TWO NIGHTS, THREE DAYS

Disclaimer: No profit has been made from the writing of this story, all characters belong to CBS and the creative geniuses behind NCIS: Hawai'i.

A/N: The end of the last chapter was The End, but this is fun so why stop now?

The Right Kind Of Wrong

During her rather vigorous exploration of the magnificent body that now slumbered so peacefully next to her, Kate had noticed a slight discoloration under Lucy's jaw that appeared to be a fading bruise. It was a fleeting thought that had barely registered while her hands and mouth were busy devouring the intoxicating brunette, but now that she was sated and Lucy was asleep she was free to study every inch of that gorgeous body and once again noticed the tell-tale signs of a fading injury staining the exquisite jawline. Her fingertips gently ghosted across the evidence of what must have been a painful injury, anger rising as she considered every possible scenario that could have left such a mark on the sweet, sexy brunette. Her mind instantly jumped to the worst possible scenarios, from abusive boyfriend to violent rapist, but in all honesty Lucy exuded confidence and carried herself in a self-assured way that commanded respect. As she studied the dark features and considered what she had observed so far she had to admit that Lucy seemed genuine. She didn't appear to be the type to play games and she certainly knew her way around a woman's body, so the existence of a boyfriend somewhere on the island seemed highly unlikely. Her big personality and youthful enthusiasm had not been dimmed by the cruelties of life as far as Kate could see, thus eliminating the majority of the irrational ideas she had conjured up about the cause of the injury. Lucy was also surprisingly strong for her size, a fact that Kate had discovered firsthand when the much smaller woman had easily overpowered her in the throes of passion, capably flipping her over and asserting dominance in a way that had been so hot and so stimulating that rational thought had not been an option.

In all honesty rational thought had not been in play from the moment the bewitching brunette had taken a seat beside her at the bar, making brash statements in that sexy little drawl that both intrigued and charmed her into wanting so much more from the chance encounter. The touch of Lucy's hand had ignited a spark, a spark that exploded into an all consuming fire when she had returned moments later to possessively slide an arm around Kate's waist. The seemingly innocent gesture had created a need that had been impossible to ignore, and Kate decided that even if this was destined to be just a one night stand, it had served its purpose by opening her eyes to a life that was so much better than the one she had been living.

Sighing as she considered that she should have officially broken it off with Cara before she'd jumped into bed with another woman, she was struck by the realization that she had experienced more emotion just shaking Lucy's hand than she had ever experienced in even her most intimate moments with the other woman. Kate was usually nothing like Cara, she didn't enjoy the bar scene and was honestly disgusted by the thought of jumping into bed with a complete stranger, so the fact that she had ended up right where she was at the moment actually shook her to her core.

I'm no better than her.

Guilt-ridden by the realization, Kate slid out of bed, pulled on a robe and tiptoed in the dark to the mini fridge. She quietly filled a glass of Pinot and grabbed her phone before slipping silently out onto the balcony, then sat there trying to decide if she should reach out and break up with Cara. Taking a sip of the delicious local wine, Kate looked out at the ocean and thought back to the last time she'd had Pinot at home in DC, and of the wildly different circumstances that had led to that specific indulgence. She was surprised to realize that it no longer mattered to her, in fact didn't hurt a bit that Cara had so casually violated her trust by sleeping with dozens of other women, most notably her current boss aka the woman who had gone to great lengths to steal her opportunity to live and work on this gorgeous island.

Near her.

Everything about the situation was unfair and it seemed that no matter how far she went she couldn't escape the disappointment and hurt that Lena had become an expert at inflicting upon her life. Kate had no idea what she had done to the narcissistic egomaniac to deserve the numerous cruel and calculated punishments that had been orchestrated against her, and she knew without a doubt that if she reached out to Cara right now that it would magically lead to Lena showing up here and interfering with what was possibly the best thing that had ever happened to her. They could mess with her job, her life in DC and her future assignments, and she would somehow find a way to carry on with her head held high. But this, this unexpected and beautiful experience that she was having here on the island with the captivating brunette? They couldn't touch it. She wouldn't let them. She knew that she would do whatever she needed to do to protect her time with Lucy, to shield the brunette from their vile interference at any cost, and to keep her mess in DC far away from the utopian bubble they had created together.

Decision made, she locked her phone and focused on the perfection that was this moment, from the sound of the waves crashing to the smell of the ocean and the gloriously naked woman currently asleep in her bed. This one day that had led to this perfect night was vastly superior to what she had at home, and she already knew that she would forever associate this flavor, the crisp island Pinot, with the magic that was being the one that Lucy Tara desired. Not for the first time that night she wondered if Tara was a middle name, a last name or just a made up name, and she fought the urge to call her assistant and find out everything she could about the gorgeous islander with the sexy Texan drawl. A respect like she had never known had prevented her from violating the woman's privacy, and despite the all-consuming hunger she had for the tiny brunette she had to keep reminding herself that this was possibly no more than a drunken hookup that would end in an awkward morning scramble for clothes and a quick goodbye filled with excuses that neither of them believed to be truth.

"Kate?"

Under A Lover's Sky

Pulled from her disturbing thoughts by the appearance of a sleepily sexy Lucy on the balcony, the blonde smiled up at the sheet clad brunette as she approached.

"I couldn't sleep," Kate explained, "and I didn't want to disturb you, so-"

"So you took your tall sexy self out of our bed and left me all alone," Lucy pouted as she crawled onto Kate's lap, knees on either side of the seated woman's legs as she took the blonde's face in her hands.

"Our bed?" Kate whispered, ridiculously turned on by the meaning behind those two tiny words.

"Yeah, our bed," Lucy affirmed, her warm lips capturing the blonde's as her thumbs softly stroked delicate cheekbones, "for as long as you want me in it."

"I would say forever," Kate said, huge smile on her face, "but since I leave tomorrow I'll take two nights, three days."

"Two nights, three days?" Lucy repeated, seeming to consider the offer. "Well if that is all the time I get with you, then two nights, three days it is."

Kate's response was instant, her hands sinking into the thick black hair as she crashed their lips together. Groaning as slid her tongue into the delicious warmth of Lucy's mouth, she reluctantly pulled away when she felt the brunette wince and she realized that her own hand had wandered to the delicate jaw and was causing the reaction.

Looking up at the confused goddess on top of her in the moonlight, Kate ran a gentle finger across the troublesome mark she had noticed earlier and asked, "Who did this to you?"

Shivering at the combination of the touch and the protective tone of the softly spoken inquiry, Lucy turned her face into the loving caress and sweetly kissed the open palm, hating herself because she knew she couldn't answer honestly without revealing who she really was. "My kickboxing partner," she said with an embarrassed shrug, "I got distracted and left myself open. It hurt like hell," she admitted, "but I learned a valuable lesson about being in the present."

"Want me to kick her ass?" Kate asked, her warm lips placing soothing kisses on the bruised skin.

"No," Lucy responded, tipping her head back to allow the gentle lips better access, "I want you to take me back to bed."

Lucy gasped as Kate tightened her hold on her and stood up, easily carrying the much smaller woman in her arms and heading back inside. "I was going to let you rest," the blonde explained as she slid the door open, "I even went outside because I was finding it impossible to resist the temptation to touch you. But," she continued as she closed the door behind them, "as long as you're awake I'm going to touch you as much as I want."

Smirking, she deposited Lucy on the bed and slowly began to strip off the robe. She barely had the belt untied before she was once again overpowered by the surprisingly quick brunette, the garment still hanging on her shoulders as she was pushed onto her back. "God you're beautiful," Lucy breathed, her eyes drinking in the sight of the sun kissed flesh that was peeking out from between the panels of the vibrant purple silk. "The only thing hotter than you wearing nothing underneath this robe," the brunette continued as she dropped the sheet and crawled on top of the half naked blonde, groaning as the cool silk created a delicious friction against her hardened nipples and overheated skin, "is nothing," she gasped, amazed that somehow the thin barrier between their naked flesh was more of a turn on than it had a right to be. Exploring that thought, she leaned on an elbow and slid her free hand across the silk covered body beside her, fingers stopping to gently tug on a tempting nipple that was straining against the confines of the fabric.

"Lucy," Kate breathed, her need evident in the desperate plea, "please."

Palming a fabric covered breast, Lucy leaned over to capture the other with the sweetest suction. Her lips through the silk created the most incredible sensation, and Kate groaned as her legs parted of their own volition, inviting a roaming hand slide between the panels. "So sexy," Lucy sighed, her hand sliding across the firm stomach as Kate's hips began to roll, straining for the relief that only Lucy could give. Teasing, the dark hand ghosted across the smooth flesh, roaming from the sensitive belly to the firm thighs but not going where the blonde needed her the most. The brunette rolled on top, straddling the blonde and sliding her hands up inside the cool silk, pushing it aside until Kate was exposed. Placing a firm hand on a rising shoulder, Lucy gently pushed her back onto the bed, leaning down to paint the voluptuous mouth with a hot tongue as she whispered, "Patience."

Kate groaned and deepened the contact, curling a hand around the back of Lucy's neck and sucking on the teasing tongue. Lucy hissed and ground her hips, moaning as she felt the evidence of the blonde's desire dripping against her core. She eased herself down, all of her weight on her elbows while she slowly stretched herself to lay flush to that delicious body. Kate was vibrating with need and Lucy tried to slow it down and take her time so that she could explore every inch of perfect skin and commit it to memory, but Kate was so hot and so ready that she found herself relenting and sliding a finger into the wet heat. The immediate response was beyond perfect, and Kate's satisfied gasps coupled with the tightening of her walls as she ground against the thrusting hand was simply too much for Lucy to resist, which is how the blonde ended up with her legs spread wide and a hungry Lucy greedily lapping at her juices. "Oh my god, Lucy," she hissed, "oh fuck, right there. Don't stop, baby I'm so close," she begged, then buried her hands in the thick black hair and cried out as the skilled tongue sent her hurtling into oblivion.

"Dammit Lucy," she panted as the self-satisfied woman grinned up at her, "can you just once let me finish what I started?"

"I can't help myself," Lucy shrugged, "I can't be this close to you and not want to crawl on top of you. You're just going to have to get better at stopping me," she taunted, rising up from between the sated woman's legs and capturing her lips.

"Oh my god," Kate growled, tasting herself on the brunette's mouth, "I need more." Lucy's response was to reach down, fingers moving to slide into the inviting opening once again, but she had leaned on the injured elbow and was easily overtaken by the hungry blonde. Now the one on her back, Lucy found it absolutely adorable to see the self-satisfied smirk on the face of the stunning woman above her, and soon she was writhing in ecstasy as Kate's hands and mouth blazed a trail downward. "So perfect," Kate mumbled as she dipped her tongue into the sensitive navel, causing Lucy to squirm in the sexiest way. Determined to take her time, Kate walked her lips across the smooth expanse of the taut stomach, reveling at the combination of toned muscle and silky smooth skin. "Kate, please," Lucy breathed, her hands gently urging the blonde to move lower, "please, I need you inside."

Growling at the sexily whispered request, Kate acquiesced and moved lower, hooking her arms under the firm legs to spread them wider. Licking her lips as she gazed upon the glistening juncture, she leaned in to gently probe for the hidden treasure inside. Her tongue was firm at first, swirling in tantalizing circles then going soft and flat, swiping from bottom to top until the throbbing clit emerged. Clamping her lips around the pulsing nub she thrust a finger deeply inside the gyrating brunette, smiling into the deliciously warm and wet mouthful as she increased suction and felt those legs clamp tightly around her head. She continued to lap at the fragrant folds until Lucy shuddered in her climax, then gently removed her finger from the pulsing core when the brunette squirmed and panted, "Enough." The breathy exhalation urged the blonde to release her hold, pull herself away and move up to curl protectively around the satiated brunette, pressing her lips lovingly against a temple as she wrapped her arms around her and felt Lucy's hand reach to entwine with her own.

"Well done," Lucy said through a yawn, snuggling deeper into the embrace and observing, "if I had known it would end like that, I'd have let you top me the first time."

Kate was so happy that it almost hurt, and she smiled as she lovingly kissed her shoulder, her neck, and the soft spot behind her ear.

"Kate," Lucy started, her free hand coming up to gently stroke the blonde's cheek, "please stay with me."

"I won't move until morning," Kate promised, "now close your eyes love, I've got you."

Lucy sighed in contentment as Kate kissed her hand and took it in her own, gently guiding their joined arms to rest at the tiny brunette's waist.

Sleep soon claimed both of them, with Kate awaking a few hours later shivering in the cool darkness of the hotel room. Creeping quietly across the room, she grabbed a bottle of water and took a long drink, then carried it and a second bottle back to the bedside table. Feeling a little self-conscious as she tiptoed naked in the dark, she considered pulling on a nightgown before crawling back in next to the gorgeous woman.

But then she looked at Lucy, studied the toned curves and flawless profile and realized that it would be easier to stop breathing than it would be to resist her. It actually caused her physical pain to imagine even one day on the island without the charming brunette, and that specific thought was more terrifying than the fact that she had ended up in bed with a complete stranger just hours after she had met her. It hadn't been just a line when she had said earlier that day that she was just enjoying the view, but the staring had made Lucy uncomfortable so she had stopped. Now that Lucy was blissfully unaware, Kate couldn't stop looking at her. She wanted to memorize every curve, every detail, she didn't want to miss a thing about this amazing woman who had quite literally walked into her life and made it worth living. Her hands were itching to reach out and touch the warm skin, to explore each and every dip and curve so she could commit them to memory.

I need more.

Kate dismissed the ridiculous idea she'd briefly entertained about clothes, then crawled back into the bed and lay on her side, head in her hand propped up on an elbow as she observed the beautifully sleeping vision before her. Unable to resist the temptation, she reached out and caressed the sexy dip from waist to hip, the feel of the soft skin triggering a fresh wave of desire. How can I want you this much, this soon?

Lucy purred in contentment, smiling in her sleep as Kate watched with a soft smile on her own lips.

I can wait, Kate decided, but I'm not waiting on my side of the bed.

Pulling the comforter up over both of their bodies Kate snuggled in close, entwining their legs and wrapping an arm around the tiny waist, her head on Lucy's chest where the strong, steady heartbeat soon lulled her to sleep.

Rise And Shine

Daylight peeking through the curtains drew Kate from her peaceful slumber, and as she gained consciousness she became aware of warm skin and soft curves and the previous day flashed in delicious pieces through her mind. Lucy. Disentangling herself from the heaven of the possessive embrace, Kate was certain that no matter how long she lived or who the future threw into her path that nothing would ever hold a candle to this first morning in Lucy's arms, and she smiled in adoration as she looked over at the sleeping brunette. If there was a visual representation of perfection, it had to be the sight of Lucy's dark skin and raven hair splashed across the crisp white bed linens, and the blonde was loathe to pull herself away.

Instantly regretting the decision as she placed a gentle kiss on a mocha shoulder, she pulled the blankets up and tucked them in around her sleeping form, then grabbed a notepad and pen and tiptoed into the bathroom. As she scribbled a note for Lucy she considered just pulling on her suit and heading for the beach, but she realized she smelled of sex and sweat so she took a fast shower before heading out. Although she wanted nothing more than to crawl right back into the warm cocoon of her bed and wrap herself around the peacefully slumbering beauty within, she also realized that she only had two more mornings to surf in Hawaii before that opportunity was lost forever.

Picking up their hastily discarded clothes on her way to place the note on the nightstand, she was hit by the memory of Lucy ripping off the blouse she now held in her hand and a flood of wetness accompanied the feeling of regret that the gorgeous garment was ruined. Checking the size on the tag, she grinned as an idea hit her, then groaned as Lucy shifted and sighed in her sleep. Oh my god she even makes sleep look sexy. Kate knew that if she stayed in that room with that temptation in her bed any longer that she'd never leave, so she left the note on top of the neatly folded pile of clothes and grabbed her wallet, praying that she was actually strong enough to walk out the door.

She was greeted by another beautiful Hawaiian sunrise as she walked onto the beach, carrying the board that she had rented from the hotel. Although she preferred to surf the secluded stretch of beach that her surf shop guide had recommended, she was only human and couldn't stand to be that far away from Lucy for any amount of time, so she compromised by heading out into the water right by the hotel.

Within an hour the beach started to fill up, and Kate laughed when she realized that she was as annoyed as Lucy by the invasive flood of tourists on the pristine sand. Sighing as she accepted the fact that surfing would be difficult once the crowd started to enter the water, she rode one more decent wave before sliding off her board and exiting the ocean. Gratified to see a coffee cart, she returned her board and then headed over to grab a cup of the much needed caffeine. "You looked good out there for a mainlander," the barista remarked as she poured the steaming brew, "where did you learn to surf?"

"On the East Coast," Kate replied, "but it was nothing like this!"

"If you ever want to surf a decent spot that's not ruined by tourists by early AF am, there's one right down the road," the tattooed barista began, "it's right off of -"

"Yeah, I know it, I think I've actually seen you there," Kate replied, recognition dawning as she remembered the woman's wet, spiky hair glistening in the early morning sun the day before. "I've actually been surfing there every morning until today."

"Why would you waste your time here when you're clearly on vacation and have the time to go to the better beach?"

Kate's smile was gorgeous as she replied, "Because this morning I have a much better reason to stay close to the hotel."

"Better than the North Shore?"

"Better than anything," the blonde gushed, "but I actually do have one errand to run before I go back. What's the nearest place to buy a shirt?"

Just the thought of Lucy in her bed waiting for her set Kate on fire, and she made quick work of her coffee as she searched in vain for something in Lucy's size. Why does she have to be so tiny? Aggravated, she decided that it would just have to wait until the other stores opened, then on her way back to the hotel she saw a merchant setting up a tent and stopped to inquire about sizes. Though she had a hard time picturing Lucy in the white blouse with the floral print, she couldn't let her do the walk of shame in a button down that no longer had any buttons, so she bought it. "All I have is a fifty," Kate said when the merchant told her he only took cash, so he graciously threw in a red tank top and a handmade anklet and they called it a deal.

Returning to the hotel with her purchases in hand, Kate beamed "Good morning!" to the pair working the front desk, basking in the anonymity as they greeted her with Chloe's last name.

The ride up was uneventful this morning, though memories of that first trip with Lucy pressed against her caused all kinds of naughty flashbacks to stir the fire in her loins.

This woman's going to be the death of me.

A Room With A View

Lucy was deeply asleep, peacefully resting in a dreamless void where a distant sound was cloying at the edge of her consciousness. The sound kept repeating, getting louder and closer, and soon she found herself standing in a boxing ring with a fist coming at her face and the sound of the timekeeper's bell ringing with her pending defeat. Gasping, she shot up in the bed, gradually shaking off the cobwebs as she came fully awake and realized that the sound of the bell was actually the ringing of a telephone.

I don't have a landline.

Brief disorientation soon gave way to a flood of memories from the night before, and she looked around and realized that she was alone and naked in a hotel where she had made passionate love to the most gorgeous woman that she had ever met. Quite frankly, if she had been straight before the stunning blonde had walked into her life, she wouldn't have been for very long after.

Kate.

Rolling to answer the insistently ringing phone, she wasn't sure who was more surprised by the conversation that ensued.

"Kate?" she heard after she said hello, the thick Irish brogue in her ear confusing as Lucy wondered who in the hell the woman on the other end of the line was.

"This is Lucy, Kate stepped out," the brunette snapped, "can I help you?"

"Could you please just have her call Siobhan?"

"Yep," Lucy quipped, then paused and growled, "I'm assuming she has your number?"

"Just have her call the hotel," Siobhan answered, "and tell her it's urgent."

Pissed though she didn't have a right to be, Lucy slammed down the phone and jumped out of bed. Spotting the pile of clothes she had discarded the night before, she moved quickly to the chair where they were neatly folded, her hurried movements halted when she saw the handwritten note laying on top.

Even her handwriting was beautiful, and when she read the message it contained Lucy melted and stopped her hasty retreat.

"We're going to need coffee," she said aloud, moving to the kitchenette as the coffee maker started to gurgle. "And now I'll take a million dollars!" She said, looking around skeptically when no money appeared. Laughing out loud at the fact that she had pegged Kate for the rigorously structured person she was turning out to be, she nonetheless appreciated the foresight that had Kate programming the coffee to start on its own. Deciding that she had time before it was ready she took a quick shower and washed her bra and panties in the sink, hanging them in the shower to dry. Her blouse was ruined and her jeans were going to have to wait until her panties dried, so she pulled a fluffy hotel robe from the closet, grabbed a cup of coffee and stepped out onto the balcony.

The view was breathtaking, a detail Lucy had completely missed the night before. Kate's midnight disappearance had disturbed her, she could see that something was pulling at the woman's ability to be happy and she knew that she shouldn't ask, but the fixer in her wanted to make that shadow go away.

Two nights, three days.

Kate's words bugged her, the declaration setting a limit on their relationship that Lucy wasn't sure she could adhere to although she had entered into this whirlwind romance knowing that the blonde's life was 5,000 miles away. One of the first things she'd learned about Kate was that her time on the island was limited, she was here on work and would be leaving on Saturday. Tomorrow. She briefly considered simply getting dressed and leaving before Kate returned, thus taking back control by being the one that had ended it. Her car was downstairs, her home a short drive away and she would have no problem dodging the woman for a day. But then she looked down at the beach, saw the statuesque blonde emerging from the surf like some Greek goddess, and felt her mouth go dry at the sight.

No force on heaven or earth could have moved her from this spot, and she actually ached with the need to touch her once again. Sighing at the realization, she rolled her eyes as she watched the blonde smile at the barista, apparently either not knowing or not caring that the woman at the coffee cart was clearly checking her out.

You're not the only one with eyes, what did you expect?

Growling as she resisted the urge to march down there and set the ogling woman straight, she actually laughed out loud when she saw her reflection in the sliding glass door and realized how ridiculous she would look throwing a jealous tantrum in the frumpy hotel robe.

Over a woman you just met yesterday.

She knew she had no right, but she couldn't help how she felt. Turning back around she went to lean on the railing, sighing when she realized that the blonde was no longer in sight and wondering what the damn coffee cart woman was smiling about.

Who the hell is Siobhan?

The thought was unexpected, so she shook it off and marched back inside to grab the Hau Tree menu. Breakfast it is. A delicious warmth spread through her body as she recalled her bold statement from the previous evening, and she stood staring at the breakfast menu while she chewed on her thumbnail and tried very hard to remember that whoever Kate wanted to talk to was actually none of her business. Even if it was a woman with a sexy Irish accent whose hotel room was apparently a number there was no need to write down.

You're so screwed.

Scowling, she refilled her coffee mug and stepped outside, determined to sit and patiently wait for breakfast until Kate returned.

~e ho'omau 'ia~