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Uhm. Hey. This is my FIRST NCIS fanfic EVER. I know its not great, maybe not even good, but I quite liked it. I think it is only a one shot, so I hope you enjoyed this short little fic-y. Review's would be l-o-v-e-ly. :D And I would enjoy them like no other, they bring smiles to my face, AND they let me know whether or not I should continue writing NCIS fanfic's or not.
He is sick of the way guys look at her, the heated perusal of her body, the sly glances that get thrown in her direction when they think no one is looking, the hunger that lingers in their gaze's as they speak to her. He notices it all, he sees and it only serves to make his blood boil. They can't have her, his mind always seems to rage at him, and it's a pointless argument it seems, for the only reason they can't have her is because "she is his," which isn't true, yet.
She never fails to encourage them, make them want her even more, with the way she leaves her lips slightly parted when she is speaking to them, to the way her dark brown eyes seem to hold an intensity of the things she secretly desires. Oh, how he wishes to be the one to fulfill her every desire, to finally be able to tangle his tongue with hers as they clash for dominance, to have the wonderful caress of her heated lips across his skin as he tangles his fingers in her long brown hair, brushing it from her face so he can stare into her eyes without being forced to look away because of some stupid Rule.
He needed it, he need her, his need only seemed to grow as the days passed, each one dragging on longer than the last due too the sexual tension that was ever present between the two. And right now wasn't any different.
He watched as she talked to a friend of the dead marine, he noticed the way the man's eyes traced her form as she glanced around surveying the area. She was doing it again, drawing them in without so much as batting an eyelash. She didn't even need to flirt with someone to get them hooked on her, or maybe that was just him. Maybe he just got hooked from the first glance she threw in his direction, or maybe it was when he heard her sultry voice wrap around his form in a gentle caress, he couldn't remember, but he did know that he was addicted.
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Rai.