A/N - Let's just say it was a crappy week and leave it at that. Now on with the fun stuff - heat warning for this chapter.
Enjoy and love to here what you think.
Chapter 182 - Wedding Part 5
"Mine," he whispered.
"Mine too," she replied.
"Always."
They spoke the word together. Followed it with a matching slow, deep breath. Her vanilla scent filled his nose - calming, relaxing yet there was also a little something more … physical in his reaction to her scent. The rest of the world clambered outside their little bubble but for now it was just him and Jessie. Another breath together but then the noises broke through and pulled his attention from the woman in his arms. Cheers and whistles mingled with comments though Callen couldn't be completely sure what those were since he only caught the tail end of some of them.
"Perhaps," Hetty's voice came through clearer and the others seemed to go quiet as she spoke. "We should all get dry and warm before we continue with the celebrations. Shall we say twenty minutes?"
Callen lifted his head and pulled his hand from Jessie's hair to rest at her waist. He eased a fraction closer to her and winked. Her gaze narrowed instantly followed quickly by suspicion in her eyes.
"Make it an hour Hetty." Callen's eyes never left Jessie's. "I have a feeling it's going to take me a bit longer than that to warm up enough," he added.
Deeks coughed, Eric spluttered and if Callen had been watching he knew he'd be able to see a very deep blush on Eric's cheeks. Jessie's eyes widened for just a moment before the heat jumped in them and she smiled too.
"Very well." There was amusement in Hetty's tone. "Those who are ready sooner will find me in the lounge area. The rest of you, an hour it is. And Jessie dear, if you put your dress outside your room I am sure an hour will be plenty of time for me to dry it so you may wear it later."
Jessie glanced at Hetty. "I would like that. Thank you Hetty."
Callen liked the idea too given he hadn't really had a chance to see her beyond the initial impression, as beautiful as it had been, before he'd been watching her expression as she walked toward him - something even more beautiful. He slipped his hand into Jessie's and started to walk away from the group.
"Hey," Deeks called out, "don't we at least get to -Ummph. Kenz!"
"Let 'em go Deeks."
"But… Oh. Bye."
Callen grinned. He could just about imagine the look Kensi had shot Deeks to get him to stop like that. Kensi more than likely had plans brewing of her own. Speaking of plans, he tugged Jessie close to his side. "Come on Doc. Don't want you getting cold."
"Cold?" Jessie settled against him and her pace matched his, along with the sense of eagerness that he felt radiating off her. "I am anything but cold Agent Callen."
Callen glanced at her and raised an eyebrow. "Now why would you be frustrated with me Doc?"
"As if you don't know," Jessie replied as they reached the bottom of the stairs.
Callen stopped and pulled her into his arms, front to front, bodies lined up, perfectly matched with each other. With gentle fingers under her chin, he lifted it and brushed a light kiss over her lips. "Surely," he said as his lips brushed her cheek, "today of all days you can think of something else to call me when you are frustrated."
"Surely today of all days," Jessie countered, "is a day you shouldn't be leaving me frustrated." Callen traced her spine through the wet fabric of her dress with his other hand and caught her mouth in a heated kiss that left both of them forgetting where they were.
Jessie pulled back first. Callen saw the struggle in her eyes and the way she breathed told him she was on edge, closer even than he was. "G, bedroom. Please."
Together they moved up the stairs to the front door and inside. While he didn't let her hand go there were no more tempting, or frustrating, touches or glances. Callen figured he'd be pushing his luck and he had every intention of savouring what was to come next without the risk of being discovered or interrupted should he hit his own point of no return before they were inside the sanctuary and privacy of their room. At the door Callen stopped and turned her to face him.
Jessie frowned. "What are you up to G?"
With a quick flick Callen opened the door and, before she could protest, he picked her up in his arms and walked into their room. He kicked the door closed and stood there for a moment, relishing the feel of having her back in his arms like this.
"G, what…" There was little huff. "You've been holding back on me again."
"Just saving a special something for today." He'd been given the all clear to do this last week. He'd just been waiting for this moment, as cliche as it was, it felt like the perfect time to reveal just how well things were going.
Jessie shifted a little and her lips found his cheek before trailing to his ear. "Any more something specials?" she whispered.
Callen smiled. "I'm sure I can come up with some more." He had no doubt what was coming would be special, how he wasn't sure but that didn't bother him. He simply trusted that it would be.
"What are you waiting for?" Her teeth nipped briefly at his ear, sending a surge of desire through him. Callen turned his head, caught her lips with his. It was a mutual, though unspoken, decision when the kiss deepened fast, both just as desperate as each other to get things moving. Callen let her slide down so Jessie's feet were on the ground but held her against him, her soft curves against his hard body. The wet material between them increasing the sensation of the touch.
"You Doc," he said. "I've always been waiting for you." His fingers found the zip on the back of the dress. "But first, must get you out of these wet clothes."
"Hetty did promise to dry the dress." Her fingers went to his buttons. "I wonder if she'd do the same for yours."
"Mine's nothing fancy Doc." Just a pair of black dress pants and a white button up shirt. His lips dusted kisses over her bare shoulder as his fingers slowly eased the zip down.
"Maybe not but I really like you in it." Jessie pressed a kiss to where the buttons had opened and exposed his chest.
"Why?" The zip hit the bottom and all it was going to take was a nudge on her other shoulder to have it hit the floor.
Jessie lifted her head and smiled. "It's what you were wearing when you became mine officially, not to mention you look pretty hot in it. Even before it got wet."
"Really?"
Callen nudged the strap off and the dress slipped down, catching at the hips only briefly before the weight of the wet material took it the rest of the way to the floor. His breath caught at a little with the reveal, even though he'd known there wasn't much under the dress. His fingers slid down her arms to tangle with her fingers once she'd pushed his shirt off his shoulders. He tugged her in, skin to skin, breast to chest, and smiled.
"You know." Jessie's lips lifted at the corners, returning his smile. "They're going to know what you're up to."
"We're up to Doc. Not just me. And," Callen shifted his body against hers, saw the heat rise in her eyes at the friction between them, "they're not really. I haven't told them what we get up to and I'm sure you haven't. Plus I think some of them will be busy getting up to things themselves." He trailed kisses across one cheek and then the other, avoiding her lips which got a growl of frustration before he flicked his tongue over her tattoo to change to growl to a moan. He let go of her hands and stepped back enough to allow space for him to slip his thumbs into the delicate lace underwear and slide them down her legs, leaving her completely bare to his gaze. As he rose his fingers trailed up the soft skin of her legs, over her hips and waist, arms and then burying themselves in her hair as he stepped closer and stopped with his lips an inch from hers.
"You're so damn beautiful Doc and all mine." Before she could reply he crushed his mouth to hers and ramped up the kiss. Her nails were digging into his shoulders when she pulled back to suck in a deep breath.
"G … Clothes … Dry … before…"
"Before Hetty interrupts?" He didn't think he'd ever get tired of taking her breath away and having her struggle to find words. His Doc who somehow always found the right words, lost for words because of him. It was addicting in a way to know he affected her so deeply.
"Yeah." Her hand went to his pants but he stopped her.
"Think I'd better do that one Doc." Callen stepped back and started to unzip his pants. "Perhaps you should start a bath," he suggested, more out of self preservation than anything else since he'd noticed she started to ever so slightly step closer. "Be a nice way to warm up."
"I can think of others."
"I think I can combine more than one idea." Jessie's hands clenched tight and her breath hitched. Oh she definitely liked that idea, he could tell. "Bathroom Jessie. Now."
Callen reached down for her dress and his shirt, his pants still in his hands, though his eyes didn't leave her as she walked slowly backward to the bathroom. Her eyes ran over him just as much as his did hers, savouring every bit of skin and curve that he could see. When she disappeared he finally moved and opened the door just a fraction, unsure what to do with the wet clothes in his hand but he shouldn't have doubted. There was already a basket sitting outside their door, Hetty's doing. He dropped the clothes in it, closed and locked the door and went to find his … wife.
When Callen walked into the bathroom Jessie was leaning over starting the bath, the smooth line of her back, the dip of her waist and the curve of her hips an arousing sight. He slipped off his boxers, a difficult thing for two reasons and walked over to stand behind her. When she straightened he stepped in close brushing against her back as one of his hands settled on her stomach and the other slid over her hip and waist and back down again. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. Her head dropped back and to the side, opening it up for further exploration.
"G," she whispered.
"Right here," he murmured against her neck. She turned in his arms, her lips found his and their world ignited in a blaze of heat and touch. Within moments, and without conscious thought on his part, Callen had lifted her onto the bench. Jessie's legs wrapped around his hips and pulled him close.
"Please," Jessie breathed. "Now."
One thrust and he was inside her, her warmth and tightness bringing him on the verge of a shattering climax.
"Doc," he groaned and took a deep breath. "Too quick." If he moved just a little in the right way they would both fly.
"Your fault," Jessie replied, the heat and need clear for him to hear. She sucked gently on his neck, which he felt instantly in another portion of his anatomy that was surrounded by her warmth.
"My fault?" His hand slid from her back to her side and slowly brushed the underside of her breast. She shifted into his hand and he tweaked the hard point of her nipple. Her breath caught and her body tightened around him.
"G." It was a low moan, a desperate need in it that was almost his undoing.
"How's it my fault?" He had plans, slow and savour, but Callen knew now that wasn't going to happen, but he could at least try to make it a little less quick. He pulled his focus to her words in the hope of gaining a touch more control. A hope that was destined to be fruitless with the words she uttered.
"You know what that spot does to me."
He definitely did, and he couldn't resist continuing now she'd brought it back to his mind. Callen ran his fingers down her arm and lifted her hand. "You mean this spot?"
He placed his mouth over the spot his thumb had been playing with all through the ceremony, an interesting spot that they had discovered was incredibly arousing for her. His gaze locked with Jessie's, her eyes telling him so much, and then sucked hard on that spot at the same time he shifted within her. The brown of her eyes deepened further and her breath caught momentarily before she moaned his name with so much passion as she came around him. He followed so close that they shattered and flew together.
Jessie's head felt heavy so she let it rest on Callen's shoulder. Her body felt like it was ready to collapse in a puddle. She sucked in a deep breath and relaxed even further when his fingers caressed her back - fingers that were rough, strong yet decidedly gentle when he wanted them to be, like now.
"Bit faster than I wanted Doc."
Callen's words drifted over her ear and she shivered. Not because she was cold but because the feel of his breath drifting over her ear set little sparks flaring again through her.
"Was planning on savouring you slowly," he added.
She lifted her head and smiled, memories of their first time together flashing through her mind.
"So you savoured faster this time. Still time for slow." Jessie wound her arms around his neck. "You did promise me multiple ways of warming up." Maybe not exactly those words but close enough.
Callen chuckled. The soft rumble that ran through him vibrated through her and her smile grew. She loved it when he laughed, when he was happy and carefree like now.
"Doc," he said softly. "You're trouble."
Jessie brushed her lips across his softly. "Only for you."
"Good." His gaze drifted to the bath, hers followed.
"Looks deep enough," she murmured, her head settling back on his shoulder. "Still want one?"
"Depends."
"On?"
"You want one?"
"As long as I get you."
Callen smiled, just that half tilt to his lips on one side that did more to fan the sparks than she hoped he knew. Oh she knew he suspected what it did but if he knew just how much of an impact it had on her then she would be in a lot more trouble than she already was. Not that she'd mind of course.
"Always," he said. Callen shifted back and it pulled a soft sound from her lips when he separated their bodies. A sound she was sure came across as disappointment. He chuckled again. "Don't worry Doc. I'm sure you'll find a way to get me right where you want me soon enough." He lifted her off the bench and lowered her gently into the water before he slipped in behind after turning off the tap.
As much as Jessie was more than willing, and wanting, to continue heating things she also wanted to simply 'be' with him. She settled against him, her back to his front and sighed contentedly when Callen scooped up the warm water and trickled it over her shoulders. He pulled another sigh when he followed it up with a gentle caress of fingers. She closed her eyes and let her focus settle on his touch and warmth from both him and the water.
"When do I get to know what's written inside?" Jessie opened her eyes at the soft question and saw Callen gently brushing her wedding ring with his thumb.
"It's perfect G," she said. The ring fitted exactly against her engagement ring and she loved the little gems that he'd had set inside that matched.
"That's what's written?"
She giggled a little. "No. My ring. It's perfect." Jessie turned a pressed a kiss to his neck. "If you want to know what it says, why don't you read it."
"Because it means I have to take it off."
That comment went straight to her heart to be cherished for a very long time. He was hers and was happened to be marked as such. "Only once," Jessie said softly as she settled back into him and let out a slow breath. Her eyelids grew heavy, the emotion of the day, and the previous night, along with the beautiful exhaustion from their coming together just now started to pull her toward sleep.
She watched Callen through half closed eyes as he carefully twisted off his ring and looked at the inscription she'd decided on. While it had been her choice, they had talked about what couldn't be there. No identifying names or dates. It was too much of a risk if either of them were taken but even with those limitations she'd figured out something perfect. At least she thought so and hoped he did too.
"Te-am prins. Mereu," Callen read.
"I've got you. Always." Jessie repeated in English. She'd had the inscription done in Romanian, knowing how much his native language, his mother's language, meant to him.
"Is it the same on yours?" he asked and slipped the ring back on his finger.
Jessie's eyes closed, a soft smile on her lips. "Yep." Sleep pulled further.
"Perfect," he whispered, "just like you." And just like the ring inscription, his words were uttered in Romanian and Jessie slipped into sleep to the sound of his voice.
Callen had felt Jessie's head getting heavier on his shoulder, knew she was close to sleep and he couldn't help but smile. She could tell him a million times that she felt safe with him and he'd struggle to believe it, though not so much these days. But when she fell asleep in his arms, something that she had first done so long ago when they'd been in San Diego after that hellish day, he could truly believe it.
He continued to talk softly in Romanian after he'd read the inscription, kept his voice low and gentle while he recited a story he'd heard from his mother as a child. Through his father, he'd learned a lot about his mother. Including some of the stories Callen had favoured her reading to him at night. It hadn't taken long for him to refresh his memory and realise as a child he had most likely known them off by heart as well. From the few snippets of memories he'd recovered he was fairly certain even with knowing the stories so well he'd stayed quiet to listen to his mother's voice rather than taking over the story himself.
He'd also learned that Jessie found the sound of him speaking Romanian soothing, when done in the right tone and volume. There had been nights when she'd struggled to sleep for one reason or another and his favourite way of distracting her hadn't been on the menu yet. One night he'd pulled her carefully into his arms and started telling her his favourite story, one his mother had made up especially for him about a little boy and a baby dragon. That time she'd listened to the whole story and then fallen asleep within a minute of him finishing. This time she was asleep before he'd finished the second sentence but he kept going with the story, not just for her but for him too.
"Te ubesca," Callen murmured against her hair when he'd finished the story. Her head shifted and she sighed, such a sweet sound that went straight to his heart.
"Si eu te iubesc," Jessie murmured back. I love you too.
Callen loved hearing her speak Romanian too, even though she wasn't as adept at learning languages as she wanted to be. She fought hard to learn how to say this particular phrase with just the right accent.
"Thought you were asleep."
Jessie blinked a few times before her eyes opened fully. "Just a little nap." She smiled. "After all wouldn't want to spend all of our time sleeping." With that she shifted and straddled his lap. His body hardened in an instant, as if it was just waiting for her to say go. Her fingers caressed his cheek and she lowered her lips to his for a gentle kiss. Callen's hands rested on her hips and he stayed still, letting her lead the way this time. She pulled back slowly.
"Do you have any idea how hot you looked in that wet shirt."
Callen grinned. "I'd have to say nowhere near as hot as you did in your wet dress." It had clung to her curves and given him enough to know exactly what wasn't under the top part of her dress. With his hands he shifted her enough that he was right at her entrance and her breath hitched. She pressed down against him and he slipped inside a little. His body surged, demanding he go further but he held back and focused on something else. "One day," he said against her neck, "I'll get you in a white shirt." His tongue flicked over her pounding pulse. "With nothing underneath." He kissed up the column of her throat toward the spot he favoured just under her tattoo and sucked softly for a moment before he shifted to her ear and said in a low voice filled with heat. "And I'll taste you through it until you are so high that just the slightest touch with have you come apart for me." Jessie moaned and shifted to take him further inside.
"Who needs a wet shirt?" Her eyes were dark and heavy with passion. Callen's grip on her hips tightened in a desperate attempt to hold back against the temptation that was her warm, perfect body surrounding him. "Why don't you show me now?" She caught his mouth in a heated kiss and it took everything in him not to move inside her. He tore his mouth from hers and sucked in a steadying breath. "Slow this time Doc." He lifted her off him and kissed the pout from her lips. "Promise you'll enjoy."
"Show me."
"How about I tell?"
"How about both?"
"We'll be late."
Jessie grinned, rose from the water and stepped out of the bath. "It's our wedding G." She held out her hand to him and he took it and joined her, both still wet. Jessie looped her arms around his neck, her body once again up against his. "They can wait."
