Disclaimer: .d.i.s.c.l.a.i.m.e.d.
It started pouring rain when he left the NCIS building, but he knew that tonight, no rain, hail or shine was going to stop him from completing his plan. He got in his car, turned the ignition on and put on his favourite radio station. He needed to make a pitstop at a little well known shop, it was one of his few times there, but he knew from now on, that his stops there would become regular.
Climbing back into the car satisfactory with what he bought, the beat and lyrics of Mike Posiner's 'Cooler Than Me' filled the compact space of his mustang, however one particular lyric lingered in his mind.
'If I could write you a song, to make you fall in love, I'd already have you right under my arm."
Those few simple words described his situation completely. Sure he was no author or songwriter like McNovel, but that wasn't going to stop him from telling the woman he loves, that he wants to be with her, forever. But just because he could allure her with some fancy, romantic words, that wasn't going to stop him from using his 'DiNozzo Charm'. It seems strange that Tony wants to be with her forever. Forever seems like, well a long time, but he knew that when you're happy, time flies like a blink of an eye. So much time had passed whilst knowing each other, but he knew that to be happy, he needed to be with her, so even if time would fly, she would always be with him. As he pulled up to her new apartment, he started to get nervous. DiNozzo! What the hell is wrong with you? You don't get nervous, well I suppose this is completely different than seducing some dumb blonde, but still, there is no way, I am going to chicken out! Stepping out of his car and crossing the road, with his special item in hand, he became more confident in himself. The steps up to her pad, seemed to be of shorter distance than what was before. He knocked at the apartment door a few times. He stood there, one door separating a future which he could have, thinking about what could go wrong, but shuffling behind the door disturbed his unpleasant thoughts.
The door opening slowly, the occupant slightly surprised by his visit.
"Tony? What are you doing here?" She asked softly, before stepping back and giving him permission to enter her place. It was modern, the walls of neutral colours of all different shades, the furnishings matching each other; it really was a nice place.
"Umm..." Oh my god, DiNozzo! You're stumbling! Seriously! Snap out of it! He cleared his throat and began speaking. "Umm, I'm not sure how to tell you this, so I'll just begin by giving you this." He handed her a long but deep, red box with silver ribbon around the box, forming a box on the lid. Curious to know what was inside, and thankful for his sweet gesture, she carefully took off the ribbon and lifted the lid, to reveal 11 identical red roses, and one slightly noticeable, fake white one. She began to have butterflies in her stomach, and could feel the apples on her cheeks turning a slight pink.
"Thankyou Tony." She said, slightly embarrassed that she was blushing in front of the man she loved. She put the box down on the brown, polished coffee table and took a step forward towards him. She reach up, a hand laying lightly on his left shoulder, her hand touching the right side of his face, before giving a feather-light peck on his cheek. She left her hands there to linger for a moment, gazing into his emerald green eyes, knowing that he bought a fake one purposely, and not just out of kindness. "Thankyou, but I must ask, why is one fake?"
"I told you that I couldn't live without you, and I spoke that with truth. But I've learnt that over the months since we've brought you back, and I know that you're safe, I just can't stop thinking about you." He says as a huge weight is lifted off his chest.
"I think you mean, that you brought me back, you are the one who saved me. You, Tony." A small small grows upon her face until she cannot keep a huge grin from appearing. "But, you still have not answered me question." He smirks at her, as he follows her to the couch to sit down. They sit close next to each other, she crossing her legs to face him and he copying.
"But you haven't answered mine." He bickered lightly, to keep up their usual tension in the air. She laughs softly, enjoying his juvenile ways.
"Hmm... Let me see." She says before staring deeply into his eyes. He can't help but gaze back and her chocolate brown eyes. They subconsciously lean forward before there faces are inches apart. "You, are thinking about -", before she finishes her sentence, he crashes his lips against hers, grabbing her waist and pulling her forward as he leans back against the couch. The kiss started with passion and ended with hunger for more. For five years, they have been avoiding the inevitable, building a brick wall made from all the sexual tension and eye sex between them. That wall all came crumbling down as he kissed her, with their first real kiss. Sure, they cannot forget about when they went undercover as a pair of married assassins, but that was very early in their relationship, and it didn't really mean that much then, like it does now. Trying to stay close to each other for as long as possible, and only pulling apart for small gasps of air, they finally weren't afraid to give in to their guilty pleasure.
A.N: Ooh I feel so evil to end it right there! But don't worry, I'm writing the next chapter now cause I can't wait till tomorrow! hehe! :) so if you're lucky, chapter 3 may even be up today! I'm actually thinking of making it more than 3 chaps or making a sequel... so just tell me if you want more than 3 chaps or a sequel, cause i'd be happy to write one :) If you liked the story, please review, I think you guys are so much better in giving me criticism and stuff like that, than my teachers! =P so thankyou very much for reading my story! now back to writing! oh and check out that song "Cooler Than Me" i lovee it! and i had to use the first line! :D
lovee caroline xoxo