A/N: Surprisingly, not my usual Jibbs or Slibbs. This is Kibbs. Tag to "Minimum Security" (1x08). I originally wrote this over a year ago and never finished it. I finally decided it should be finished and published. Originally supposed to be just one chapter, now it's two. I will not be continuing this as a long story, it's just these two chapters. This is very explicit, heed the rating.
He was irritated.
He didn't get his good ol' fashioned canvas seats on the priority ride. It was some fancy jet ride, and DiNozzo was being far too annoying about it all. He didn't understand why things couldn't be simple. He wasn't sure he could work with both of his agents during this little Cuba trip. DiNozzo was just...DiNozzo. Irritating as hell. Kate, well…he was doing his damnedest lately to keep his eyes off of her. She was off limits.
Or, at least, that's what he'd been trying to tell himself the past two months that she'd worked for him. She wasn't just the hot woman who protected the President like she was when they'd first met. She was his responsibility now. She was the Probie. He had a rule against dating coworkers, because he'd been in that territory before and he wasn't going to make that mistake again.
Which was why he'd questioned why the hell he'd given her the job. If he hadn't, she wouldn't be off limits. But he knew why he'd given her the job. She was good, and he'd be an idiot to pass up an agent like her—even if it meant her torturing him with every glance and making him desperately aware that he really wanted to sleep with her. It took all he had some days not to shamelessly flirt with her.
He wasn't sure how he'd made it out alive last week after being stuck in that sub with her for days. She was always there, always alone with him, only feet away at night in another bunk. He'd very nearly thrown Rule 12 out the window when she'd ended up slamming against him during the emergency blow. He swore he could still remember how her body had fit against him. The way her breasts had pushed up against his gut, the way her small hands felt on his chest, the way her hips and waist ended up planted between his legs. The way everything about it had felt so damn sexual, and it had taken all his power to not end up inappropriately hard against her. And then she kept staring up at him, and looking at his lips, and all he wanted to do was kiss her.
It was a damn good thing they'd been interrupted by the COB, because if they'd been alone in that room and she'd stayed planted against him looking at him like that…
He shook his head. This was why he was irritated. She was too young. She was his agent. She was a woman, and women were dangerous. Still, it had been weeks upon weeks of torture. Her always being near him. Smelling good. Looking good. They'd hit it off right when they first met, and he tried to deny to himself now that she had been just as interested in him. He tried to reason with himself that the inviting way she looked at him even now was just in his imagination. He was really trying to come to terms with the fact that he was clearly just a pervert.
Evening in Cuba hit pretty quick by the time they got settled into the house. They'd been working on getting everything put together for the case, and he'd found himself distracted after Kate had unbuttoned her entire blue shirt. The thin, light pink tank top underneath was far too teasing. He swore she was making it purposefully hard for him to keep his eyes off of her, especially with the way she kept glancing at him all the time.
He was grateful when Abby called and babbled about perfume, because it was keeping him from watching Kate move around and help DiNozzo set up the cork board. He really couldn't take another second of trying to keep his eyes from wandering to the way her breasts practically popped out in that shirt.
He hung up on Abby, shaking his head at the conversation.
"We're finished," Kate said. He kept his eyes down and grabbed his bags. "And we need to talk to you," Tony said next.
"Whatever. It'll have to wait until the morning," he replied. He had a feeling they just wanted to argue about who got the room, and he didn't have patience for that argument. He needed to get some sleep. If they were really going to argue about it, the solution was simple. It was his. He was the team lead anyway.
"It's kind of important," Kate insisted.
In his mind, it was nowhere near as important as him getting out of the same room with her.
"Appreciate that," he replied as he walked away. "I'm going to bed." He turned to the room he knew they were both staking out. "Talk to you manana." With that, he walked right in, put his bags down, and then grabbed theirs and dropped them unceremoniously outside the door. He closed himself in the room with a big smile, imagining the stunned looks on their faces. He finally established one victory today.
He stripped down, really wanting to wash his sweat off with a shower. It was hot in Cuba. But the room had a bath, which was the whole reason he knew they'd been arguing over the room. He wasn't a bath guy, unless it involved a woman. But he was sweaty and hot, and he figured if they heard the bath running it would irritate them a little more, so in that case it worked out in his favor.
The way they argued like kids and irritated him reminded him exactly of the way two of his previous agents acted—Stan Burley, and the redhead who was responsible for the existence of Rule 12.
His bath was fairly quick and he'd changed into his t-shirt and shorts, glad he'd been smart enough to bring those to sleep in, as opposed to his usual warm hoodie and sweats. He got into bed and fell asleep quickly, very glad that these sleeping arrangements were much less dangerous than the one on that sub. She wasn't feet away, and DiNozzo was a guaranteed cock-block with his constant need for attention and involvement.
He woke up, blinking blearily and checking the time. It was only 2 am. He cursed under his breath, rubbing his hand across his face. His body had woken him up from a particularly good dream about…the agent he wasn't supposed to be thinking about like that. He grumbled, closing his eyes and attempting to sleep again.
Except he realized sleep wasn't going to happen, because his body was making three things painfully clear to him—one of which was more along the lines of painfully hard. The dream had caused that. That was fine. He was a man. He was used to dealing with that. What wasn't fine was that he also really needed to pee, which made things more complicated down below. The other issue was that his mouth was incredibly dry and he really needed a drink.
He cursed again, blinking wearily. He lay there for a few minutes, thinking about anything and nothing, letting his downstairs region calm down before he got up and attempted to pee. When he deemed it satisfactory, he swung his legs over the bed, wincing at how hot and humid it felt even in the night. He could feel sweat on his feet as he padded across the floor.
He glared when he made it to the toilet and went pee, wishing his body had just waited until morning. He didn't really think peeing or drinking was very necessary compared to the sleep he needed. It was one thing when it was bad dreams that caused him to wake up. This was ridiculous. Especially since it had woken him up from a good dream.
He washed his hands and padded over to the door to his room, squinting as he made his way through the dark and opened the door. In the hallway he could see illumination from a light in the living room off to the right, and he could hear DiNozzo snoring away. The instant he got through the tiny little hall and came into view with the living room, he locked eyes with the brunette he'd been dreaming about, sitting on the couch with a book in her hands.
She was wearing...almost nothing. Just a USC jersey. His mouth felt a little dryer and he quickly looked away, not letting himself take in any more. He needed water and sleep, not another unwanted bodily reaction.
"Kate," he acknowledged, ignoring her glare as he veered off to the left into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and grabbed a cold water bottle, downing half of it and relieving some of the dryness in his throat. He capped the bottle again and put it up to his head, enjoying the cold feel against his skin. The tiny water droplets on the outside of the bottle from condensation caught on his skin, two little droplets sliding down his forehead and past his nose. He relished the cool feeling, trying to ignore that she was still staring at his back.
He turned around, intent on not looking at her and heading back to his room with the rest of the water, but that intent lasted about half a second. The idea of getting a glance of her again was too tempting, so he leaned over the armchair by the couch and faced her.
"Can't sleep, Special Agent Todd?" He smirked at the way she just glared back.
"Tony snores."
"Yeah, noticed."
"And because I share a thin wall with him, I can't sleep. And it's too hot."
He couldn't help but let his eyes glance over her again, taking in the bare neck, shoulders, arms, and those legs…damn, those legs. He felt a shot of jealousy, wondering if that big jersey belonged to some boyfriend of hers.
"Did you enjoy your bath?" she questioned, glaring at him some more.
He smirked. "Eh," he said with a shrug. "Not a bath kinda guy."
Her mouth dropped open and she scoffed, giving him a disgusted look.
"You don't like baths, but you took the only room with a bath?"
"Better than hearin' you two fight about it for the rest of the trip."
She pursed her lips and went back to her book. He smiled at the reaction, and then let his eyes linger over her again. Heaven help him, she was more than attractive. He was honestly feeling a little guilty for dooming her to share a wall with Tony, and stealing the bath from her.
"You're welcome to use the bath whenever ya want," he offered. "Just don't tell DiNozzo. Don't need him whinin'."
She raised an eyebrow at him, surprised. "You may regret that offer. I like long baths."
He had to force his mind to not think about her in a bath…especially a long one and the things she could do. He shrugged again. "I don't mind. Only be sleepin' in there. Here for a case, not a vacation."
She considered him and then nodded. "Thanks."
And then she was staring at him, the way she always did that made him desperately want to feel those lips on his. The way she looked at him nonstop on Air Force One when they first met. The way she looked when she'd smashed up against him on the sub. The way she looked at random moments in the office whenever he made eye contact with her. She nibbled on her lip a little, and he had to tear his gaze away before he did anything irrational, like invite her back to bed with him.
She's too young for you. She's your agent. Rule 12. He cleared his throat and turned to the hall. "Try to get some sleep. You're gonna need it."
"Goodnight, Gibbs."
"Night."
He went to his room and closed the door behind him, sighing at himself. She'd been dangerous the minute she'd stood up to him, talking about jock straps and growing what she needed. He put the water bottle against his head again for a few seconds, moving it around and getting his forehead a little wet and cold before he deposited it down on the nightstand. He laid back on the bed again, wondering if he could possibly fall back asleep anytime soon. His mind was spinning with the image of her in that jersey and her legs. He closed his eyes, trying to will himself to think of anything else and not give into the temptation of reaching down and taking care of himself. He needed sleep, he knew it was only hours before he had to get up and start the case again.
A soft knock sounded on his door and his eyes flew open. Kate was the only logical explanation. He got up and made it to the door in a quick motion, opening it up to reveal her. She was biting her lip nervously, looking anxious.
"Kate?"
"You said whenever."
"What?"
"You said I could take a bath whenever—" she cut off and sighed, looking doubly anxious as she blushed and looked away from him. "Never mind, I'm being stupid. This is a bad idea. Sorry."
He grabbed her hand before she escaped, waiting until she faced him again. He couldn't help but let his eyes roam over her barely covered figure again. Their eyes locked and she had that alluring look again.
"You're right. I said whenever," he whispered, brushing his thumb across the back of her hand as he held it in his.
"Gibbs?"
"Hm?"
"Please just kiss me already."
Damn the rules and damn the age. He wasn't going to be told twice.
He pulled her forward into him and kissed her, quickly getting her to surrender and open her mouth to his. She put her hands on his chest, grabbing his shirt, and he felt her pushing him backward into the room. He moved back slowly as she pushed, letting her take control. When she pulled apart and turned around to shut and lock the door, he watched her ass, seeing if any of it might peak out from the jersey as she moved around.
He knew this was a bad idea, but it also felt like it should have happened long ago. He justified the idiocy of going through with this by the fact that she had come to him and she had asked him to kiss her. She wanted it. He wanted it. They needed to get it out of the systems. So what was the big deal?
The answer to that question he was going to ignore for now. A decision he didn't regret making when she turned back to him and looked him square in the eyes as she removed her jersey and let it drop to the floor. His eyes dropped down from hers, slowly going down as he drunk in her almost bare body. All she had on was a pair of red panties. Her figure, her smooth skin, her inviting breasts. She was all woman. His downstairs region was very much alert again.
Why had they waited until now to do this again?
"Are you just going to stare?"
He looked up to see her smirking and his lip quirked up. He shook his head. "No," he chuckled nervously. He walked forward, trying to decide where he could appropriately place his hands, until he remembered there was nothing appropriate about this. Still, he didn't want to unnerve her or make her uncomfortable. He didn't want her to feel like he was taking advantage of her.
He settled for resting his hands on her smooth hips and kissed her again. He felt her arms wrap up around his neck as she pressed into him, their tongues playing an explicit game. He moved his hands to her ass, hoisting her up around his waist and walked them over to the bed, dumping her down on it as he crawled on top of her and took her mouth in his again. He put a hand on her side, letting it wander up, slowly feeling her body and skin before he finally let his palm encase her breast. She moaned and he took it as a good sign, letting his hands wander a little more freely.
He felt her hands slide up under his shirt, and then she was tugging insistently on it and he pulled it off. She pulled him down to her again and he enjoyed the feeling of her breasts against his bare chest. She started trying to tug his shorts down and he grabbed her wrist and stopped her, pulling it up. It was too soon for him not to have the barrier of his pants. Much as he wanted to be in her this very second, he knew it was too rushed for her.
He moved his hand down past her stomach and naval, pressing his fingers against her panties. She tensed against him, moving her hips and pressing herself closer to his fingers. He pressed against her more confidently, moving his fingers down with the pressure. Her whimper was about the death of him. He moved his fingers again, finding the edge of her panties and pulling them away slightly, leaving her open so he could actually touch her.
They both moaned as his fingers slipped against her, and he had to pause and take a breath. She was wet, warm and inviting. He felt his cock twitch, desperately wanting to be inside of her.
He moved his fingers against her clit again, loving the whimpers she couldn't hold back, loving the way she writhed against him the longer he continued touching her and exploring. He moved his hand slightly, searching out her entrance, popping a finger into her wet core when he found it. Her hands tensed against his skin, her fingernails digging into him when he added another finger and pressured his palm against her clit.
"Gibbs," she whimpered, moving her hips against his hand as her fingernails scratched him lightly. He moved his own hips, seeking some friction as he trapped her thigh between his legs and ground against it. He moaned as he tried to relieve some of his pressure, her hips still moving against his palm as he thrust his fingers. It wasn't the most comfortable position, his lower back was angled weirdly as he tried to please her and himself.
"Gibbs," she moaned again. "Please." She was tugging at his shorts again.
"Condom?" he asked breathlessly.
"I've got an IUD. Please, just get inside of me already."
He certainly didn't want to wait any longer. He moved himself, going between her legs as he tugged his shorts and boxer briefs down his butt together. He felt her hands move onto his butt as soon as it was exposed, her hands squeezing his ass. He buried his face into her neck, taking a breath as he moved his hand up to her breasts again and gave her a squeeze himself. He pressed sloppy kisses against her neck, teasing one of her hardened nipples with the pad of his thumb.
"Gibbs," she moaned yet again, her hands tugging on his ass as her hips pressed up into his. He lifted his head up, looking at her as he moved his palm to her face, gently caressing her cheek as he looked into her eyes. He wanted to make sure she was sure, make sure she was ready. There was no hesitation in her eyes, only lust. It was the look she always gave him, only it was ten times more raw now. She was going to drive him insane.
He pressed his lips to hers in answer, moving his hips down, both of them breaking the kiss as his hardened length slid against her folds. He positioned himself, steadying his body against hers as his other hand reached down and guided himself. He moved his hips again, accommodating the angle he needed as he pressed his head against her entrance. He braced his weight and his position, sliding into her gently, stopping where it got tight.
She let out a breath, her arms moving up his back and tensing as she held onto him. He moved forward a little more, stopping when her grip got tight and her breath caught.
His palm caressed her cheek again. "You okay?"
She nodded, her head tilting back into the pillows as she breathed out heavily. He stilled himself, bringing his lips to hers again and giving her a moment to adjust. She kissed him back, sighing and wiggling her hips a little, and he couldn't help his hips moving slightly as he pressed a little more into her. The pleasure from the pressure was killing him. She gave a small moan, and he instinctively pulled his hips back and eased out of her before he pushed himself back in.
She moaned more loudly, her grip tightening again. "I knew you'd feel good," she moaned into his ear.
He cursed, feeling himself slide farther in on his next thrust. "Kate," he moaned, not able to help himself.
He continued his pattern of easing out and in, trying to hold himself steady against her and not crush her. She's the one who felt good. Damn good. He bottomed out inside of her, still floored that this was happening right now. He was actually having sex with her. Sleep was far from his mind at this point, and he couldn't even attempt to care about tomorrow. All he wanted was this pleasure, and the release.
He moved his hand down to touch her when he found a good rhythm, enjoying her quiet whimpers, her moans of his name, and the way her body moved against his.
He couldn't help his own grunts as he started to move quicker and harder against her. They both knew they needed to be somewhat quiet, Tony was across the hall sleeping, but it was hard to stifle their sounds. After all these months, all the build, all the sexual tension, they were finally fucking each other and it felt too damn exhilarating to not give in to the pleasurable reactions.
She adjusted beneath him, moving her legs up to wrap around his waist. He felt the inevitable release in his gut. He wasn't going to last much longer. Both of them were breathing hard, and he hoped she was close. He moved his fingers harder against her clit as he tried to keep up his rhythm, her fingernails digging into his back and scratching down a little more as she failed to hold in a loud moan.
"Just like that," she breathed, panting. "Gibbs, you're so hard."
He kept up what he was doing, his hips moving hard against hers, their wet bodies sliding against each other as the heady sounds that accompanied sex seemed to echo in the room. The springs in the bed were creaking, the headboard lightly thumping against the wall whenever he moved too aggressively, serving as a reminder that they needed to be quiet.
Despite being soaked in sweat against each other and the overpowering heat in the room, nothing mattered except the chase of their release.
He wasn't sure he could carry on anymore, out of breath and desperately needing to come. He was about to ask if she was there yet, ask if she was going to come—but he was saved having to ask when she suddenly tightened against his cock and jerked beneath him. She moaned his name heavily, seeming to hold her breath as her arms gripped onto him.
He felt her walls convulse and pulse against his aching cock, and he couldn't keep up his rhythm any longer. He grunted, summoning the last of his energy, thrusting fast and hard into her until the clench in his gut radiated through him and he felt his cock pulse as his hips jerked against her. He felt like his mind exploded, hardly sure if he was even on the planet anymore, only vaguely aware of the sensation of his cock pulsing and emptying into her.
His mind began to return, feeling himself panting as he tried to regulate his breathing. "Kate," he muttered quietly, gratefully.
"Gibbs," she returned, her fingers stroking through his damp hair, "Jethro," she amended, seeming to try how it sounded. It drew a moan from him, making him feel a stir for her again, even though he was too exhausted and spent to even know if he was awake anymore.
He finally opened his eyes, blinking as he seemed to adjust to the darkness and the spots that were in his eyes from the intense release.
He pulled out, maneuvering his body gingerly and collapsing beside her as he caught his breath. His body ached with relief now that he was laying back down and not doing a workout. It was nice to feel the air hit his sweaty body, providing just a slight sense of coolness from the suffocating heat. Despite the heat not being much better with the sweaty stickiness and how much more exhausted he felt, he still felt a hell of a lot better getting it all out of his system. He knew there would probably be regrets later, but he'd been wanting her for a long time.
She moved beside him and he looked over, seeing the uncertainty in her eyes. He slid his arm under her, pulling her into his side, trying to reassure her. She was a lot younger than him, a lot more vulnerable. He knew she was experienced and had a fire of her own, her sleeping around with the Major she worked with when he first met her was testament to that. But he knew this was different, more complicated. He was her boss, and it probably made her feel like she was in an awkward position.
He wasn't going to push her away. He didn't do one night stands. Even if it hadn't been the smartest decision to sleep with her. She should decide what she wanted from here. He'd respect if she wanted nothing to do with him after this.
She curled up into him, resting on her side as she laid her head on his shoulder and put her leg in between his, resting her hand on his chest and brushing her hand through the hair there. He rubbed his hand against her back, closing his eyes and being lulled to sleep easily despite the heat.
He woke up early in the morning, aware it had only been hours since they'd fallen asleep. It was her moving out of the bed that woke him. He peered an eye open, watching her disappear into the bathroom. He slipped back into a doze, not stirring until he heard the bathroom door open again.
He blinked his eyes open, enjoying the view as she slipped back on her panties and the red USC jersey. He raised an eyebrow at the tattoo on her lower back, forgetting that her personnel file had mentioned she had a tattoo. She turned around and looked at him, startled.
"I didn't mean to wake you up," she apologized.
"Not a bad sight to wake up to," he dismissed, still drinking her in.
She blushed. He could tell she was fumbling with what to say, and he wasn't sure what to expect, whether she was going to say it shouldn't happen again or if she was going to ask what it meant to him. He'd been around the block enough to know the different outcomes when it came to the morning after.
A yelp and loud scream sounded through the house, saving them from saying anything as they both went into work mode and realized they needed to protect their fellow agent. She cursed when she reached for her hip and came up empty, darting out of his room to go get her gun while he jumped out of bed and threw his shirt on and righted his clothes before he grabbed his gun.
He heard Tony yell "halt!" right as he burst in the door with Kate hot on his heels.
Gibbs found himself pointing at Tony and quickly aimed his gun to where Tony was aiming at, Kate doing the same at his side. He narrowed his sleepy eyes, realizing it was…an iguana?
He lowered his gun, all of them taking breaths as they calmed down and realized it was nothing serious. And then he looked to Tony again, about to chew him out for waking them up over something so stupid—but then now words came out because all he felt was regret for looking.
The man was stark naked.
That was enough to make him vomit.
He looked away in disgust and looked at Kate, seeing her wink at Tony. He rolled his eyes at the tease and then raised his eyes heavenward. Tony's junk was flashing through his mind, and looking at Kate with her messed up hair and jersey was arousing, and the combo of those thoughts was just weird. He was too tired for this nonsense.
"I need coffee," he grumbled turning away while Tony scrambled to cover up. He decided he was going to kill the young agent.
"Looks like you had a fun night last night," he heard Kate tease Tony as he left. "I'll close the door and let you two finish up."
He shook his head at the teasing, hearing Kate close Tony's door and follow him into the kitchen. He wandered around, looking for the coffee pot and looking at what kind of coffee was there. He wished he could just stop by his diner and get his preferred Jamaican blend.
"Gibbs, we should probably talk," she whispered.
"Uh-huh," he muttered, settling for the basic coffee and starting the process of setting up the pot to make coffee. It was up to her, he wasn't going to pressure her into anything.
"I just, I don't want you to think I sleep around with any guy I work with…" she fumbled. "Tim, Major Kerry, that wasn't anything, but you, I mean, it's different…I'm not a slut, Gibbs."
He turned around and looked at her, baffled. "I know."
It threw her off. "You know?" she questioned.
"Kate, you're the last person I'd define as a slut."
He could tell she was conflicted on how she felt about that, and he felt like they were about to get into an argument and he didn't even know why. "Last night—"
"Is this thing going to bite me?" they heard Tony shout from his room, interrupting Kate. They both sighed. "Hold on," he muttered.
He went into DiNozzo's room, relieved that the man had put on some clothes. He went to the bed and grabbed the iguana by the tail, giving the other man a disgusted look on his way out, trying to make it clear he thought he was a wimp. He held the squirming thing away and in front of him, making his way to the front door and tossing the heavy lizard out. The thing scampered away and he shook his head, going back in and glaring at Tony who was looking sheepish by the door.
He looked to the kitchen, realizing Kate was gone. Probably to shower and change. He needed to do the same.
He realized she seemed uncomfortable. The way she seemed this morning getting dressed, and how it felt when she was talking to him in the kitchen, he was pretty sure she was trying to back off. To write it off as a moment of impulse and move on.
He understood. He respected her for it. She was smarter to not try a relationship with him. She'd be safer that way, and so would he. He decided he'd back off, he'd go back to being her asshole boss and let her move on. She was better off that way.