I just was in the mood...
If you don't like fics with a sexual content, don't read it!
This is set some time after chapter 1
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Kate wanted to be a cat. The only way to non-verbally express her level of well-being would
be to purr. And she didn't want to talk, because she might miss some of the agitating, exiting
and arousing things, he whispered in her ear. His words and the sensuous tone of his voice
alone were enough to turn her on.
And his hands….She'd never imagined that those big, strong hands, used to handle weapons
and tools would touch her so fondly, leaving a trail of tingly warmth.
He had started to place light kisses on her ear and now worked his way down her neck, over
her collarbone, obviously aiming for her right breast. One kiss was placed beside the other,
like pearls on a string, progressing tantalizing slowly to where she wanted to feel him.
He stopped one kiss early and looked up. Their eyes met and she knew he asked for
permission to go on. As an answer, she lolled and closed her eyes. He placed a trail of kisses
around her nipple before he gently pulled it in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. She
moaned with pleasure and felt tension built in parts of her body he didn't even touch yet.
Supporting most of his weight on his arms, he leaned over her to please her other nipple with
a gentle suckling. Kate was overwhelmed by his display of affection. She had expected him to
be a skilled and demanding lover and was now completely disarmed by his gentle devotion.
She wanted to move and give him pleasure in return, but he asked her to just lay still and
enjoy. He told her that this, their first time, was only for her and that he'd find great pleasure
in making her feel good.
He propped his head on his arm and looked down at her. Slowly, very slowly his hand
wandered across her chest and found her breast. His eyes never straying from hers, as he
gently stroked and kneaded it and brushed her taut nipples with his thumb when her body
reacted to his touch. She closed her eyes and arched up against his hand. His voice was so low
and hoarse when he asked her to look at him again, that she barely heard him. When she met
his request, she saw him watch her closely. She could drown in his gaze. He had opened up to
her more than she ever thought he would. But then – he never did anything half-heartedly.
Soothed by the warmth and care and the total lack of aggression in his glance, she confined
herself to him completely.
He noticed her relax and smothered his hand from her breast, over her belly to the part of her
body she'd thought she would never let anyone touch again.
Gently his fingers stoked her, fondling the center of her passion. He never broke eye-contact,
ready to stop at the slightest sign of discomfort or fear.
Kate knew he waited for her to invite him. She felt an aching that she knew could only be
healed by him. Again no spoken word was needed. He knew what she wanted the minute the
thought formed in her mind.
He lowered himself over her and joined with her in one steady and controlled motion.
Then he paused, waited for her to start moving, before he slowly began the dance of love.
The sound of the alarm-clock woke Kate up with a start. She reached over and turned it off,
keeping her eyes shut all the time. She didn't want to let go of her dream already.
She felt satisfied and wet and somehow released. And she just wasn't ready to face reality
again.
When she felt somebody sit down on the bed beside her, she opened her eyes, more than just a
little confused.
Gibbs sat there and looked down at her, pure love showing in his eyes.
"Good morning, love, did you sleep well?"
Kate looked at him with misty eyes.
"I had a dream…."
"What did you dream about?"
"You and me…..we were making love…"
He gently ran the back of his hand over her cheek.
"Did you like it?"
Kate blushed, suddenly shy.
"Could we do that again?"
Gibbs got up and removed the towel he'd wrapped around his waist.
"We'll have to skip breakfast…."
"I never want to have breakfast again."