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Reservation Made

By Terri Whitman @ 3-14-04

The bedsprings squeaked when McGarrett shifted uneasily beneath his covers. Who’s there? Watch it! Careful! He rolled over as the REM of his dream deepened. Danno! Danno! Watch it! He’s here! Got to stop him! His movements totally stopped as his dream intensified as a dark menacing form drew closer. They have a gun and from their movements it was clear their intentions were of no good. Someone was going to get hurt. My God, he’s going to shoot. Danno. McGarrett’s eyes snapped open at the sound of the gun going off.

“Damn.” McGarrett was pissed yet relieved when he realized it was only a dream. Covered with sweat, his heart still raced as he turned over onto his back. Looking up at the ceiling, he allowed the remnants of this nightmare to leave. This was the third night in a row this had happened. Each time parts remained with his wakening. He knew his job held the potential for violence and many times after a particularly dangerous case, he would relive some portion of it in his sleep, but none of them was ever this intense.

A movement on the other side of the bed caused him to look at his bed partner. A smile broke across his face at the sight of the disarray of long blonde hair. She hates it when her hair gets messed up. I never knew running at night could be so enjoyable. Maybe I should include these night runs into my exercise program, especially when it was with someone like her.

Inhaling deeply, he stretched as he got out of bed. Ouch, that hurt. He rubbed his right shoulder and upper arm and grimaced. This discomfort caused him to reflect upon another woman’s actions and the extreme danger she had forced his team to face the previous day.

That was one wild woman. The bomb threat case had turned into a kidnapping when the crazed woman demanded the release of her killer boyfriend. Thankfully, the old man pulled off his bluff and disengaged his homemade bomb before that dame could push the detonator. When she jumped from the stage, I caught her around her waist.

Flexing his right shoulder, McGarrett gave a final tug to the belt of his white cotton robe as he entered his kitchen. It only took a few minutes to prepare the coffee pot and as it brewed, he silently slipped into the bathroom.

The sore areas of McGarrett’s body screamed in protest when the heated water hit them. Gritting his teeth, he let out a frustrated sigh. Gradually, the discomfort subsided as the water’s warmth worked its way deep into the strained tissue.

His coconut-scented shampoo always lathered up luxuriously. As he allowed hot water to do its magic on his backside, he massaged his scalp. Finished, he closed his eyes and tilted his head back to allow the water to rinse the soap out of his hair.

His loofah sponge easily worked up the lather from his bar of Ivory soap. The scratchy texture easily removed the previous day’s dirt and exfoliated his skin as he worked it over his limbs and torso. As he scrubbed his right shoulder, the sore muscles again reminded him of the injuries he had sustained from the previous day.

For only the briefest of moments did McGarrett wondered if he was actually getting too old for this line of work. That thought quickly went down the drain as the hot water did its trick of reviving his body.

The mirror steamed up as he stepped out of the shower. He laughed silently at the disarray of his towel-dried hair.  Ignoring his hair for the moment, he flipped the towel around to his back. As he wiped off his limbs, he took note of the firm muscles he had developed through his exercise routine.

With the towel wrapped around his waist, McGarrett walked out of the bathroom. His guest hadn’t moved a muscle since he got up. Too bad I don’t have the time to make her morning as enjoyable as the night had been.

A momentary bit of jealously sprouted at the thought of the many times his second-in-command had been late to the office because of an overnight rendezvous with the fairer sex. But he couldn’t really belittle himself at the life-style he had chosen for himself. His job was dangerous and he had reservations about exposing a family to its inevitable risks.

The smell of fresh brewed coffee drifted over to him as he stood at the bedroom’s doorway. A quick check of the pot told  him it was ready.

“Coffee's ready,” McGarrett called out.

The sleeping form didn’t move, but he heard a faint moan.

“Corinne, coffee is ready,” he repeated. Again, there was no movement, but this time her breathing was more pronounced.

She was playing possum with him. I’ll just lay here and see what he does. What she wasn’t expecting though soon happened when she felt some ice on her neck and shoulders.  “HEY!”

“Then get up. Coffee’s ready.” McGarrett smiled at her reactions.

“You little boy, you!” Corinne said throwing one of the ice cubes back at him. Unfortunately, it missed its mark.

McGarrett smiled at her playfulness. “You didn’t think I was so little last night.”

“That’s for sure. Want to repeat that experience?” she asked as she sat up in bed, drawing the sheet up to her chest in a mock attitude of vulnerability.

McGarrett’s smile widened. “I’d love to, but I’ve got to get to the office.”

Pouting, Corinne’s bottom lip stuck out.

“Maybe tonight.”

“I’m flying out this morning. Remember, I’m a stewardess.”

The already known information caused McGarrett’s smile to disappear, but within seconds, it reappeared. Reaching down, he grabbed the corner of the sheet and yanked it off the bed.

Caught off guard, Corinne lost her hold on the sheet. The sudden exposure to the cool morning air dimpled her skin.

“Steve! Give that back to me,” Corinne inanely smiled as she reached forward in the attempt to snatch the bed sheet back. What she got though was McGarrett’s strong hands around her wrist as he pulled her up to him.

“Maybe I should arrest you for indecent exposure,” he said. His hold on her wrist moved to her waist.

Seeing her chance at getting back at him, Corinne grabbed his towel and with a quick yank, tore it off him, flinging it to the head of the bed. “I think you better add yourself to that arrest warrant.”

Both smiling inanely, they laughed, then kissed each other tenderly enjoying each other’s nakedness. After a few moments, they separated. Without another word, they both prepared for another day. As Corinne showered and dressed, the now fully dressed McGarrett went to the kitchen to prepare their breakfast.

“How soon will you be back?”

“I’ve got the Atlantic shift for the next four months, and then I have a two week vacation before I start the Pacific shift.”

Disappointed to hear that she wouldn’t be on his side of the world for a long time, McGarrett reached across the table and stroked the side of her cheek and jowl line. “I’ll miss you.”

Corinne put her hand on top of his. She loved his touch and it always amazed her how gentle he could be. “And I, you. But I plan on spending my vacation here.”

“Need a ride, lady?”

Corinne nodded. She didn’t want this morning to end, but they both had obligations to their jobs.

Finished with their meal, they both cleared the table and cleaned up the apartment.

McGarrett picked up her flight bag and put his arm around her waist as they walked to the door. Suddenly he stopped, dropped her bag and swung her around. He firmly pulled her into his arms. He smiled at her surprised look.  His kiss was fierce and demanding.

She pulled his head down and buried her hands in his hair. Her body shuddered as his hands began to explore further.

"Time to go," McGarrett said as he moved back. His heart was racing, wishing he could finish what was just begun.  “Just remember where we left off.”

“I’ll remember and consider this my reservation.”

Pau

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