McRoll Fic #3---The Long Awaited Dinner

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?”

Want to read some of my other McRoll fanfics?  

Click here for Breathless

Click here for Let's Go Home

Click here for Safe Harbor

Click here for Always