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Kono buys her cousin a ludicrously expensive wedding gift and decides to skip the wedding, which—okay, might make her a horrible person, but at least her mother doesn't get the chance to set her up with some poor guy who was bound to get beat up when Steve ended up hearing about it. So, if you think about it, she's being altruistic here. Really.

She stops by Steve's place instead, almost rings the doorbell before remembering her key. That's right; a key. Steve must have slipped it on her key chain when she wasn't looking because it was just there one day all of a sudden, one extra key, perfectly unassuming, and Kono might not be big on fits of girlish squealing but—let's just say that this time she came close.

She finds Steve in the living room, watching a football game with Danny, who's stretched out on the couch like he owns it. Possession is nine tenths of the law, after all, and Danny's been pretty much living on that couch since what will probably go down in history as The Black Mold Incident of 2011.

She grabs herself a beer and settles on the arm rest of Steve's chair. It's either that or cuddling with Danny which—thanks, but no thanks.

"Didn't Chin have that wedding today? A cousin or something?" Danny remarks curiously, because Danny has yet to encounter a topic he considers to be none of his business. Kono hums in confirmation, trying to appear distracted by the game, willing Danny to JUST THIS ONCE take a hint.

"Leia, right?" Steve asks absent mindedly.

"Yep."

Danny turns to look at her expectantly.

"I don't get it. Shouldn't you be there? Aren't you and Chin both, like, related to the same people?"

Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.

"Didn't feel like it." Kono shrugs, refusing to elaborate. Elaborating makes it very easy for people to tell when you're lying. Or, in her case, prudently avoiding any acknowledgement of the actual circumstances of her absence from this particular family event.

Danny, miracle of miracles, drops it.

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During half time Danny gets up to grab more beer from the kitchen, and Steve smiles and tugs on her down on his lap, leaning in for a kiss. She kisses him back a little too enthusiastically, pressing herself closer, fingers running through his short hair, and of course this is the very moment Danny chooses to walk back into the room.

"Hey, hey, hey! Keep it PG in here or get a room, people. There are public decency laws in this fine country."

Steve and Kono break apart and turn to glare at him in perfect synchronization, Danny appearing unconcerned as he once more makes himself comfortable on Steve's couch. Kono feels Steve sigh in exasperation, apparently reaching the end of his patience.

"We shouldn't have to get a room, Danny." He points out drily, Kono still on his lap. "This is my house, you know?"

"Why, thank you for reminding me, Steven, it must have escaped my notice. And let me take this moment to thank you for your kind hospitality. Though I have to say, you're really going above and beyond here." Here he pauses expectantly and Steve, after a pause, does not disappoint.

"I am?" He asks, doubtful.

"Sure. I mean, who needs cable when I can watch you two get it on?" Danny smirks. Kono rolls her eyes at him, finally climbing back on the arm rest with what she hopes is some measure of dignity. She chances a glance at Steve, who's looking genuinely pissed off. Steve loves Danny insanely, she knows, but it can't be healthy for them to be spending so much time together.

She has a flash of inspiration, grabs her keys from the coffee table and throws them over to Danny, who catches them easily and raises an eyebrow.

"Keys." She explains needlessly. "To my place. You can stay there for tonight."

"And I'm doing this because…?"

"You're doing this because I want to have loud sex with my boyfriend, possibly in various rooms of the house, and you're sort of killing the mood here, brah." She says frankly. Danny seems to be considering this, glancing between her and the key chain, with no detectable enthusiasm. Steve just glowers at him, for all the good that's doing.

"Goodbye, Danny." Kono prompts impatiently, and Danny huffs as he gets off the couch.

"Fine, okay, whatever." He mumbles, sulking on his way to the door. "Have fun desecrating the house."

"We will." She assures him in a pleasant voice, sliding down to straddle Steve's lap again.

"And stay off my couch!" He shouts back, out of view.

"I make no promises." She laughs absent mindedly, then the front door slams shut and Steve is kissing her again.

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"Howzit, my favorite haole!" Kamekona greets Steve cheerfully, Kono momentarily blinded by his impossibly ugly orange shirt. Like, impossibly. This shirt would make some of the things in Chin's closet cry in shame for failing to achieve this degree of ugly.

Steve rolls his eyes at Kamekona, doesn't bother to remind him that no, actually, he's second generation Hawaiian, kama'aina, thank you very much, and would he like to check his ID or something in order for that to sink in?

"Kono!" Kamekona exclaims when he finally sees her there. "What's a pretty girl like you doing hanging around this one?" He asks bluntly, nodding towards Steve.

Steve looks the opposite of amused, Kono notes. Also, he's wearing jeans. Steve in jeans is quite a sight, really; a girl nearby is licking her ice cream and watching him, mesmerized, plainly wondering who this guy is, and Kono's more smug than anything, because—this is her guy. So, you know, random girl can stare all she wants, but Kono will be doing all the touching. And the licking.

Well, that got dirty fast.

"Just buying some shave ice, brah." Kono replies, finally snapping out of it. She smiles a little too widely, mostly still thinking about Steve's jeans and how fast she can get him out of them, but Kamekona must think she's flirting or something because he ends up waving their money away.

"You're a cheap date." Steve comments once they're sitting at one of the tables. Kono sticks out her tongue, purple from the shave ice, and Steve looks at her for a second before giving in and breaking into a dimpled smile. That's right, Kono thinks with a cocky smirk. No one can resist this face.

"Well, I had to get creative. My boyfriend always seems to leave his wallet at home." She counters, laughing.

"Sounds like a loser. You should dump him." Steve advises in a perfectly serious tone of voice.

"Nah." Kono says dismissively. "He's got other things going for him." And yes, it occurs to her they're talking about Steve in the third person here.

"Like what?"

Kono stops, pretends to think about it, tapping the plastic spoon against her pursed lips.

"Well, he looks great in jeans, for one."

"So shallow." He shakes his head, all fake disapproval.

"You love me anyway."

Steve arches an eyebrow but doesn't refute this. Kono can't pretend to be surprised.

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The end.