Author's note: I do not own NCIS: LA or its characters
Rountree and Fatima made it home safely and went into her room. Rountree looked around awkwardly as Fatima kicked off her shoes and grabbed her leggings from a dresser.
"Um, can I sit on the bed?" he asked awkwardly. Fatima turned around and raised a single eyebrow. Rountree gulped.
"Devin, three nights ago we were both naked in my bed, and now you're scared to even sit down?" she asked.
"Well, I just, I remember what you said about that guy that broke into your apartment, who was in your bed, its creepy as hell, not to mention gross, it's just-" he rambled awkwardly.
"Hey. That's different. I didn't know him, and I certainly didn't like him. You are always welcome here, no matter what. And I don't care if you're in my bed," she said, sitting in his lap. Rountree hesitated.
"I just don't want to make you uncomfortable," he said finally.
"Hey. I promise, you have never once made me uncomfortable, okay? And I would tell you if you did," she said gently.
"Promise?" he asked quietly.
"I promise. Come here, I want a kiss," Fatima said pulling him close to her as they snuggled into her tangled mess of blankets.
"I can give you a whole lot more than one kiss if you want," he said.
"Oh hell yes," Fatima mumbled, pulling him on top of her.
