Closer
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Au after Twilight. Be warned its kinda of dark.
Kate wasn't the one shot.
She felt the concrete wall behind her begin to pulse as the bass kicked in. Her eyes closed as the lights began to strobe. The metallic tang of his blood hit her tongue as she clamped her teeth into his shoulder to muffle her cry of passion as he entered her with great abandon.
Eyes open briefly to stare at their companions twined on the couch. The sight was a strange juxtaposition creamy white skin untouched by the sun wrapped in the dark tan of years of desert living. Deceptively strong hands wrapped in jet black hair. Brown curls falling in waves enclosing both in the protective embrace. As much as a surprise of Ziva's fondness for Abby it was no surprise at all. The two women blended together seamlessly almost if connected by fate.
The tempo picks up and so do his strokes. She has never felt this exposed. But she has never felt this safe and protected. His head is on her shoulder as she catches the scent of Bourbon in the air. The scent evokes the images of gray hair and blue eyes the scent of coffee in the background. He'd been invited but decided a sawdust covered basement was more his scene. Although she would have bet good money that a certain red headed director would have been able to coerce him along if she put her mind to it.
Bass pounding though the air as if it were a living organism wrapping her in its heady embrace dulled he thoughts of others. It brought her back to the problem Tony. Images of her partner flowed though her mind like whiskey. From the teasing remarks to the pranks to his lust for life to his string of meaningless string of affairs to the warm splash of his blood on her face.
Penetrated the similarities are striking in Kate's mind, hollow point bullet penetrating Tony's brain, someone else's cock penetrating her body. She feels likes to think both penetrations have the same effect ripping apart whatever is in its path and causing the soul to flee. She feels herself slipping a little more everyday, the penetration the only thing that even feels real anymore.
Tim (always Tim Never McGee, not since the first time when he shoved her into the wall on the stairs at work and took her like an animal) quickens his strokes to a level of urgency she knows well by this point. Her breath comes short as she realizes she might love him, not because he never says anything when she screams Tony's name when she reaches her climax but because sometimes so does he.