NCIS - Tim centered
Chapter Six: You had me at Hello - A day to remember
McGee quickly stopped laughing, and stood up. A wave of dizziness caught him, as he grabbed on the table for support. He took a deep breath, then started walking to his prey.
"Hi." A woman smiled at McGee. Her hair was the blackest black, shinned under the dim lights hanging in the bar. She wore booty shorts, and a white tank top, with black heels. Her breast were welcoming, most likely a C cup.
McGee smiled, looking into her eyes. Her bright blue eyes.
"Holly shit your hot." McGee said, not realizing what he's saying.
She laughed, "your funny, what's your name?"
"McGee. Timothy McGee." McGee winked, then lost balence, holding onto the bar.
She grabbed him, and laughed.
"My name is Scarlet, I'll take you home, you don't look like you can drive." She said, walking him to the door.
He looked at Tony, as Tony nodded, then they walked out.
"Did you come with someone?" Scarlet asked.
"Yes, you?"
"No, here, we can take my car." She said, putting him in the passenger seat, getting in, and starting the car.
"So, where do you live?"
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He leaned over, kissing her soft lips, pushing her against his door. She moaned. "You look like you could of drove yourself." Scarlet winked, then started kissing him slowly. He grabbed his keys, and started opening the door, while kissing her. Her lips tasted like watermelons.
He liked watermelons.
The door opened, and they started taking each others clothes off, while he locked the door, and dropped his keys.
She walked backwards, he still kissed her.
He pushed her against the wall, his hands wrapped around her neck, feeling her soft skin against his lips.
She screamed.
He jumped back.
"What? What's wrong?!" McGee began to panic.
She pointed at the large blood stain on the carpet.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Scarlet. I forgot about that. Last weak I was stabbed-" McGee said, he lifted his shirt, the wounds revealing the truth.
She gasped.
"Oh my gosh, Tim!" She said, she bent over, kissing his scars.
He made a small laugh. "What?" Scarlet looked up at him.
"It's just, I'm surprised, I guess. I never really imagined picking a girl up at the bar to be like this."
She laughed, "I know the feeling. So, do you feel ok? You know, enough for a little fun time in bed?" Scarlet winked.
McGee moaned, "Oh you little dirty slut, hell yes I am." McGee kissed her neck. "Don't take that the wrong way, please" McGee said.
She smiled. "I like how you care so much, Tim, but I just want you-" Scarlet kissed his lips, then continued, "in me."
"Oh, really?" He said, he took her shirt off, and kissed her lips, while unhooking her bra.
She unzipped his pants, moaning.
The bra fell to the floor, as he started kissing her breast.
He stood up straight, and kissed her lips again, walking her to her room, then falling onto the bed.
She took his pants off, and he took hers off. His hand slid against her small thighs, moving towards her stomach. He stopped kissing.
"Is something wrong?" She asked.
He looked at her now-naked body.
Her thighs were so small and sexy. Her breast, were huge. He could see her rib bones, and hip bones, and her stomach, was as if she had none. It looked like it fell three inches below her ribs. "A-are you starving?" He asked, worried.
She looked down, a tear fell.
"I'm anorexic." She said softly.
"Babe..I mean, Scarlet. Do you want to talk? I'm here for you." McGee said, laying next to her.
She looked at him, as he wiped her tears away, kissing her cheek.
"You really care that much?" She asked.
"Of corse, I understand. When I was eight, my dad..he didn't feed me. I mean, he fed my sister, but not me. After being bullied for years, getting called fat all the time, I began to like starving, and then I didn't eat at school either. Or whenever he actually did feed me. Technically, I was too. I know how you can like the feeling, to starve yourself. You know, after I recovered, I ate too much, but I finally got rid of weight the healthy way. Scarlet, I know I don't know you and all, this night may be a one time thing, but I love you-" McGee confessed, holding Scarlet close.
She smiled. "I love you too. And, can we just talk about it in the morning? I really want you in me." Scarlet moaned, her smile grew bigger.
McGee took a deep breath, "I'm worried about you."
She sighed.
"I promise I'll eat if we fuck." Scarlet smiled.
"Okay." McGee smiled, getting on top of her, he kissed her neck, pulling her undies off, throwing it off the bed, searching for something in the covers.
"What are you looking for, hun?" Scarlet said.
McGee smiled at the new nickname. "A condom, I had one in my pocket." McGee said, searching.
"Oh, I'm glad you care, Timmy, but let's just go without one." Scarlet said.
"But, what if-"
"Shh, it's ok." Scarlet said, she jumped on top of him, and grabbed his dick, sliding it in her. She sat on him as he moaned.
