*WARNING: EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT*
So there they were again - at her hotel door. Less tentative this time, Gibbs pushed her gently against it, pinning her there with his body. His hand on her cheek, he kissed her boldly. She responded desperately to him. They eventually parted, light headed, gasping for air.
"Shall we go inside?" He suggested.
"Yes, yes that's a good idea," she flustered. He held her purse as she rummaged about in it for the key card. She tried the key. It wouldn't work. She tried again. And a third time. Still nothing. "Oh, for Pete's sake!" She exclaimed. She turned to face him, her face a picture of frustration. "Well, I guess we have to go and find the concierge."
He was smiling very slightly and looking adoringly at her.
"What?" She snapped. "Am I amusing you?"
He leaned his body into her again. He kissed her neck, then rested his cheek against hers.
"Ssh ... " He whispered soothingly. "Ssh ... Relax. You're okay. It's okay." He kissed behind her ear gently as he took the key card from her hand and unlocked the door. He put an arm around her waist and guided her inside.
They walked across the threshold and the door swung gently closed behind them. As the catch caught in the lock they both dropped everything they had been carrying and lunged for each other. His jacket came off. He kicked his shoes off. She pulled at his shirt. They kissed with passion and desperation.
"Bedroom?" He asked.
"Bedroom," she agreed.
He took her hand and led her into the bedroom. He kissed her with renewed determination. And the he felt her resist slightly. "Oh no, not again," him body screamed at him. She pulled away and held his hands.
"There's something I have to tell you."
"I knew it!" He thought. He waited patiently.
"It's just, it's been a while since I've done anything like this." She looked awkwardly at him. He shrugged.
"It's been a while for me too."
"No, you don't understand," she stressed. "I mean, it's been a really, really long while."
"How long exactly?" She was right, he really didn't understand where this was going. She chewed her bottom lip anxiously. She hesitated for a moment. Then she took a deep breath, closed her eyes and said,
"Twenty two years." He paused for a second. Had he heard that right?
"What? Did you say 22 years? Years?"
She was looking at the floor again. She nodded in acknowledgement.
"You mean you haven't had ... haven't ... in over 20 years?" She twisted her hands anxiously. She took a step back and began to pace.
"Well, I never found anyone and then work got busy and ... you know how it goes ... and time goes by and you stop thinking about it ... and then you start thinking about it again and you suddenly realise it's been ... 22 ... years ..." She rambled on still looking at the carpet.
"So you've been thinking about it again huh?" She still wouldn't look at him but she blushed heavily. He smiled to himself. He thought it absolutely adorable.
"So what changed your mind tonight?" He asked gently.
She looked him straight in the eye. "I know you won't hurt me."
He closed his eyes for a second to hide the heartache behind them. He stepped towards her and wrapped his arms around her tightly. He kissed her hair, her forehead then pressed his cheek to hers. His mouth close to her ear.
"I would NEVER hurt you." He whispered. Sighing, he stopped to think for a second. He held her at arms length, looking down at her, still trying to catch her eye for more than a moment.
"Okay, so let's take this a little slower shall we? We'll take it a step at a time. You can stop me whenever you need to. And I will stop. I promise you. I would never hurt you. Okay?"
She nodded still staring at the floor.
"Hey, Look at me. I'm up here remember?" He took her face in his hands and kissed her gently but firmly. "No more down at the floor." The kiss continued to linger upon her lips. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" He asked. Her head was spinning. Her body already aching for his.
"My God, yes." She gasped breathlessly.
His lips moved to her neck, behind her ear, her shoulder. His fingers fumbled with the zip of her dress. Finally, it co-operated and the gown fell to the floor. It had indeed been a beautiful gown. He stepped back a little to see what he had uncovered. He smiled, delighted.
"Is that a real corset?" She put her hands on her waist and pirouetted.
"Steel bones and everything! Abby says a dress is only as good as the under garments beneath it."
"Is that so?" She nodded, her hands on her waist.
"Her Sister Rosita told her apparently – although when she said that I thought she actually had a sister called Rosita. I guess I misheard." Ah, so the nuns were in on this as well.
"Well far from me to argue with Sister Rosita," he agreed.
He stared at her cinched waist and beautifully rounded breasts. He smiled appreciatively. "Remind me to thank her the next time I see her." He added. Now all he had to do was figure out how to get her out of it. He held her hand to help her step out of her dress. He patted the end of the bed.
"Come and sit down". She sat. He knelt down and taking one foot in his hands began to massage the in-step. She groaned in pleasure.
"I'd say that was better than sex, but I don't actually remember," She laughed self consciously.
"Jokes? ... That's a good sign, right?" he thought. He kissed the in-sole before putting it down and starting on the other foot.
She threw herself back on the bed.
"Oh my God, that's wonderful. I could make a fortune renting you out to do that. Oh, you are so good with your hands!" He chuckled.
"So I've been told but I'm not for sale," he laughed as he kissed the foot before putting it down and moving on to her calf, her knee and finally, her thigh. She made soft sighing noises with each kiss and each touch of his hands. The jokes had stopped as she focused on his ministrations.
He became vaguely aware of a scar on her knee. He shook it off. But there at the top of her stocking on the inside of her thigh was definitely, definitely the scar from a cigarette burn.
He closed his eyes for a moment, suddenly realising the degree of trust she had bestowed upon him. He kissed the scar. His lips lingering for just a moment too long.
She realised what he'd found and tried to hide the scar with her hand. He brushed it aside, holding it gently as he continued to kiss around her stocking top. She gasped as just briefly, his lips brushed against the silk and lace between her thighs with a promise of more to follow.
He took a change in position to divest himself of his clothes. She hadn't seemed to noticed - Her body so full of delightful sensations. Her brain was way beyond anything like thought. He watched the almost hypnotic rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed heavily waiting for him to lay with her.
"Now," he wondered out loud, "how do I unwrap my surprise?" He tugged cluelessly at the corset. "What? Do I have to say 'Open Sesame' or something?"
She laughed playfully. "Do you need some help, Sweetheart?"
''Sweetheart. Yes, I definitely like that .' He decided. He paid attention as she undid the top busk of the corset. Her breasts were released from their confinement. Her breathing got heavier. Their eyes met as he reached for her.
He kissed between her breasts as the second husk followed the first. Slowly, he unwrapped her from it. It too, had looked amazing but just like the dress, it had to go.
He lay on his side looking down at her. He ran his hand up under her breast cupping it and rubbing his thumb across her nipple. Her skin was smooth and soft and fragrant. The nipple responded urgently to his touch. He took it in his mouth and sucked gently. He felt it crinkle and lengthen in his mouth. She groaned and placed a hand upon his neck keeping him in place.
He smiled inwardly. "That's my girl." She let out another groan of pleasure. He continued to explore her body. Inch by inch, kiss by tender kiss. He loved the way she tasted. The goose bumps that flushed across her body at his touch. The gasps, the moans. She lay on the bed her eyes closed, her back arched. She was so, so ready. Her body silently pleading for him. It was taking all of his self control not to move on any faster. The anticipation was driving each of them mad.
He continued to kiss down the length of her body. Abruptly, the sighs and moans stopped. He felt her tense beneath him and once again, her hands blocked his way. This time she was more determined. She was extremely anxious and close to tears. She had started to tremble and resisted him moving her hands.
"It's okay," he coaxed. "Let me see. It's okay, I promise."
"I can't." She lay rigidly against him. "It's just too hideous." He moved back up her body. He kissed her gently, longingly until the trembling began to subside. He looked into her eyes and stroked her hair.
"You're okay. You're safe here with me. Nothing can hurt you, you have my word. Let me see." She still resisted. He lay his hand on hers and held it tenderly. He whispered soothingly, "I promise you, it will be all right."
Reluctantly, she let him push her hands away. He took a deep breath. The scar tissue was jagged in places. There was evidence of surgery and stitches. Low on her stomach, a permanent bruise, shockingly resembling part of a boot print. He kissed the scar and lay his head upon her belly. He wrapped his arms around her waist holding her tightly and closed his eyes. A moment of rage flashed across his mind. It lodged in his throat, choking him. If only he'd known at the time what that bastard had done. He'd have killed him right there.
She ran her hand softly through his hair to break his thoughts. "I'll understand if you want to get dressed now." She whispered sadly - her voice reflecting the sorrow and shame she carried inside her. He looked up at her. Her face was filled with such heartache. He vowed he would rid her of it. He pulled himself back up her body until they were facing each other. Despite his earlier efforts she would not look at him. He found the look of sorrow across her face utterly heart breaking.
"Hey," He coaxed, kissing her cheek gently. There was no response. "Hey, come on now, you promised you would look at me." He asked more firmly. She eventually she complied. "That's my girl," he whispered and brushed her hair from her face. He stared into her eyes desperately trying to take her pain from her. "Nothing could be further from the truth. Nothing. I am not going anywhere."
He cradled her in his arms rocking her gently. He kissed her head and stroked her hair, overwhelmed by a sudden need to protect her. She wrapped her arms around him relishing the feel of his body against hers. It had been so very long since she had lain this close to anyone. Breathing in his scent, feeding on his strength. She pulled her embrace tighter.
He kissed the top of her head and whispered, "Are you okay? Shall we stop for tonight?"
She leaned up on one elbow. "No. No I don't want to stop. I thought you would want to stop. I thought you would find me ugly. I thought ... "
He captured her mouth with his own. He kissed her passionately, desperate to prove her wrong. His hands explored her body more urgently. Her body rising to meet them. She could feel his own response to her. He sighed as she began her own exploration of his body. Her hands light and cool to the touch, her kisses hot on his skin.
He gasped for breath and took her hands. She looked up at him. "Time to take a break I think. I promised you a step at a time. We're about to jump a whole handful. You're making this very hard."
She grinned, "Yes, I can see."
He looked away bashfully. "Well, I'm trying not to rush but he's not quite so patient!" He ran his hand slowly down her body once again. "Let's slow it down again. I want you to remember tonight for all the right reasons ... Now, where was I?" He asked playfully. "Oh yeah ..."
He pushed her gently back on the bed and kissed her stomach softly once more. His kisses continued down until he again met silk and lace. He changed position so that he could slowly pull her underwear down. Her legs parted for him and he watched in fascination as the petals between her thighs began to swell and moisten and part.
He lowered his head and touched her very centre with the tip of his tongue. Her cry was electrifying. Her hands in his hair, her hips bucked upwards to meet his mouth, her thighs parting further for him. He tried to calm her but to no avail.
"No, I can't, I can't . It has to be now. Now, please now." She was panting with twenty years of unreleased need. Her back arched, she threw her head back. Her every focus on his actions.
He lowered his mouth back to her. Her cry was louder. His tongue circling languidly. He pressed a finger against her opening and her body pushed against him in immediate response - Tightening around him, urgently moving with him.
Her movements were becoming faster and more demanding, pushing her ever closer to her peak. Her hips ground against his hand. She mewled like a cat. He looked up to see her completely immersed in the pleasure he offered - her body writhing on the bed in complete abandon. He lowered his head once more. He ran his tongue the length of her, tasting her on his fingers.
She convulsed into waves of ecstasy. She pulled at his hair, pushed her body further onto his hand. She cried - tears of joy and tears of sorrow.
Twenty years! Twenty years alone in the wasteland. And before then, it had been nothing like this. No gentleness, no care, No compassion. Pain and bruises. Harsh, quick and done. But this? This was joyous. This was incredible.
Her response to him was mesmerizing. She was his. Completely. And he had to have her. He would not, could not wait a second longer. He climbed up her body. Their eyes met. Her's were desperate, longing.
"Please." she whispered imploring him, "Please, be inside me. I need you inside me."
In one swift movement he plunged into her. She lifted her hips up to meet his. She cried out in joy and wrapped her legs tightly around him. She was wild and hungry for him. She began to tighten her inner muscles around him. It felt sublime. He matched her urgent rhythm. She felt hot and moist around him. He was aware of nothing else. They kissed deeply, her whole body melting itself against his.
"You taste of me," she smiled.
He was desperately trying to stay in control for just a little while longer. That one sentence was enough to send him tumbling over the edge. His body refused to listen to him. The feel of her limbs wrapped around him, holding him tightly inside her was too much to ignore,. His pace quickened. He closed his eyes - every fibre of his being focused on the woman beneath him - Accepting him so completely.
Their bodies writhed in synchrony. . The rest of the world disappeared. He could feel her desire urgently rising once more. Her breath was short, her movement becoming less coordinated. He laced his fingers through hers, ground his body deeper into hers.
"Look at me. Open your eyes and look at me." He demanded.
She stared into his searing blue eyes. She could have dived into their pools and never come up - happy to drown there. The pleasure he created was fast overwhelming her. Her eyes rolled back, her body arched. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. He rested his cheek against hers and rode out her orgasm with her. She wept for joy, engulfed in the flood of emotions swirling around her.
As her movements subsided and her breathing calmed, he lay her gently back down on the bed. He lay within her quietly. He kissed her softly at first and then gradually with more passion as his own desires grew.
He was deep within her. He relished the smooth, tight movements around him. She tilted her hips up and wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind him. His movements slammed ever faster into her. He looked up at her briefly. She was watching his every response to her. She stared lovingly into his eyes, kissed him briefly and whispered,
"Come for me, my Love."
Every shred of self control he ever thought he had was lost. His cry matched hers as he released all that he was, all that he would ever be into her. His world contained nothing but her. Her heat, her sound, her scent. It tumbled around him. A swirling kaleidoscope of sensation and pleasure. He was hers and hers alone.
The overwhelming emotion left him raw and vulnerable. His arms gave way and he sank against her body. Holding her close to him and hiding his face in her hair. She lowered her legs to rest upon his thighs.. She stroked his hair, kissed his face and rocked them both gently as they lay clinging to each other in their post-coital haze.
Eventually, she felt his body leave hers. He kissed her tenderly. "That was amazing," she gasped. He could only nod in agreement. His eyes still closed, aware of nothing it seemed but her.
He kissed her once more and opened his eyes. They swept across her face frantically trying to imprint the moment forever to his memory and his heart. He looked deeply into her eyes - Into her very soul it seemed and kissed her tenderly. Then he curled around her body, wrapping her tightly in his arms as they spooned together. Their bodies warm, the sheets crisp, they began to doze. He leaned in and kissed behind her ear.
"I will never hurt you," he promised and drifted off to sleep.