Title: Jealousy?
Author: Syalie
Beta Reader: MDDC26
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Chapter 6:
KATE
She woke up with a start, remembering suddenly that she had meant to invite Gibbs out for dinner that evening. Well, she looked blearily at the alarm clock beside her; it was a bit too late for that now. The digital display glowed blue in the dark, and she blinked to clear her vision enough to see the 2:00am clearly. She shifted until she was facing away from the clock, and Tim's face was inches away from hers.
Everything about him was a screaming contradiction, Kate mused, and he slept so peacefully, he was almost innocent in those hours. She could have stared at him for hours, cataloguing the individual features of his face until she had every detail memorised.
It had been the hardest thing to keep things purely friendly over their weekend together. Nigh impossible actually. She tried hard to keep things platonic, when he read her romantic poetry over dinner. She tried a little less hard to keep things friendly when they were soaked and their clothes revealed more than they hid. Platonic went out the window when he kissed the corners of her lips to 'taste' the food they were making.
Platonic went up in flames as soon as their dinner did, and they were forced to make a quick call for Chinese food, answering the door in nothing more than his boxers and rosy cheeks. Damn, she thought to herself as she stared at his closed eyes. Never before had any man been able to cloud her mind like this.
Unable to sleep, she smirked. After all, if she couldn't sleep, why should he. She ran her finger gently along the outside of lips and he twisted to move away. He let out a long sigh and nestled back into his pillow. Grinning openly now, she pinched his nose gently, and when he didn't wake, gave it a quick squeeze until he started away, kicking at the blankets to get free. She let go of his nose laughing at the semi-crazed look on his sleep addled features.
Tim opened his eyes at last, and all he saw was Kate laughing silently at him.
"What time is it?" he croaked, his throat dry, "2:15am, and you know that you've just declared war right?"
He kicked off his blankets and rose to his knees above her.
"Remember. You reap what you sow!" he declared as he tickled her relentlessly, running his hands along her ribs. She laughed and threw herself off the bed and bolted out of the room. He chased her around the apartment and cornered her in the kitchen. He caught her by the waist and she curled against his chest. He held her easily and carried her back to her bedroom.
"Why, I do declare you a gentleman, Timothy McGee." She purred as he carried her over the threshold. He smirked and then dropped her unceremoniously on the bed. She crawled up to sit at the bed head,
"Thank you, Tim." She said softly. Tim knelt himself in front of her.
"No. Thank you." He shifted forward and leaned in for a kiss. He propped himself on one arm, and ran his fingers gently against her jaw, sliding it back until he wrapped his fingers in her hair.
This was where they always ended up, and Kate was a little bit scared, as they fell into bed, that she was falling in love with her soft –hearted probie.
Meanwhile somewhere out there, a blue eyed man tended to his phone, waiting for it to ring.
TIM
Being with Kate is simple. Their weekend started off as dinner plans, she cooked [ordered take-out] and he brought the wine. Halfway through their third bottle of wine, he thought it was a good idea to read her some of his more romantic, and since she had matched him glass for glass, she had seemed to think it was as romantic as he had intended it to be. She had been in quite the romantic mood after that.
He helped her clean the plates after dinner, and by the end of their washing, they were both soaked to the bone and then their race to the bathroom to 'dry up.' The rest of their plans for the night were left aside, as they fell into bed. Their date night turned into a date weekend and he just lost himself when he was with her. He lost himself in her, and the hours they spent in bed were beyond his wildest imagination.
He would never have guessed that she was this much fun, with her particular background as an ex secret-service agent. He had assumed that she was much more elegant and restrained outside of work, and less like the giddy teenager she had been over their weekend.
She had been a totally different Kate to the one he had gotten to know at work. He learnt his lessons with Abby. He didn't want to rush things, didn't want to ruin whatever there was a chance of the two of them sharing.
He found he really liked this new Kate.
Judging from the reaction they had garnered from Gibbs with rule twelve, and DiNozzo's perpetual nosiness, they had both agreed to keep their relationship far out of the office. He was especially wary of Abby finding out, given their history and her close relationship with Gibbs, she was the last one he wanted to know about them.
GIBBS:
He had invited Kate out for dinner that weekend, and maybe for the chance to spend the weekend together but she had declined, telling him she already made plans. She seemed apologetic, and said that she would try to find time for him during the week, and they could go out then.
He struggled with the idea of just turning up to her apartment like last time, but last week's experience had taught him better. He hadn't felt this confused since he was a teen trying to woo Shannon. He was afraid to seem too eager and scare her off, and at the same time was afraid to seem too distant and make her wonder whether he was interested at all.
Instead he spent the weekend, nursing his bourbon, his boat and keeping a wary eye on his cell - on the off chance that she would call.