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Kate opened her eyes just to immediately close them again. The sun was shining through an open curtain and directly into her eyes. She rolled over and buried her head in the pillow next to her; a pillow that smelled like Gibbs. She hugged it tight to her body and inhaled deeply, taking in as much as she could before exhaling again. When she was sure she wasn't going to be blinded she opened her eyes and stretched.
She felt good, considering the circumstances. She'd dreamed last night, not nightmares, but...fantasies. Well, maybe fantasies was too mild a word, but she didn't know what else to call them. And all of them had to do with one certain NCIS Special Agent. They were so vivid; she could've sworn she was actually living them. The way he felt, hard and smooth at the same time. The way he smelled, like sawdust and coffee. The way he tasted, salty yet a certain kind of sweet. She was getting hot just thinking about it; maybe a cold shower this morning.
She was half way to the bathroom when she heard a loud crash coming from downstairs. She smiled to herself when she realized Gibbs hadn't gone into the office. She decide to take a shower before going to see him, he would most likely still be in the basement when she got out anyway.
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Gibbs knew she was awake when he heard the pipes groan and the sound of running water upstairs. Now he didn't have to worry about being quiet. He picked up the power sander and flipped the switch. He didn't use power tools often, but when he did they were the best, meaning they were loud.
After he'd gotten out of bed and taken that very cold shower he'd come down stairs and worked on the boat. He'd left the door open just in case she started having nightmares again, but other than that he had tried not to think about her. That little stint in the bed nearly did him in. If he thought about her for the tiniest of seconds he would surely lose the little control he had left.
And now she was awake, and taking a shower. It was impossible not to think about her now. She was upstairs, in the shower, without close. When he nearly dropped the sander he cursed and flipped it off again. This was not safe; having her here. She was driving him crazy. If he didn't have her soon, he would surely lose his mind. But, it was her decision to make and he couldn't make it for her.
However, he could sway it.
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Kate grabbed the towel off the counter and wrapped it around herself before opening the door and stepping into the hall. She was smiling when she stepped through the doorway to the guest bedroom, but the smile vanished from her face when she noticed that she wasn't the only one in the room. Gibbs sat stood at the window, looking out. He appeared to not know she was in the room yet, so she took the time to admire him. He wore a plain white t-shirt that looked like it had been through the wash one too many times. She could see the muscles in his back ripple as he took each breath. His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his jeans, causing the denim to tighten around his butt. She cocked her head sideways when she realized she's never taken the time to admire him like this before, and it wasn't helping her in the arousal department. She'd taken a cold shower for a reason, darn it!
He knew she was watching him. He could feel her eyes as they traveled over his body. He'd wanted to turn around when she first walked into the room, but something had stopped him. He wanted to see if she would immediately ask him why he was there or if she would wait. He had secretly hoped she would do the latter, but had not expected it to actually happen. But she was waiting, and watching.
When he was tired of waiting for her to say something, he turned around. He watched as her cheeks redden with embarrassment at being caught staring. He watched her lips part on a gasp. And he saw her hand clutch the towel tighter to her chest. He had the sudden urge to rip the towel from her body and ravage her. Instead, he walked slowly to her until he was mere inches away.
Kate stared up into his eyes. She knew her every emotion was written in her own, yet she did nothing to hide them. She wanted him to know she wanted him. She watched his eyes as they traveled down her body like a caress. She watched his lips and his tongue darted out to wet them. She watched his chest rise and fall steadily, and knew hers was doing the complete opposite of his. And she watched as her own hand reached out to touch the twitch of muscle in his jaw.
His gaze collided with hers when her hand touched his heated skin. He saw the desire, and the want. He felt himself react to her touch like a match to tree. Of its own volition, his hand rose to take hers and hold it against his face. He turned his head and kissed to her palm and heard her sharp intake of breath. He moved his lips down a little further and lightly bit the inside of her wrist before soothing it with a kiss, never taking his eyes of hers.
"Gibbs-"
"Shh. No talking." He whispered, before lowering both their hands and moving in the last few inches until their bodies touched. He brought both his hands up to cup her face and brought his mouth down on hers.
She knew only a moment's hesitation before she gave over to the feelings he was extracting in her with just a simple kiss. She knew all the reasons they shouldn't be doing this, but they all seemed so mundane and boring in the face of what was happening now. And when his tongue invade her mouth she let all rational thought fly out the window, so all that was left was sensation after sensation after sensation.
Kate opened her eyes just to immediately close them again. The sun was shining through an open curtain and directly into her eyes. She rolled over and buried her head in the pillow next to her; a pillow that smelled like Gibbs. She hugged it tight to her body and inhaled deeply, taking in as much as she could before exhaling again. When she was sure she wasn't going to be blinded she opened her eyes and stretched.
She felt good, considering the circumstances. She'd dreamed last night, not nightmares, but...fantasies. Well, maybe fantasies was too mild a word, but she didn't know what else to call them. And all of them had to do with one certain NCIS Special Agent. They were so vivid; she could've sworn she was actually living them. The way he felt, hard and smooth at the same time. The way he smelled, like sawdust and coffee. The way he tasted, salty yet a certain kind of sweet. She was getting hot just thinking about it; maybe a cold shower this morning.
She was half way to the bathroom when she heard a loud crash coming from downstairs. She smiled to herself when she realized Gibbs hadn't gone into the office. She decide to take a shower before going to see him, he would most likely still be in the basement when she got out anyway.
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Gibbs knew she was awake when he heard the pipes groan and the sound of running water upstairs. Now he didn't have to worry about being quiet. He picked up the power sander and flipped the switch. He didn't use power tools often, but when he did they were the best, meaning they were loud.
After he'd gotten out of bed and taken that very cold shower he'd come down stairs and worked on the boat. He'd left the door open just in case she started having nightmares again, but other than that he had tried not to think about her. That little stint in the bed nearly did him in. If he thought about her for the tiniest of seconds he would surely lose the little control he had left.
And now she was awake, and taking a shower. It was impossible not to think about her now. She was upstairs, in the shower, without close. When he nearly dropped the sander he cursed and flipped it off again. This was not safe; having her here. She was driving him crazy. If he didn't have her soon, he would surely lose his mind. But, it was her decision to make and he couldn't make it for her.
However, he could sway it.
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Kate grabbed the towel off the counter and wrapped it around herself before opening the door and stepping into the hall. She was smiling when she stepped through the doorway to the guest bedroom, but the smile vanished from her face when she noticed that she wasn't the only one in the room. Gibbs sat stood at the window, looking out. He appeared to not know she was in the room yet, so she took the time to admire him. He wore a plain white t-shirt that looked like it had been through the wash one too many times. She could see the muscles in his back ripple as he took each breath. His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his jeans, causing the denim to tighten around his butt. She cocked her head sideways when she realized she's never taken the time to admire him like this before, and it wasn't helping her in the arousal department. She'd taken a cold shower for a reason, darn it!
He knew she was watching him. He could feel her eyes as they traveled over his body. He'd wanted to turn around when she first walked into the room, but something had stopped him. He wanted to see if she would immediately ask him why he was there or if she would wait. He had secretly hoped she would do the latter, but had not expected it to actually happen. But she was waiting, and watching.
When he was tired of waiting for her to say something, he turned around. He watched as her cheeks redden with embarrassment at being caught staring. He watched her lips part on a gasp. And he saw her hand clutch the towel tighter to her chest. He had the sudden urge to rip the towel from her body and ravage her. Instead, he walked slowly to her until he was mere inches away.
Kate stared up into his eyes. She knew her every emotion was written in her own, yet she did nothing to hide them. She wanted him to know she wanted him. She watched his eyes as they traveled down her body like a caress. She watched his lips and his tongue darted out to wet them. She watched his chest rise and fall steadily, and knew hers was doing the complete opposite of his. And she watched as her own hand reached out to touch the twitch of muscle in his jaw.
His gaze collided with hers when her hand touched his heated skin. He saw the desire, and the want. He felt himself react to her touch like a match to tree. Of its own volition, his hand rose to take hers and hold it against his face. He turned his head and kissed to her palm and heard her sharp intake of breath. He moved his lips down a little further and lightly bit the inside of her wrist before soothing it with a kiss, never taking his eyes of hers.
"Gibbs-"
"Shh. No talking." He whispered, before lowering both their hands and moving in the last few inches until their bodies touched. He brought both his hands up to cup her face and brought his mouth down on hers.
She knew only a moment's hesitation before she gave over to the feelings he was extracting in her with just a simple kiss. She knew all the reasons they shouldn't be doing this, but they all seemed so mundane and boring in the face of what was happening now. And when his tongue invade her mouth she let all rational thought fly out the window, so all that was left was sensation after sensation after sensation.