A/N: WARNING: PARTS OF THIS CHAPTER ARE OR SHOULD BE RATED "R"
They spent the next two and a half weeks the same way. Gibbs would go to work two days of the week and stay with her for the other three. He would bring files home with him and she would help him with paperwork or whatever it was that he was working on at the time. They'd had no new leads on the suspect of the murder/stalker case and Kate didn't bring it up. She was happy where she was; with Gibbs.
They would often work on his boat down in the basement, so much so that Gibbs was starting to think of it as their boat. He taught her all the fine points on how to build a boat, and he would sometimes come home from work to find her in the basement. If it was anybody else he would be mad that she'd violated his sanctuary; but this was Kate, the woman he was in love with, so he didn't really care.
She looked up from the file she was looking at to find him starring at her. He did that more often than not. She would wake up in the mornings to find him gazing at her. Or she would be standing in the kitchen doing the dishes or cooking and she would turn around to get something only to find him in the doorway looking at her. She didn't say anything, just looked right back at him. It often led to them making love wherever they were, but sometimes he would walk to her and take her in his arms and just hold her. Those were the times she treasured the most. Those off kilter moments when the world seemed like it had disappeared and only they were left. Sometimes they stood there for a couple minutes and others he would hold her for almost an hour.
"C'mere." He said quietly as he got up.
He held his hand out to her and without thinking she grabbed it. He led her to the back door and out to the yard. He let go of her hand and told her stay where she was for a quick second while he grabbed something. He disappeared around the corner of the house and came back carrying a tall ladder.
"What's that for?" She questioned.
"You'll see." He braced the ladder up against the house, check its sturdiness then turned back to her. "You go up first. I'll be behind you in case you lose your balance."
She did as he said without a second thought. She would follow Gibbs into a pit of fire if he told her to, that's how much she loved him.
She followed the ladder all the way up to the roof top. She turned around to ask where she should go next and found him right behind her. He was on the rung right beneath hers and he was so close she could feel his body heat through his clothes and her own. She looked into his eyes and found them dark with desire. She didn't have to lean back to know that he was aroused, but she did it anyway. She inched back ever so carefully until her waist come in contact with his. Usually she had to rise up on tip toe in order for them to be in line, but with the help of the ladder they were perfect height.
She saw his eyes widen when he felt her lean back and for a split second there was a question in them. But he closed his eyes the instant he felt her against him. He had to bite back a groan and tighten his grip on the sides of the ladder in order to stay on. When he was sure he would survive he opened his eyes to look into hers. She was smiling, but the amusement couldn't hide the fact that she was just as turned on as he was.
As bad as he wanted to relieve the pressure that was building up inside if him, he knew that on a ladder was the worst place to attempt such a thing. So he ordered her to move.
"Where?"
"There's a flat spot right over there." He motioned with his head in the direction she should go.
When he was sure she was safely on the roof he lead her to the place he'd indicated. He told her to sit down and turned around to remove one of the shingles. She was surprised to find that it was a cover to a hidden compartment in the roof. It held blankets, a couple candles, a book of matches, and a small flash light.
"Did you do that?" She asked in awe.
"Yeah. I made it for Shelley, my second wife, when we first got married. She loved the stars. But we never got a chance to use it. Now I come up here sometimes when it's a really clear night to look up at the sky. It puts everything in perspective for me. It makes me think that there are bigger things than just NCIS and my own little world." He sat down beside her on the blanket he'd set out and lit one of the candles.
She didn't know what to say so she just looked at him. She was honored that he would even consider bringing her up here. Somehow she knew that it was his last ounce of privacy, and he trusted her enough and cared for her enough for her to know it. At that moment she was overcome with the love she felt for him and she couldn't stop the tears that stung her eyes. She turned her head to hide them, but he caught it.
"Hey, why the tears?" He gently turned her face back to him and swiped at the wet marks on her cheeks.
She shook her head, unable to speak. She was dying to tell him how she felt, it was eating her up inside. But since she couldn't tell him, she did the only thing she could do. She kissed him. She kissed him with all the love she felt inside. It was a simple kiss, a kiss meant to stay that way, but it quickly got out of control. They were soon undoing buttons and unzipping zippers just to get as close as possible to the other.
When they were both panting from a lack of oxygen he back off her enough so he could look into her eyes and said, "I just want you to know that I had no intentions of doing this up here. It's just that every time I get near you I need you so bad that I ache. Even if it's been only a couple of hours, I look at you and, well..." He trailed off as he took her hand and dragged it down the length of his body to his erection. His eyes never left hers as she squeezed and pulled. He fought the urge to thrust into her hand, but lost the battle when she ran her thumb over the most sensitive part.
She smiled and kept up the tempo with her hand as she said, "I get the same way." She took his hand in her free one and placed it in between her legs where he would find her dripping wet and ready. She gasped as he pushed two fingers into her and found a rhythm that matched the one she was using on him.
They lay on the roof for about an hour just talking. They talked about everything and nothing at all. Only when the temperature started to drop did they decide to go inside. They spent the rest of the night like they did all the nights they'd had together since this thing started; they slept together.
They spent the next two and a half weeks the same way. Gibbs would go to work two days of the week and stay with her for the other three. He would bring files home with him and she would help him with paperwork or whatever it was that he was working on at the time. They'd had no new leads on the suspect of the murder/stalker case and Kate didn't bring it up. She was happy where she was; with Gibbs.
They would often work on his boat down in the basement, so much so that Gibbs was starting to think of it as their boat. He taught her all the fine points on how to build a boat, and he would sometimes come home from work to find her in the basement. If it was anybody else he would be mad that she'd violated his sanctuary; but this was Kate, the woman he was in love with, so he didn't really care.
She looked up from the file she was looking at to find him starring at her. He did that more often than not. She would wake up in the mornings to find him gazing at her. Or she would be standing in the kitchen doing the dishes or cooking and she would turn around to get something only to find him in the doorway looking at her. She didn't say anything, just looked right back at him. It often led to them making love wherever they were, but sometimes he would walk to her and take her in his arms and just hold her. Those were the times she treasured the most. Those off kilter moments when the world seemed like it had disappeared and only they were left. Sometimes they stood there for a couple minutes and others he would hold her for almost an hour.
"C'mere." He said quietly as he got up.
He held his hand out to her and without thinking she grabbed it. He led her to the back door and out to the yard. He let go of her hand and told her stay where she was for a quick second while he grabbed something. He disappeared around the corner of the house and came back carrying a tall ladder.
"What's that for?" She questioned.
"You'll see." He braced the ladder up against the house, check its sturdiness then turned back to her. "You go up first. I'll be behind you in case you lose your balance."
She did as he said without a second thought. She would follow Gibbs into a pit of fire if he told her to, that's how much she loved him.
She followed the ladder all the way up to the roof top. She turned around to ask where she should go next and found him right behind her. He was on the rung right beneath hers and he was so close she could feel his body heat through his clothes and her own. She looked into his eyes and found them dark with desire. She didn't have to lean back to know that he was aroused, but she did it anyway. She inched back ever so carefully until her waist come in contact with his. Usually she had to rise up on tip toe in order for them to be in line, but with the help of the ladder they were perfect height.
She saw his eyes widen when he felt her lean back and for a split second there was a question in them. But he closed his eyes the instant he felt her against him. He had to bite back a groan and tighten his grip on the sides of the ladder in order to stay on. When he was sure he would survive he opened his eyes to look into hers. She was smiling, but the amusement couldn't hide the fact that she was just as turned on as he was.
As bad as he wanted to relieve the pressure that was building up inside if him, he knew that on a ladder was the worst place to attempt such a thing. So he ordered her to move.
"Where?"
"There's a flat spot right over there." He motioned with his head in the direction she should go.
When he was sure she was safely on the roof he lead her to the place he'd indicated. He told her to sit down and turned around to remove one of the shingles. She was surprised to find that it was a cover to a hidden compartment in the roof. It held blankets, a couple candles, a book of matches, and a small flash light.
"Did you do that?" She asked in awe.
"Yeah. I made it for Shelley, my second wife, when we first got married. She loved the stars. But we never got a chance to use it. Now I come up here sometimes when it's a really clear night to look up at the sky. It puts everything in perspective for me. It makes me think that there are bigger things than just NCIS and my own little world." He sat down beside her on the blanket he'd set out and lit one of the candles.
She didn't know what to say so she just looked at him. She was honored that he would even consider bringing her up here. Somehow she knew that it was his last ounce of privacy, and he trusted her enough and cared for her enough for her to know it. At that moment she was overcome with the love she felt for him and she couldn't stop the tears that stung her eyes. She turned her head to hide them, but he caught it.
"Hey, why the tears?" He gently turned her face back to him and swiped at the wet marks on her cheeks.
She shook her head, unable to speak. She was dying to tell him how she felt, it was eating her up inside. But since she couldn't tell him, she did the only thing she could do. She kissed him. She kissed him with all the love she felt inside. It was a simple kiss, a kiss meant to stay that way, but it quickly got out of control. They were soon undoing buttons and unzipping zippers just to get as close as possible to the other.
When they were both panting from a lack of oxygen he back off her enough so he could look into her eyes and said, "I just want you to know that I had no intentions of doing this up here. It's just that every time I get near you I need you so bad that I ache. Even if it's been only a couple of hours, I look at you and, well..." He trailed off as he took her hand and dragged it down the length of his body to his erection. His eyes never left hers as she squeezed and pulled. He fought the urge to thrust into her hand, but lost the battle when she ran her thumb over the most sensitive part.
She smiled and kept up the tempo with her hand as she said, "I get the same way." She took his hand in her free one and placed it in between her legs where he would find her dripping wet and ready. She gasped as he pushed two fingers into her and found a rhythm that matched the one she was using on him.
They lay on the roof for about an hour just talking. They talked about everything and nothing at all. Only when the temperature started to drop did they decide to go inside. They spent the rest of the night like they did all the nights they'd had together since this thing started; they slept together.