A/N: This chapter is pretty much smut again. Don't say I didn't warn you. Enjoy! :)

DON'T TRY TO FIGHT IT
VICTIMS OF LOVE
YOU CAN'T DECIDE IT
VICTIMS OF LOVE

IV: Don't Try to Fight It

Lily smiled as she watched Gibbs move confidently around the kitchen. She had commandeered his shirt and was wearing it over nothing but her own lace panties. Gibbs himself was only wearing sweats, his tan, muscular chest bare for her to admire.

He was cooking pasta for dinner, and even making his own sauce. Lily hadn't met a lot of guys who knew how to make pasta sauce; she'd met even less who could actually be bothered to make it.

They ate together in silence, just watching each other. The pasta was amazing; the sauce had precisely the right balance of Italian tomatoey goodness and spiciness.

After dinner, they sat together on the couch to watch a movie. Lily rested her head on Gibbs' chest and he had his arms round her. Occasionally he dropped kisses on her hair and when she felt his tongue on the rim of her ear she couldn't resist tilting her head up to meet his lips. As their kiss deepened Gibbs reached for the buttons on Lily's shirt.

She pulled away from his lips. 'Upstairs?' she asked, quietly.

'Yes,' he replied.

They stumbled up to Gibbs' bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, a tangle of limbs. Her lips found his again as they fumbled at each others clothing. Lily could feel his arousal pressing against her and she rolled him onto his back, straddling him effortlessly.

She leant down to kiss him, her lips moving down his throat and across his chest. She nipped gently at a nipple and let out a cry as he sank his fingers inside her.

Her moans escalated as he fucked her with his fingers, hitting that spot inside of her with each thrust. She came with a sound indistinguishable as a moan or a scream, just a sound of pure animal lust. When he finally removed his fingers from her dripping folds he brought them to his mouth, to taste her.

In a swift move he had rolled the two of them over again so he was on top. He draped kisses across her breasts, suckling gently on each nipple before moving down he stomach and running his tongue across her clit.

She shivered in pleasure as his tongue probed her folds, pushing inside her before circling her clit again. He savoured the taste of her arousal, consuming all evidence of her earlier orgasm. He loved the feel of her, shaking beneath his tongue, completely immersed in the waves of bone-tingling pleasure he brought over her.

Her hands clenched into fists on the sheets as his tongue brought her ever closer to that exquisite edge. With a shout, she let herself fall. It was like fireworks exploding inside her and as she fell back to Earth she swore she saw stars.

Lily felt Gibbs' lips moving back up her stomach, his teeth grazing her sensitive flesh and she reached for him, dragging his blue eyes to hers as her hand caressed his shaft. An animal grunt escaped his lips as he brought his mouth to her ear.

'God, Lily,' he groaned. 'I've gotta have you.'

She relinquished her grip and a second later he thrust into her. Her breathing quickened, her moans interspersed with deep, panting breaths as he moved inside of her, almost painfully slowly. She pushed her hips up to meet his, simultaneously locking her arms around his neck and pulling his lips to hers. Their lips and tongues moved in sync with the rhythm of his thrusts. She moaned against his mouth, trembling beneath him as he hit her G-spot over and over. The sharp knot of pleasure in her abdomen tightened, heat swelling inside her as she came closer to completion.

Gibbs' thrusts became more urgent as he felt himself nearing the end. Lily's hands tightened on his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as her orgasm tore through her. Her legs closed around his waist, holding him inside her as she contracted around him, triggering his own climax. His whole body shook as he came inside her and it took all his strength not to collapse across her.

Finally she loosened her grip and he was able to roll off her, his breath coming in pants as his body recovered. He rolled onto his side and just watched her recovery.

He ran his hand through her red hair, pushing a few strands from her forehead.

'Lily,' he said, cupping her face and kissing her gently. 'I love you.'

Lily smiled and kissed him back.

'I love you too, Jethro,' she whispered.

-x-x-

For once, Abby's lab was silent. Lily hesitated briefly before going in. Abby looked up at her entry.

'Hey, Lily,' Abby smiled. She could already tell something had happened; the younger woman was practically glowing.

'Have you talked to Gibbs yet?' Lily asked.

'Not yet. Why? What's up?' Abby was intrigued.

'Nothing. Well, not any more,' Lily chuckled, blushing.

'Lily! Did you and Gibbs…?' Abby's mouth dropped open.

'Yeah, we kinda did,' Lily admitted.

'When? We only talked about it yesterday!'

'Last night. At his place. Twice,' Lily confided.

'And?' Abby raised a meaningful eyebrow.

'It was amazing,' Lily said, emphatically.

'That's what I like to hear,' Gibbs said, entering the room silently, as usual.

Lily spun round. 'You… uh…' She stuttered over the words.

Gibbs eyed her appraisingly and handed Abby a Caf-Pow!.

'What? We're all adults.' Gibbs smiled and placed his hand under Lily's chin, tilting her head up. 'And we all know what you're talking about.' He planted a kiss on her lips.

Lily blushed right down to the tips of her toes.

It was right, what people said about playing with fire. It burned, but in the best way Lily had ever known.

The End.

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