Author's note: I do not own NCIS: LA or its characters
It had been raining for the past five hours. Fatima and Rountree were laying in bed, kissing and enjoying each other. Rountree slid his hand down Fatima's back. She had opted for a sports bra and leggings, and Rountree was wearing sweatpants. He slid his hand down her back and let it rest on the small of her back. She sighed with contentment.
"I love you," Rountree murmured, running his free hand through her dark curls.
"Love you too," Fatima said. She made no effort to hide how good she felt. It had been a horrible month. Between Kessler abducting Kensi and then losing her pregnancy, it had been a while since Fatima had truly been worry-free. Rountree had done his best every night, but she had cried herself to sleep more than a few times. She tightened her grip on him and looked up at him shyly.
"What's up, baby?" Rountree said gently.
"I don't know. Still sad, I guess," she said. Sure, she felt a lot better, but she was still traumatized from the past month.
"Me too. Anything I can do for you, my princess?" he murmured.
"Kiss me again, like you did earlier," Fatima said. Rountree snickered. The first hour after they had gotten home was filled with frantic kissing and removal of clothes.
After another intense make-out session, they both decided they wanted to eat actual food. Between the both of them, they had eaten maybe five actual meals the entire month.
"Can we just get something delivered please?" Rountree whined. They ended up getting burgers delivered. Once they were done eating, they went back to their bedroom and enjoyed each other for the rest of the night.
"I'm definitely going to be sore tomorrow," Fatima whispered in his ear as she climbed on top of him for the ninth time. He laughed as he caressed her bare thigh.