Fearless On My Breath, by Topez (explicit)
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het_reccersFandom Category: Hawaii 5-0
Pairing: Kono Kalakaua/Steve McGarrett
Fic Title: Fearless On My Breath
Author: Topez
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/168208
Rating/Warning(s): Explicit
Genre: episode related, smut
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: A wonderfully hot fic that deals with Kono's emotional turmoil after a bad day, and how she's not the only one thrown for a loop. Steven and Kono's characterization is perfect and I loved that the story isn't just about the sex (which is hot) but also about them and everything they'd shared and how Kono is awesome and strong, but she is not without her vulnerability and her uncertainties. Great read!
On the fourth trip around her tiny apartment, Kono makes herself stop pacing mindlessly and start dealing with reality. The adrenaline is still pumping through her system, no matter that it's been hours since she held Victor Hesse in the sight of her rifle and put a round high into his shoulder. The paperwork necessary to book the scum has long since been filed, and Kono isn't thinking about the money that went floating into the smoke. Chin is safe, that's what matters, and he's still saner than anyone else Kono knows. When Kono left him at the office, he and Kamekona were on their way to introduce Danny to the joys of Korean barbecue. It goes without saying that there will be more than a little soju involved; Kono's looking forward to seeing the monster hangover they're all likely to have in the morning.
She can't begin to express how happy she is to see Chin hanging out with Danny; and earlier in the day, all she thought she needed was to know Chin was okay. He is, but it isn't helping with the edgy, unsettled need whispering in her brain, her muscles, her blood. It's like the high from the biggest waves, only twisted; pure energy gone dark and hissing around the edges. She's not going to be able to sleep until she can wrestle it back into the box it broke free of, and to do that, she needs to wear it out. She could swim, or she could run, but those are too easy, too predictable. Whatever it is that's fueling everything inside her wants more than just physical exhaustion.
She's already showered and washed the dirt of Waipahu out of her hair, and she's not in the mood to play dress-up, so she's out the door and on her way to find someplace with a good sound system and a staff who won't care if she's in cargo pants and a tank top. The first two places she tries aren't right--wrong music, crappy clientele--but she hits pay dirt with her third try. The DJ is working one mix into the next seamlessly, so she doesn't have to get off the dance floor until she needs a drink; the bartender sets her up with shots and follows every one of them up with a bottles of water he pulls from the ice machine; and the security team is discreet enough that she has to pay attention to see them hustling the troublemakers off the floor.
After the second time she tells the bartender to keep the drinks that random guys are sending her, he grins at her. "You're breaking their hearts, ipo."
"It's not their hearts they're thinking about," she tells him and his grin turns sharp and knowing. He doesn't bother her again for an hour, though, and when he drops a shot of tequila in front of her then, he jerks his head toward the other end of the bar.
"This one says he knows you."
Kono looks, and then looks again, because it's McGarrett looking back at her, dark and dangerous in all black.
Pairing: Kono Kalakaua/Steve McGarrett
Fic Title: Fearless On My Breath
Author: Topez
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/168208
Rating/Warning(s): Explicit
Genre: episode related, smut
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: A wonderfully hot fic that deals with Kono's emotional turmoil after a bad day, and how she's not the only one thrown for a loop. Steven and Kono's characterization is perfect and I loved that the story isn't just about the sex (which is hot) but also about them and everything they'd shared and how Kono is awesome and strong, but she is not without her vulnerability and her uncertainties. Great read!
On the fourth trip around her tiny apartment, Kono makes herself stop pacing mindlessly and start dealing with reality. The adrenaline is still pumping through her system, no matter that it's been hours since she held Victor Hesse in the sight of her rifle and put a round high into his shoulder. The paperwork necessary to book the scum has long since been filed, and Kono isn't thinking about the money that went floating into the smoke. Chin is safe, that's what matters, and he's still saner than anyone else Kono knows. When Kono left him at the office, he and Kamekona were on their way to introduce Danny to the joys of Korean barbecue. It goes without saying that there will be more than a little soju involved; Kono's looking forward to seeing the monster hangover they're all likely to have in the morning.
She can't begin to express how happy she is to see Chin hanging out with Danny; and earlier in the day, all she thought she needed was to know Chin was okay. He is, but it isn't helping with the edgy, unsettled need whispering in her brain, her muscles, her blood. It's like the high from the biggest waves, only twisted; pure energy gone dark and hissing around the edges. She's not going to be able to sleep until she can wrestle it back into the box it broke free of, and to do that, she needs to wear it out. She could swim, or she could run, but those are too easy, too predictable. Whatever it is that's fueling everything inside her wants more than just physical exhaustion.
She's already showered and washed the dirt of Waipahu out of her hair, and she's not in the mood to play dress-up, so she's out the door and on her way to find someplace with a good sound system and a staff who won't care if she's in cargo pants and a tank top. The first two places she tries aren't right--wrong music, crappy clientele--but she hits pay dirt with her third try. The DJ is working one mix into the next seamlessly, so she doesn't have to get off the dance floor until she needs a drink; the bartender sets her up with shots and follows every one of them up with a bottles of water he pulls from the ice machine; and the security team is discreet enough that she has to pay attention to see them hustling the troublemakers off the floor.
After the second time she tells the bartender to keep the drinks that random guys are sending her, he grins at her. "You're breaking their hearts, ipo."
"It's not their hearts they're thinking about," she tells him and his grin turns sharp and knowing. He doesn't bother her again for an hour, though, and when he drops a shot of tequila in front of her then, he jerks his head toward the other end of the bar.
"This one says he knows you."
Kono looks, and then looks again, because it's McGarrett looking back at her, dark and dangerous in all black.
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