.
Nothing. He’d tied it too tight
to see anything. “Now what?”
“Wait there.” She
heard his door open and shut, then felt her own open seconds later.
Before she could blink, he’d lifted her out of the car. “Steve, I can walk,” she protested, starting
to take off the blindfold.
“Don’t take it off,” he commanded, shifting her in his arms.
“Okay, but only because you said please.” She slipped her arms around his neck, as a chuckle rumbled through his chest.
“Please.”
His voice was husky and he held her tighter when he said
it. She sighed. The way he’d walked toward her in the tux
ran through her mind. The man had a
swagger about him that was nearly irresistible. She relaxed in his arms.
This was a side to him that she loved and she was going to enjoy every
second.
From the sounds around her, they weren’t in a
restaurant. Or, if they were, it was
outside dining. Wind rustled through
the trees and every now and then a branch or something would crunch under
Steve’s feet. Even knowing that, she felt safe and
secure in his arms. She kissed his
neck, deciding to make the best of her position while they walked. She worked her way up to his jaw, her lips touching every inch she
could, simultaneously running one hand through his hair.
“Catherine,” he warned after a few seconds. “We have this history of not making it to
dinner. If you keep going like that, I
can’t make any promises.”
“Why break a good streak?” she murmured against his
ear. The blindfold was definitely
heightening her other senses. His arms
around her, his body balancing her weight so easily. Her free hand moved over his upper body, slipping underneath the layer of his suit jacket to his shirt, reveling in the feel of him under her palm. He slowed to a near stop.
“What about dinner?” The question meant he was considering
her words and it made the butterflies in her middle start up again. “We’re almost there you know.”
“If I go along with your dinner plans, will it be worth my
while?” she asked, playfully, wishing she could see his face.
“Definitely.”
“I’m trusting you on this one.” She could hear more crunching leaves and the rush of a waterfall
as he started walking again, a little faster than before. It was
obvious now he’d opted for a dinner outside, which was totally him. He loved the outdoors.
“Are you ready for this?”
“I think so.”
Finally, he put her down, keeping her close to him with his arm around
her waist. He took the blindfold off
and she sucked in a breath.
“Steve, this is beautiful.”
A table with candles and food was all set for two on the banks of a waterfall
and pond. A waiter stood smiling next
to it. She smiled back at him, but
before she could say anything else a violinist began to play, coming out of the
trees to her left.
Steve led her to the table, watching her reaction.
“I had it catered from your favorite restaurant.”
She looked at all the food laid out, so touched at all the effort he'd gone to for her. “All the way out here? How did you . . .?”
“I called in a few favors.
I wanted to take you to one of the most beautiful places on the
island. Well, to me anyway. And you said you wanted a table. With a waiter. Romantic music.” He waved
toward the waiter and violinist to make his point, before he pulled out her
chair. The waiter handed her a cloth napkin as
she sat down.
When Steve sat down right next to her, she leaned over to
kiss him. “I love it,” she breathed
out.
He sat back a bit to unbutton his jacket, a sexy smile on
his face. “I knew you would.”
“Oh, you did?” She
raised her eyebrows. "You're that sure of me?"
He leaned across the table, his blue eyes holding hers. “I know you, Catherine.”
Yes, he does. She
curled her toes as his hand reached for hers, caressing her palm. She couldn’t take her eyes off that smile and his warm hand on hers was making her all melty inside.
The waiter’s voice startled her. “Ma’am.” He took the lid
off the food, but she barely noticed.
Steve’s hand was moving up her arm and her pulse was beginning to pound.
“Thank you,” Steve said when the waiter was finished. “I don’t think we’ll be needing anything
else.”
She grinned, his thoughts obviously mirroring hers. The violinist was still playing behind them,
his notes floating above them to the star-studded sky. “It’s so beautiful here,” she managed to get
out as he moved closer, his hand traveling to her shoulder and over to her
neck. Everywhere he touched lit a fire,
leaving a burning trail behind.
“I like to come here when I need to think.” His thumb moved over her jawline. “I’ve wanted to bring you here for a
while.” He leaned in and she could
smell the scent that was uniquely Steve McGarrett. Clean. Outdoors.
Masculine. She closed her eyes as he
kissed her forehead, her cheek, and worked his way over to her ear. “Are you still hungry?”
She smiled and turned his face back to hers, hovering a breath away from his lips. "Oh yeah."
That was all it took. He pulled her into his lap, nearly toppling
over the table. His kiss was hard,
intense, and she returned it, running her fingers through his hair, and pressing
him closer to her.
“Steve, you worked so hard on our dinner,” she whispered, suddenly wondering where
the violinist had gone. The only sound around them now was the waterfall, the
only light, the stars above and the candles on the table. It sent delicious shadows over them both.
He pushed her hair back and tucked it behind her ear. “We always seem to have a hard time making
it to the dinner part.”
His hand slid
over her back and she smiled before she bent to kiss him again. “Why mess with a good thing?”
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