The prompt was "kind," and I also listened to the song, "Kiss Me Slowly," by Parachute. I don't own NCIS.
They were two different kinds of people. He was a clown and she was a ninja. It was such a weird match, but yet it felt so right. They had become accustomed to spending time with each other outside of the workplace, and things started to feel right.
They took things slow though. They knew that nothing could happen anyways. At the same time though, neither of them knew where things were going to go.
He was walking her home one night after going out to dinner. Walking side by side, their fingers brushed lightly against each other. She looked up at him and he looked down at her, and both of them let out a nervous chuckle.
"Sorry," he mumbled, sticking his hand in his pocket.
And then they continued walking back to her apartment in silence.
When they finally reached her apartment complex, he walked her to the door. She stood there on her porch, studying his eyes. He watched her, the moon shining high above them, illuminating her skin.
His hand reached up to stroke her cheek and their heads leaned in. He closed his eyes and she closed hers, and a moment later he could taste her lips. All he could see past his eyelids was the skyline and his thumb stroked her cheek gently.
She kissed him slowly before pulling away a moment later, a small smile gracing her lips. "Goodnight," she whispered, taking a step back.
"Goodnight," he murmured in reply.
And then he watched he walk inside her apartment complex, shooting him a small smile once before shutting the door. In that moment, everything was perfect. She kissed him slowly, cautiously, not wanting to mess things up. And he was okay with that.
He turned on his heel, walking down the steps, starting his own walk home, the moonlight illuminating the path in front of him.