Title: Journey to Homecoming Pt. 19/?
Author: Sheila
Category: Romance
Pairing: Clay/Sarah
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: As If
Spoilers: Up through 'Need to Know'
Summary: Clay and Sarah come together during an investigation
Georgetown Steakhouse
Wednesday, June 11th
2145 Local
AJ's POV
Dinner had been very pleasant, and after dinner drinks were leading to something totally unexpected. When Clay called and invited me to help celebrate the signing of his new home contract I was reluctant. I hadn't spent much time with my staff, other than to work, since our return from Indonesia. The breakup with Meredith had taken a lot out of me and I felt old. I wondered if I was the 'fuddy duddy' she accused me of being. Then Morgan walked in a joined us for dinner.
I had forgotten how lovely she was. The attraction I felt towards her that day at the Pentagon hadn't waned much to my pleasure. As Clay and I stood when she reached the table I noticed that she barely came to my shoulder. Her personality was such that you thought she had more inches than she actually possessed. She was so tiny; Pocket Venus is a term I have heard to describe someone of her proportions.
"Clay, Sarah congratulations on the purchase your new home! Here is your first house warming gift." She hugged both Mac and Clay and handed Mac a gaily wrapped package. She then turned to me and gave me a brief hug, much to my secret delight.
"AJ it's good to see you again. I hope you have been doing well since I last saw you." She had addressed the last statement to Clay rather than to me, and he rolled his eyes and mouthed something to her that could have been 'behave'. She laughed lightly and spoke to Mac.
"Sarah, come on open the gift. I thought long and hard about what to get the couple that has everything, or almost everything for their new house." I gave Morgan an inquiring glance and she continued.
"AJ you wouldn't believe what these two have bought. I went on one buying spree and swore I would never go on another." Mac had ripped off the paper to reveal a brass door knocker with 'Webb' engraved in an elegant script.
"Morgan it's perfect. We'll install it tomorrow. You are going to come with us aren't you?" said an excited Mac.
"Why do I have to be there tomorrow? The painters and wallpaper hangers are going to be there for the next three days. And since I don't know how to do either I see no need to watch the two of you moon over each other!" She looked at me as if to ask me to agree with her. I nodded and grinned at her which she returned with a stunning smile.
"I'll have you know we don't moon, we merely gaze lovingly at each other." Clay's indignant scowl only lasted only until he sheepishly grinned. "OK, we are too much to be around, but we are moving on Saturday. Think you can stand to be around us until then?"
"I'll work at it. Just no more lovey-kissy in the den. You two are giving me a complex that I may never recover from." She kidded back.
"Three more days and you'll have the townhouse to yourself." Rather than sell the townhouse, Clay asked Morgan to live there when she was in the city.
"You know it will be strange not having you around, I've really grown to like having a sister." Sarah added wistfully.
"Listen you two. You are getting married and you don't need me around to be a third wheel. I've felt guilty staying with you the last two and a half months, but I've enjoyed it also. Now let's talk about something else."
"So Clay, tell me about the bachelor party you are going to have? I talked with Ramon last week and can't wait to meet him."
"No, you are not allowed to meet him until the wedding. The two of you in the same room is too volatile."
"Come on Webb, it should prove interesting." I could see the jokester with this irrepressible beauty. Clay just put his head in his hands and shook it side to side then he spoke to Mac.
"Sarah, please talk to her, you know she won't listen to me." Clay begged. Mac leaned to him and gave him a quick kiss.
"Hey don't ask me to defend you against my new sister!" She laughed and kissed him again.
"Cnew, give up. This is my last chance to embarrass you before you get married and I'm going to take it. I promise I'll behave at the wedding."
"L'Pew you have promised something like that before and I've lived to regret it." She patted him on the shoulder and giggled.
"Cie la vie, mon frere." The waitress arrived to take our order and the cousins interrupted their banter momentarily. It was amazing; when I arrived I was in a depression that has lasted more than two months, now after only a few minutes my mood had elevated as suddenly as Meredith had made it bottom out.
"AJ did Clay ever tell you about the time he dated the daughter of the French Ambassador?" she said with an evil look on her face.
"No, do tell," I said conspiratorially.
"Well they were almost caught in a compromising position by the Embassies chief of security?"
Clay had turned ten shades of red and now was decidedly white. Mac had merely arched her eyebrows and grinned.
"Morgan, no, please I'm begging you, no!" He pleaded to no avail. Morgan proceeded to describe how she saw the two, partially unclothed, getting ready to do 'the deed' just before a security guard got to the gazebo in the embassy garden. She distracted the guard by asking help in the worst French accent she could come up with which allowed the young couple to escape. Needless to say she blackmailed Clay for years over the incident. She had Mac and me in stitches by the time she was finished with the story.
Clay then related a story about Morgan and her propensity to wreck only new cars. Shortly after getting her license she was driving home from the family stable in her new Mustang and she dropped a forbidden cigarette. She careened off the road and sideswiped a tree. As a consequence her father grounded her for smoking rather than wrecking the car. The next new car wreck happened when she dropped the lipstick she was applying. Rather than get her a new car her father got her an old Caprice station wagon. He said he wasn't going throw money away on another new car. She happily drove the car through college without incident. When she graduated she was presented with a new Firebird. That one lasted four weeks until the inevitable wreck occurred. Since that time she only drove well used station wagons. She wasn't allowed to drive any of Clay's cars.
"Hey it's not me; it's the something about new cars. I've got bad karma with them. It just safer for the world if I drive broken in station wagons," she confessed.
Stories about their mutual childhood continued and we laughed until we were almost sick. Then Morgan asked about my youthful adventures. I told them about working on a ranch and Saturday nights spent in town with the older ranch hands. I told a much sanitized version of how they introduced me to the delights of the fairer sex. I hadn't thought about those events in years and I remembered them fondly.
"AJ did you serve on a ship, I mean you're a lawyer now, but you must have done some sea duty?" Morgan asked, politely curious. There was something about this woman that made me want to open up and so I told them about my time as captain of a destroyer. My XO, Dawson, was like Rabb in many ways, and I told them I didn't know how I attracted such mavericks.
Clay and Morgan laughed, and Mac said that I was just lucky. I noticed she hadn't contributed any of her childhood stories. I understood her reticence; her childhood had been awful by any standards, but she rose above it. Morgan seemed to sense this also and didn't press her to contribute.
We had finished after dinner coffee when Clay and Mac decided to call it a night but Morgan and I decided to stay and listen to the jazz combo playing in the bar. As I watched the two of them leave Morgan spoke softly.
"If I didn't love Sarah already I would love her simply for returning Clay's love. He has been so alone in the last years and I didn't thing he would ever fall in love again."
"They do have an aura about them don't they. The only other couple I've seen like that are the Robert's. Sarah has also had a rough time with love and I am glad that they connected. Now tell me about your love life." I was truly curious about her history. So far I knew about her youth and early adulthood, but nothing about her recent life.
"My love life could be written about on the back of a matchbook. I've never really fallen in love, the forever kind of love. Since going to work for State I've traveled constantly, never in one place for more than six months at a time. That type of schedule really doesn't lend it self to long term relationships. I'm not saying I've never been in love, but it never stood up to my job commitment." She looked pensive and sad after telling me her story.
"Are you willing to compromise for a relationship?"
"Yes, but the man has never been worth it before." She said with a small smile.
"Have you met someone who would be worth the change?" Our comments bordered on flirting and I know I was intrigued by her!
"Yes I have and I'm hoping he is picking up on the hints I'm dropping." Her eyes were sparkling and her smile got more mysterious.
"Oh, I'm getting the hints. Would you like to dance?" At her nod I stood and took her hand and led her to the small dance floor in the corner where we joined several couples. She placed her head on my chest and arms around my waist as we danced to a slow tune. She felt right in my arms, even if she was so small. We danced for several songs enjoying being with each other until the band took a break.
When we returned to our table I asked her if she wanted to go for a walk. The summer evening was perfect for a walk along the reflecting pool. We left her car and drove in mine the short distance to the Mall. We walked and talked for more than hour sharing more and more of ourselves until we stopped and looked at each other. I pulled her into my arms but she stopped me.
"Wait, just for a moment." She looked around then pulled me nearer to the reflecting pool. She stood on the raised edge and said, "Now, that's better." The edge gave her enough additional inches that I didn't have to bend in half to kiss her. I again embraced her and we began kissing in earnest. Her lips were soft and pliable and readily opened to the sweep of my tongue along their seam. After only a few minutes we were both breathing deeply in our excitement. Suddenly a cell phone went off and we both groaned. It was her phone and she wasn't happy when she answered.
"Are you out of your mind, you're getting married next week!" She had to be talking to Webb and things weren't sounding good. She was getting more upset and pulled away from me and began pacing.
"Give me the damn phone." I grabbed the phone from her and pulled her to me by wrapping my arms around her. She tried to squirm out of my arms but her back was to me and my arm wasn't moving from around her waist.
"Webb where are you going, and when are you going to be back?" I listened as he explained, the man sounded like he was going to rip someone a new one when he got to his destination.
"Back to Suriname. My reinstatement at the Agency puts me in charge of Central and South America. The chief of station in Paramaribo is out with gallbladder surgery and my replacement has proven worthless, so I'm it. I plan on being back for my wedding if that is what you are asking!"
"OK Clay. Morgan and I will hold down the fort here, don't worry. We'll handle the move and all the details. I guess your bachelor party is on hold, Bud and Ramon will be really disappointed they have quite a night planned." When he didn't return any sarcasm I knew how upset he was.
"Thanks AJ; I don't know how I will repay you. Please take care of Sarah. Will the two of you meet her at the house; I think she will need someone around tonight."
"Will do, be careful." I closed the phone and let Morgan go. "He HAS to leave. You know that as well as I do; he wouldn't leave Sarah without a good reason especially just before the wedding. Now calm down!" I pulled her into my arms again and tried to soothe her.
"He just makes me so mad sometimes. I know it's not my wedding, but I've got a real bad feeling about this. It's like this is his last chance at happiness and I don't' want him to blow it."
"I understand, but he's not going to blow it. That man wants to get married in the worst way, and Sarah McKenzie is a good reason to get home as soon as possible. Let's go over to their place, OK?" I looked down into her face and wiped away the tears. Placing a kiss on her brow, I turned and led us back to the car.
We walked into the living room and found Mac curled up on the sofa staring forlornly into the unlit fireplace. She looked up as we entered and gave us a sad smile.
"He called you didn't he? Hey, it's not the end of the world he'll be back soon, he promised me, and he won't break a promise." She said trying to reassure herself. When Morgan sat on the sofa with her the front she was putting up collapsed. The tears began in earnest and she shook from the force of her crying. I had never seen Mac in this condition and I didn't know how to react. Morgan looked over to me and I was glad her tears had stopped. I don't think I could handle both of them in tears.
"AJ, go make some hot chocolate and put some marshmallows in it. We need a little comfort." That was something I could do. A few minutes later I returned with the mugs and they both took them gratefully.
"Sarah, things are going to be OK. I'll go drag him back myself if necessary." Morgan said consolingly.
"Mac, whatever you need, you have it. We'll all be here to help you out. I'll be over to the new house after work this evening, and your friends will be there on Saturday to help with the move." I looked around the room and noticed everything was packed ready for the move that at least was done.
"Thank you sir, I can't tell you how much I appreciate you help. We've got a lot to do before the wedding. Damn, he wanted to be here for the move, it meant so much to the both of us." The tears began again and with Morgan on one side and me on the other we did our best to comfort her. We held her for a long while, as her sobs subsided and she pulled away and stood.
"I'm going to go upstairs and go to bed. Tomorrow is going to be very busy and I've got to be at the new house by 0800 hours to meet the renovation people." Goodnight sir, Morgan." She gave us each a peck and walked up to her bedroom.
"AJ, so help me, I'm going to kill him." She scooted closer to me and rested her head on my chest while I moved my arm to hug her closer.
"Morgan, I believe you will have to wait in line. The Marine there has first dibbs on that." She giggled and agreed with me. As we sat I couldn't help but move my hand on her arm and down her back.
We sat together touching and kissing gently for quite sometime, then the grandfather clock chimed once and I groaned. "Morgan, it's one a.m. and I have to go to work in the morning." She reluctantly sat back on her heels and stretched. The movement pulled her shirt tightly across her chest and I the control I had kept in check was slipping rapidly.
"Keep doing that and I won't be able to leave." I growled at her.
"Promises, promises. Didn't you just say you have to go to work?" She flirted back.
"Yeah, I did. Walk me to the door?" We walked slowly to the door and before she opened it she stood on her toes and I bent down and shared a kiss that broke my restraint. I picked her up and pushed her against the door. Our lips opened and our tongues met and swirled around each other. I ground my hips against hers and her soft sighs became moans of need. "I.. have.. to.. go, stop me." I managed to say between kisses.
"Don't want you to. Sarah's a big girl; she know what goes on between consenting adults," she begged.
"Morgan I want to stay, God, you can feel how much I want to stay, but this isn't the right time. Soon, I promise." I gave her one last kiss, and left for a very lonely drive home.
The phone rang at 0515 and woke me from a very erotic dream of Morgan.
"Chegwidden," I barked.
"AJ, its Clay. Things are unbelievably messed up here and I'm going to have to involve JAG and NCIS on this one. The Navy is deeply involved in an arms for drugs exchange of huge proportion. I've got Ramon Gutierrez conferenced in."
"Shit Clay, can't anything ever be simple with you?"
TBC
Author: Sheila
Category: Romance
Pairing: Clay/Sarah
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: As If
Spoilers: Up through 'Need to Know'
Summary: Clay and Sarah come together during an investigation
Georgetown Steakhouse
Wednesday, June 11th
2145 Local
AJ's POV
Dinner had been very pleasant, and after dinner drinks were leading to something totally unexpected. When Clay called and invited me to help celebrate the signing of his new home contract I was reluctant. I hadn't spent much time with my staff, other than to work, since our return from Indonesia. The breakup with Meredith had taken a lot out of me and I felt old. I wondered if I was the 'fuddy duddy' she accused me of being. Then Morgan walked in a joined us for dinner.
I had forgotten how lovely she was. The attraction I felt towards her that day at the Pentagon hadn't waned much to my pleasure. As Clay and I stood when she reached the table I noticed that she barely came to my shoulder. Her personality was such that you thought she had more inches than she actually possessed. She was so tiny; Pocket Venus is a term I have heard to describe someone of her proportions.
"Clay, Sarah congratulations on the purchase your new home! Here is your first house warming gift." She hugged both Mac and Clay and handed Mac a gaily wrapped package. She then turned to me and gave me a brief hug, much to my secret delight.
"AJ it's good to see you again. I hope you have been doing well since I last saw you." She had addressed the last statement to Clay rather than to me, and he rolled his eyes and mouthed something to her that could have been 'behave'. She laughed lightly and spoke to Mac.
"Sarah, come on open the gift. I thought long and hard about what to get the couple that has everything, or almost everything for their new house." I gave Morgan an inquiring glance and she continued.
"AJ you wouldn't believe what these two have bought. I went on one buying spree and swore I would never go on another." Mac had ripped off the paper to reveal a brass door knocker with 'Webb' engraved in an elegant script.
"Morgan it's perfect. We'll install it tomorrow. You are going to come with us aren't you?" said an excited Mac.
"Why do I have to be there tomorrow? The painters and wallpaper hangers are going to be there for the next three days. And since I don't know how to do either I see no need to watch the two of you moon over each other!" She looked at me as if to ask me to agree with her. I nodded and grinned at her which she returned with a stunning smile.
"I'll have you know we don't moon, we merely gaze lovingly at each other." Clay's indignant scowl only lasted only until he sheepishly grinned. "OK, we are too much to be around, but we are moving on Saturday. Think you can stand to be around us until then?"
"I'll work at it. Just no more lovey-kissy in the den. You two are giving me a complex that I may never recover from." She kidded back.
"Three more days and you'll have the townhouse to yourself." Rather than sell the townhouse, Clay asked Morgan to live there when she was in the city.
"You know it will be strange not having you around, I've really grown to like having a sister." Sarah added wistfully.
"Listen you two. You are getting married and you don't need me around to be a third wheel. I've felt guilty staying with you the last two and a half months, but I've enjoyed it also. Now let's talk about something else."
"So Clay, tell me about the bachelor party you are going to have? I talked with Ramon last week and can't wait to meet him."
"No, you are not allowed to meet him until the wedding. The two of you in the same room is too volatile."
"Come on Webb, it should prove interesting." I could see the jokester with this irrepressible beauty. Clay just put his head in his hands and shook it side to side then he spoke to Mac.
"Sarah, please talk to her, you know she won't listen to me." Clay begged. Mac leaned to him and gave him a quick kiss.
"Hey don't ask me to defend you against my new sister!" She laughed and kissed him again.
"Cnew, give up. This is my last chance to embarrass you before you get married and I'm going to take it. I promise I'll behave at the wedding."
"L'Pew you have promised something like that before and I've lived to regret it." She patted him on the shoulder and giggled.
"Cie la vie, mon frere." The waitress arrived to take our order and the cousins interrupted their banter momentarily. It was amazing; when I arrived I was in a depression that has lasted more than two months, now after only a few minutes my mood had elevated as suddenly as Meredith had made it bottom out.
"AJ did Clay ever tell you about the time he dated the daughter of the French Ambassador?" she said with an evil look on her face.
"No, do tell," I said conspiratorially.
"Well they were almost caught in a compromising position by the Embassies chief of security?"
Clay had turned ten shades of red and now was decidedly white. Mac had merely arched her eyebrows and grinned.
"Morgan, no, please I'm begging you, no!" He pleaded to no avail. Morgan proceeded to describe how she saw the two, partially unclothed, getting ready to do 'the deed' just before a security guard got to the gazebo in the embassy garden. She distracted the guard by asking help in the worst French accent she could come up with which allowed the young couple to escape. Needless to say she blackmailed Clay for years over the incident. She had Mac and me in stitches by the time she was finished with the story.
Clay then related a story about Morgan and her propensity to wreck only new cars. Shortly after getting her license she was driving home from the family stable in her new Mustang and she dropped a forbidden cigarette. She careened off the road and sideswiped a tree. As a consequence her father grounded her for smoking rather than wrecking the car. The next new car wreck happened when she dropped the lipstick she was applying. Rather than get her a new car her father got her an old Caprice station wagon. He said he wasn't going throw money away on another new car. She happily drove the car through college without incident. When she graduated she was presented with a new Firebird. That one lasted four weeks until the inevitable wreck occurred. Since that time she only drove well used station wagons. She wasn't allowed to drive any of Clay's cars.
"Hey it's not me; it's the something about new cars. I've got bad karma with them. It just safer for the world if I drive broken in station wagons," she confessed.
Stories about their mutual childhood continued and we laughed until we were almost sick. Then Morgan asked about my youthful adventures. I told them about working on a ranch and Saturday nights spent in town with the older ranch hands. I told a much sanitized version of how they introduced me to the delights of the fairer sex. I hadn't thought about those events in years and I remembered them fondly.
"AJ did you serve on a ship, I mean you're a lawyer now, but you must have done some sea duty?" Morgan asked, politely curious. There was something about this woman that made me want to open up and so I told them about my time as captain of a destroyer. My XO, Dawson, was like Rabb in many ways, and I told them I didn't know how I attracted such mavericks.
Clay and Morgan laughed, and Mac said that I was just lucky. I noticed she hadn't contributed any of her childhood stories. I understood her reticence; her childhood had been awful by any standards, but she rose above it. Morgan seemed to sense this also and didn't press her to contribute.
We had finished after dinner coffee when Clay and Mac decided to call it a night but Morgan and I decided to stay and listen to the jazz combo playing in the bar. As I watched the two of them leave Morgan spoke softly.
"If I didn't love Sarah already I would love her simply for returning Clay's love. He has been so alone in the last years and I didn't thing he would ever fall in love again."
"They do have an aura about them don't they. The only other couple I've seen like that are the Robert's. Sarah has also had a rough time with love and I am glad that they connected. Now tell me about your love life." I was truly curious about her history. So far I knew about her youth and early adulthood, but nothing about her recent life.
"My love life could be written about on the back of a matchbook. I've never really fallen in love, the forever kind of love. Since going to work for State I've traveled constantly, never in one place for more than six months at a time. That type of schedule really doesn't lend it self to long term relationships. I'm not saying I've never been in love, but it never stood up to my job commitment." She looked pensive and sad after telling me her story.
"Are you willing to compromise for a relationship?"
"Yes, but the man has never been worth it before." She said with a small smile.
"Have you met someone who would be worth the change?" Our comments bordered on flirting and I know I was intrigued by her!
"Yes I have and I'm hoping he is picking up on the hints I'm dropping." Her eyes were sparkling and her smile got more mysterious.
"Oh, I'm getting the hints. Would you like to dance?" At her nod I stood and took her hand and led her to the small dance floor in the corner where we joined several couples. She placed her head on my chest and arms around my waist as we danced to a slow tune. She felt right in my arms, even if she was so small. We danced for several songs enjoying being with each other until the band took a break.
When we returned to our table I asked her if she wanted to go for a walk. The summer evening was perfect for a walk along the reflecting pool. We left her car and drove in mine the short distance to the Mall. We walked and talked for more than hour sharing more and more of ourselves until we stopped and looked at each other. I pulled her into my arms but she stopped me.
"Wait, just for a moment." She looked around then pulled me nearer to the reflecting pool. She stood on the raised edge and said, "Now, that's better." The edge gave her enough additional inches that I didn't have to bend in half to kiss her. I again embraced her and we began kissing in earnest. Her lips were soft and pliable and readily opened to the sweep of my tongue along their seam. After only a few minutes we were both breathing deeply in our excitement. Suddenly a cell phone went off and we both groaned. It was her phone and she wasn't happy when she answered.
"Are you out of your mind, you're getting married next week!" She had to be talking to Webb and things weren't sounding good. She was getting more upset and pulled away from me and began pacing.
"Give me the damn phone." I grabbed the phone from her and pulled her to me by wrapping my arms around her. She tried to squirm out of my arms but her back was to me and my arm wasn't moving from around her waist.
"Webb where are you going, and when are you going to be back?" I listened as he explained, the man sounded like he was going to rip someone a new one when he got to his destination.
"Back to Suriname. My reinstatement at the Agency puts me in charge of Central and South America. The chief of station in Paramaribo is out with gallbladder surgery and my replacement has proven worthless, so I'm it. I plan on being back for my wedding if that is what you are asking!"
"OK Clay. Morgan and I will hold down the fort here, don't worry. We'll handle the move and all the details. I guess your bachelor party is on hold, Bud and Ramon will be really disappointed they have quite a night planned." When he didn't return any sarcasm I knew how upset he was.
"Thanks AJ; I don't know how I will repay you. Please take care of Sarah. Will the two of you meet her at the house; I think she will need someone around tonight."
"Will do, be careful." I closed the phone and let Morgan go. "He HAS to leave. You know that as well as I do; he wouldn't leave Sarah without a good reason especially just before the wedding. Now calm down!" I pulled her into my arms again and tried to soothe her.
"He just makes me so mad sometimes. I know it's not my wedding, but I've got a real bad feeling about this. It's like this is his last chance at happiness and I don't' want him to blow it."
"I understand, but he's not going to blow it. That man wants to get married in the worst way, and Sarah McKenzie is a good reason to get home as soon as possible. Let's go over to their place, OK?" I looked down into her face and wiped away the tears. Placing a kiss on her brow, I turned and led us back to the car.
We walked into the living room and found Mac curled up on the sofa staring forlornly into the unlit fireplace. She looked up as we entered and gave us a sad smile.
"He called you didn't he? Hey, it's not the end of the world he'll be back soon, he promised me, and he won't break a promise." She said trying to reassure herself. When Morgan sat on the sofa with her the front she was putting up collapsed. The tears began in earnest and she shook from the force of her crying. I had never seen Mac in this condition and I didn't know how to react. Morgan looked over to me and I was glad her tears had stopped. I don't think I could handle both of them in tears.
"AJ, go make some hot chocolate and put some marshmallows in it. We need a little comfort." That was something I could do. A few minutes later I returned with the mugs and they both took them gratefully.
"Sarah, things are going to be OK. I'll go drag him back myself if necessary." Morgan said consolingly.
"Mac, whatever you need, you have it. We'll all be here to help you out. I'll be over to the new house after work this evening, and your friends will be there on Saturday to help with the move." I looked around the room and noticed everything was packed ready for the move that at least was done.
"Thank you sir, I can't tell you how much I appreciate you help. We've got a lot to do before the wedding. Damn, he wanted to be here for the move, it meant so much to the both of us." The tears began again and with Morgan on one side and me on the other we did our best to comfort her. We held her for a long while, as her sobs subsided and she pulled away and stood.
"I'm going to go upstairs and go to bed. Tomorrow is going to be very busy and I've got to be at the new house by 0800 hours to meet the renovation people." Goodnight sir, Morgan." She gave us each a peck and walked up to her bedroom.
"AJ, so help me, I'm going to kill him." She scooted closer to me and rested her head on my chest while I moved my arm to hug her closer.
"Morgan, I believe you will have to wait in line. The Marine there has first dibbs on that." She giggled and agreed with me. As we sat I couldn't help but move my hand on her arm and down her back.
We sat together touching and kissing gently for quite sometime, then the grandfather clock chimed once and I groaned. "Morgan, it's one a.m. and I have to go to work in the morning." She reluctantly sat back on her heels and stretched. The movement pulled her shirt tightly across her chest and I the control I had kept in check was slipping rapidly.
"Keep doing that and I won't be able to leave." I growled at her.
"Promises, promises. Didn't you just say you have to go to work?" She flirted back.
"Yeah, I did. Walk me to the door?" We walked slowly to the door and before she opened it she stood on her toes and I bent down and shared a kiss that broke my restraint. I picked her up and pushed her against the door. Our lips opened and our tongues met and swirled around each other. I ground my hips against hers and her soft sighs became moans of need. "I.. have.. to.. go, stop me." I managed to say between kisses.
"Don't want you to. Sarah's a big girl; she know what goes on between consenting adults," she begged.
"Morgan I want to stay, God, you can feel how much I want to stay, but this isn't the right time. Soon, I promise." I gave her one last kiss, and left for a very lonely drive home.
The phone rang at 0515 and woke me from a very erotic dream of Morgan.
"Chegwidden," I barked.
"AJ, its Clay. Things are unbelievably messed up here and I'm going to have to involve JAG and NCIS on this one. The Navy is deeply involved in an arms for drugs exchange of huge proportion. I've got Ramon Gutierrez conferenced in."
"Shit Clay, can't anything ever be simple with you?"
TBC