Tony leaned against the closed door and looked at Kate, still in the kitchen. The light was faint, but it slowly brightened the room as the day and the heat pressed on. That had to be one of the more bizarre conversations I've had with Gibbs, he said. He pushed himself off the door and headed for the kitchen.
Yeah, but it wasn't totally unexpected. At his raised eyebrow, she continued, C'mon, Tony. You knew he was going to call us on this.
True. But I didn't expect it to include insults at dawn. At least we still have our jobs. Slowly he smiled at her and reached out to untie his robe from her waist. Better news is that we have an extra hour before we have to get to work -- and I'm not so tired anymore. Opening the garment, he found that perspiration had made the thin cotton undergarments virtually transparent. He sucked in a breath, feeling his body respond instantly to the vision she presented. The smile that curved her lips told him she loved making him react to her. She shrugged and the robe fell away, forgotten. She stepped close and teasingly caressed his chest. He then felt her fingers walk their way casually down his body until she flickered them across the front of his shorts, which did little to conceal his desire for her. Hearing him gasp, she slipped away from his arms and out of the kitchen, throwing him a come-hither look over her shoulder as she strutted toward his bedroom.
He followed her, wanting her desperately. Last night she'd been so shy about sleeping nude with him, now she was seducing him with just the sway of her hips and the tangle of her hair. Feeling the boldness of her touching him through his shorts was almost enough for him to make the kitchen the venue for their coupling. It wasn't as if he hadn't had bold women before, some had been almost obscenely so. But Kate was different, this was different between them.
Fingernails raking down his chest killed every thought he had; all that was left were sensations, kisses on his lips, his chest, his nipples, his belly. Shorts being pulled off, moist breath in very intimate areas. Lips and tongue proving to be oh-so-talented for more than just smart remarks. Hands fisted in her hair, his knees began to buckle from the desire she provoked. Throaty laughter drifted past him as she stood and guided him onto the bed, making sure to brush her body against his overly sensitive one at every opportunity. Calling his name softly, she waited until he'd focused on her before sliding her thumbs in the sides of her panties and slowly drawing them off. He licked his lips, involuntarily, remembering the taste of her. Then she slowly peeled off the damp undershirt that had concealed nothing and he ached to taste her again, to kiss her, to tease her.
Grinning wickedly, unrepentantly, she climbed atop him, connecting their bodies, as he groaned and she sighed in pleasure and need. His hands curled around her bottom and he was wild with desire to satisfy her, but it seemed she had taken that upon herself. He was enthralled watching her as she bit her lip, fingers running up and down his chest, riding him frantically. She began to whimper, calling his name, begging for release; he was desperate to provide it. Straining to contain himself, he found the spot between them that would send her into cascading waves of pleasure and gently pressed and rubbed, gratified to hear her pleas turn to gasps and sighs, feeling her satisfaction wash over him.
Gathering her close, he flipped them over. My turn now, love. Come along for the ride?
He saw her smile and nod, and Tony took over the pace, watching her eyes, seeing the hazy desire building in them again. Her hands were everywhere on him, as if she couldn't get enough of touching him. Now he was frantic, pleading, and she met him cry for cry, arching up beneath him, as they found release together at the end of nature's oldest dance, bodies tangled, breath mingling, spent and sated.
They lay there together for some time, neither one moving or speaking. Finally Kate risked a glance at the clock, surprised to find that they had not used up the spare hour they'd been granted. She shifted her gaze back to the man who had just loved her so well and thoroughly. It amazed her to be in the arms of a man who could hunger for the differences between the male and female in bed, yet treat her as an equal in the field. She remembered the events of last night: both her nightmare and the jackass who'd tailed and shot at them. Not once did Tony treat her as if she couldn't do her job. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had a lover that didn't kick up a fuss over her work. It was that respect that had given her the strength to stand up to Gibbs. Smiling, she slid her very warm, sweat-slicked body along his and then rolled them over so that she was stretched atop him, gazing into his beautiful, sleepy eyes.
Hey, you, she said softly. We'd better get moving, or we're going to be late.
Kate, you're on top of me. If anyone's going to move it'd better be you. He tapped his hands playfully on her bottom.
Knock it off, DiNozzo! She tried to reach for his hands and felt herself sliding off of him. His laughter feathered through her body as he wrapped his arms around her, rolling her back under him and then kissing her until they were both breathless.
Would you really have resigned? He whispered the question that he swore he wouldn't ask.
You're the only man who's really trusted me, and if you felt even half of what I did a few minutes ago, then I think you should know the answer. She looked deep into his eyes, let him see the answer in hers. Then it was her turn to kiss him, threading her fingers through his hair, dragging one hand down his muscular back. Finally they broke apart and he gave her the smile that she loved, mischievous and sexy.
C'mon Kate, let's save time and water. He held her hand and led her to the darkened bathroom. Though it was tempting to do more than just wash under the cool water, they restrained themselves to kisses as they slid past each other in the small space. As they stepped out, Tony plucked the towel from Kate's hands and dried her, enjoying the feel of her in his hands and her eyes on his wet body.
At last, back in the bedroom, residual heat from the night supplemented by the slowly growing heat of the day made Kate want to get dressed and out to the car. She went for her clothes, then realized she'd worn her panties to bed last night. Walking over to where she'd dropped them, she picked them up with two fingers.
Tony walked in and saw her holding the piece of fabric as if it were a dead animal. Problem, Honey?
Only a little one. I can't very well put these back on, they're all sweaty. She looked to see the raised eyebrow and grin he gave her. Tony, I'm serious! I need some underwear.
Kate, it's not that far to your place. Can't you go without?
I suppose. She turned to put on the shorts and t-shirt that she'd worn into the office last night. Thank goodness they were going straight to her place. The shorts were dressy and flare-legged, comfortable enough but hardly appropriate without undergarments. She went into the other room and fished around in her purse for an elastic and pulled her hair up in a ponytail.
You ready to go?
Yes, just let me get my shoes. She located them in front of the couch and slipped them on, then met him at the door. He smiled at her and opened it, taking her hand as they exited into the already stifling heat of the day.
