I know you've all been waiting a while for this and so I'm very, very sorry! I've been a bit caught up with coursework and my exams start soon (so don't expect chapter three for a while, sorry again!). But never mind that, chapter two is here, and it's smutty, so you'd better enjoy. Tell me what you think :)

II: You Take My Hand and Drag Me Headfirst

Minutes later, Lily was back at her desk, sans panties, which she had slipped into Gibbs' jacket pocket as she passed. A mischievous grin spread across her face as she sank into her chair, and she immediately reached for the most boring piece of paperwork she could find. Anything to keep from imagining the expression on Gibbs' face when he next put his hands in his pockets. In truth, she was surprised he hadn't noticed her leave them; he must have been more wrapped up in the case than she thought.

Half an hour passed, easily, before she so much as looked up again. She met Gibbs' eye as he rose and shrugged on his jacket. He said nothing, but he didn't need to: the lack of a coffee cup on his desk was enough. As he turned to leave his desk, a thought shot through Lily's mind and she had to stifle a laugh. What if he pulls the panties out in the middle of the store?

Luckily for Lily, Gibbs thrust his hands purposefully into his jacket pockets at that moment, as if searching for something. A frown crossed his brow and he withdrew one hand, in which he clutched the tiny scrap of lace that was her underwear. He stared at the fabric for a moment and then his face flushed red - an expression she had, surprisingly, not seen him use yet - as he realised what he held.

He jammed his hand back into his pocket and, his voice choked, said, 'Agent Harris, a word?'

Lily swallowed hard, to try and stop herself from laughing, and rose from her seat. 'Sure, Gibbs,' she replied with a smile.

The moment they were safely in the elevator, away from the prying eyes and ears of the rest of the team, Gibbs turned to her, dangling the panties between them.

'I think these are yours,' he said, pointedly raising an eyebrow.

'Are you sure?' Again, she found herself struggling not to laugh at the now bewildered expression on his face. 'Maybe…' she said slowly, 'you should check.'

And check he did. It was like a repeat performance of that morning: emergency stop engaged, hungry kisses and fingers on bare skin, except that this time, it was her skirt Gibbs had slipped his hand up, rather than her blouse. He met no resistance as his fingers found her bare centre, for her panties were already abandoned on the elevator floor. He hiked her skirt up as far as he could, pressing her back, hard, against the wall as he pushed two fingers inside her.

She moaned, twisting in his grip until he kissed her, his mouth devouring hers, hungry and possessive. When he finally released her lips she swayed, breathless, only to be brought crashing back to him as he ran his thumb over her clit. He moved his fingers within her, a steady rhythm punctuated only by the unpredictable appliance of his thumb to her clit.

Already her legs felt like jelly beneath her: she was relying entirely on him to stop her from falling. A whimper escaped her lips as Gibbs' lips traced a clear path down the side of her neck; he suckled gently at the base of her throat and she tipped her head back as far as she could, exposing as much of her throat as possible. The insistent rhythm with which he touched her was twisting knots in her belly, pulling tighter and tighter until, with a cry, she snapped.

She tightened around him and shattered. Only Gibbs' body, pressing her against the elevator wall, stopped her from collapsing to the floor. He held her up for several long moments, allowing her to recover before he let go.

'So,' she said, once she had caught her breath. 'Want some coffee?'

'Actually, I'd like to take you home to bed for the rest of the day,' Gibbs said, 'but I guess coffee's gonna have to do.'

Lily laughed. 'I think coffee's the best I can offer you right now. We do have a case, y'know.'

Gibbs ducked his head to kiss her, his lips lingering on hers for a moment before he pulled back. 'Maybe you should get back upstairs and solve the case then, so I can reward you?'

'A reward?' Lily smiled. 'What kind of reward?'

'The kind of reward that only my very favourite Agent will ever get.' Gibbs gave her a cheeky grin, and she tipped her head to kiss him again. It sounded like her favourite kind of reward.

-x-

As luck would have it, Lily did end up being the one to break the case. Well - really, Abby broke the case, but Lily was there when she did, and she was the one to deliver the news to Gibbs. Whilst scanning through the CCTV footage of the victim's apartment building, Abby spotted a figure who could easily have been the suspect, so she cleaned up the image, and - surprise, surprise - it was. That image gave them undeniable proof that the guy had been in the building, which was exactly where he had claimed he hadn't been. The icing on the plate, as Ziva had put it, was when Gibbs' confronted the suspect with the news in interrogation and the guy confessed everything.

Later that evening, Gibbs sent the rest of the team home, and finally, it was just the two of them. Lily waited at her desk for a few minutes in a vain attempt to actually finish her paperwork, but with Gibbs opposite her, leant back in his chair with his feet on the desk and the boyish grin he reserved just for her on his face, she found it extremely hard to concentrate.

'Lily,' he called, softly, after about five minutes of her ignoring him. 'Don't you want your reward?'

At that, she put down her pen and rose from her chair. 'That depends,' she said as she crossed the distance between them, 'on what the reward is.'

'Perhaps it's a surprise,' Gibbs said. He swung his legs off the desk and beckoned her forward. 'But I know you'll like it.'

Her skirt rode up as she straddled his thighs, and his pants grew noticeably tighter when he remembered she still wore no panties. He ran his hands under her skirt, pushing the fabric higher, but she grasped his wrists before his hands moved any higher. She giggled a little as she bent to kiss him, her fiery red curls falling forward to tickle his cheek and neck. As she parted his lips with her own, her teeth nipping his lower lip, he tried to tug his wrists from her grasp. With a laugh, she pulled away, still not letting go.

Lily said nothing, simply tightened her hold before dropping her mouth to his throat and touching her lips to his pulse point. She didn't need him to touch her; just the situation he head her in was enough to have her wet and almost aching for him. As she kissed his lips again, she ground her hips against the bulge in his pants and he groaned, trying again to free his wrists. This time, she let him go, moving her own hands swiftly to his shirt and undoing the buttons to expose the smooth planes of his chest and stomach.

Immediately Gibbs' hands slipped under her skirt and she had to stifle a cry as he slipped two fingers inside her. She tipped her hips towards him and her hands gripped his now loose shirt as, for the second time that day, his fingers moved inside of her, pushing her towards another inevitable climax.

It was his thumb on her clit that pushed her over the edge; she threw her head back and cried out, no longer caring if there might be someone to hear, before she collapsed across him, breathless.

A moment later, she managed to undo her zipper on his pants and pulled them down, along with his boxers, just far enough that she could reach his shaft. Gibbs couldn't wait; just the knowledge that she was so close was enough to make him want to throw her over his desk and bury himself in her.

She ground her hips down onto him, teasing him so cruelly, before he gripped her hips and lifted her over him. A moan slipped from his lips as she sank on to him, and her fingers dug into his shoulders. It wasn't the best angle, and were they anywhere else, it wouldn't have felt nearly as good. It was the thrill of being in the squad room, fucking right there at Gibbs' desk. Lily threw her head back with a groan as his fingers bit into her hips and the angle of his shallow thrusts caused the base of his cock to rub her clit with every movement.

Had his eyes been open, Gibbs might have seen approaching Special Agent, but his eyes were closed, and his ears heard little but Lily's whimpers and his own groans. Instead, it was the thud of something falling to the floor and a strangled cry of 'crap!' that caught their attention.