Today's prompt: Hot summer nights with a light breeze, sharing a hammock at 2 a.m.
Established Tiva
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Sleep had eluded her all night. Their case had hit a dead end, the ceiling fan in her bedroom had stopped working, and, quite frankly, she was sick of living under one roof with her coworkers. Well, two of them, anyway.
Most of all, she was sick of watching her every word and every move.
Light snoring she had gotten used to months ago, drifted in through the open window. She slipped out of bed to look outside. The sight of him in the hammock, bare chested and bathed in moonlight was too hard to resist. If McGee found them out there, he would blackmail them to do his bidding at work. If Gibbs found them…
Her fingers itched to touch his lightly tanned skin. She had been good all week—they both had—all work and no play. No touching, just looks that gave the summer sun a run for her money. She closed her eyes and listened. The house was quiet, the only sound the light rustling of the trees outside and her snoring partner.
She smirked, and sneaked out the window, feeling like a delinquent teenager. The grass tickled her feet, the light breeze cooled her heated skin.
She touched her lips to his, a proven method to wake him up quietly. His eyelids fluttered, and he didn't give her a chance to pull back the slightest, grabbing a fistful of hair keeping her in place, lips demanding more. Fingers trailed down his chest, careful not to leave a mark. The pent-up desire of the past week made her lightheaded, the desire to feel his skin against hers made her weak.
"Mind if I join you," she murmured against his lips.
He smiled with hooded eyes, holding the sides of the hammock open for her. The hammock swayed from side to side as she crawled in unsteadily, making sure not to accidentally knee him in the groin.
They managed to find a comfortable position. She bit her bottom lip to suppress a giggle and wondered why she was acting like this. Why she felt so desperate to be close to him, throwing caution to the wind.
Images of the victim flashed before her eyes, the previously pleasant breeze chilled her to the core. She closed her eyes, trailed kisses down his neck, hoping to chase away the demons.
He inhaled deeply and let out a satisfied sigh, one hand playing with her loose curls, the other underneath her tank top, drawing lazy circles on the small of her back.
Her eyelids grew heavy, his heartbeat a soothing lullaby, his hands a safe comfort. This was what had kept her up all night, what she had craved the past week. In a matter of months she had become addicted to the comfort he offered during difficult cases.
The sliver of fear brought on by the realization was quickly swept away when he sleepily murmured, "I missed you."
A peaceful sigh slipped from her lips, her consciousness ebbing away. She should get up, go back to her room, if Gibbs found them like this in the morning…
The warm breeze covered her like a blanket, and as soft, warm lips kissed her forehead they wiped away all conscious thought and worry.
