Commander West licked her lips as she flicked her eyes across at her passenger. She wasn't far from her home and she was wondering just what she was contemplating bringing home a much, much younger near naked NCIS Special Agent.

She could see that he was tired as he was fighting to keep his eyes open as he slowly relaxed in the warm car. It was hot. In fact, far too hot for her and she was starting to sweat. But was that the warm air pouring out of the dashboard vents or was it her thoughts that were making her sweat? She ran her hand around the back of her neck, loosening her collar and letting some air flow under some loose tendrils of hair that had fallen free of her swept up hair.

He looked like the worlds largest sleepy toddler as his expressive eyes drooped, his damp silky fringe falling over his face and his soft lips relaxed into full pout. Willow watched as his hand which had been clutching at his towel so rigidly started to relax its grip, ever so slightly. She wondered if he would notice if she drove around a bit further before turning into her street? If he fell asleep would he relax his grip completely? Would his little towel slip from his hips?

Commander Willomena West mentally doused herself in cold water and for the moment banished her alter ego Willow back into the far reaches of her mind. Just what was she going to do with him if he fell asleep in her car? He was much larger and looked impossible to lift and besides she was sure with this mild mannered man that the resulting humiliation he would feel when he did waken would result in him disappearing back to his NCIS stronghold as quickly as possible. And spending as much time with him as she could was the only thing about this strange situation that she did have planned.

So it was with a mental sigh that she spoke to him, rousing him from his creeping languid dreaming. 'So Timothy, not far now and perhaps we can get you into something more suitable than that towel?' Her mind completed the sentence with the image of him wrapped exhausted in her bed sheets but chose not to share that part with him.

With a start Tim realised that he had almost fallen asleep in the Commanders car! Relief flooded over him that the Commander had spoke to him just at that moment and then he realised that she had probably noticed and had chosen that moment to politely ensure that he didn't. She really seemed much nicer than his previous exposure had supposed her to be. Although how he could classify it as 'nice' simply because she didn't want a lumbering Special Agent asleep in her car in the middle of the night Tim wasn't sure.

The SUV pulled into the driveway of a large two story white house which Tim glimpsed briefly before they drove into the garage. The automatic garage door had completely closed before the Commander attempted to get out of the car and Tim wondered if she was concerned about the neighbours seeing her. It occurred to him for the first time that her own reputation was at risk rather more so than his own almost non existent one. For all he knew he might still be huddled up in the cold back at the house if it hadn't been for the Commander taking a risk. He really owed her at least some gratitude beyond the embarrassment. It was with considerable less trepidation that Tim followed Commander West into her home, vowing to make the best of the situation.

Willow realised that for some reason Agent McGee didn't seem as afraid or awkward around her as he had been. Possibly because he felt 'safe' because she had neither shouted and harangued him nor passionately ravaged him on her way over. She smiled to herself, ah the innocence of youth! Little did he know what she had really been thinking otherwise he would probably be running down the street now.

As Tim entered a rather sumptuous lounge complete with fireplace, enticing leather lounge and thick oriental style wool rug, he had to admit to being surprised at the large number of books, both displayed on the shelves and lying around the room as if the reader had just momentarily taken a break. He hadn't considered the Commander, decades of military life apparent in every move that she made to be an avid reader. His musings were interrupted when Commander West after taking off her jacket and laying it over the back of the lounge looked him up and down, apparently considering his height, asked him to follow her to her bedroom.

Willow couldn't help it. Seeing him in her house, in her favourite room and able to see him completely in full light for the first time she couldn't help but let her eyes roam. She tried to keep her expression practical as if considering potential garments but what she was really considering was running a thousand hot wet kisses down his neck, across his chest, tasting his sweat and….

Her voice cracked a little as she hurriedly turned and asked him to follow her to her bedroom. Perhaps it was best that she get some clothes on the poor lamb, before she did something that might be embarrassing to them both. What if he said no? He seemed completely oblivious to her physical attraction to him. His only concern seemed to be safety, warmth, clothes and food in that order. Which was as it should be. He was only here because of her cunning machinations, not because he fancied running his fingers through her lush hair and tumbling it across her pillow.

Her stomach twisted into a knot as she realised that he was trustingly following her to her bedroom, alone in the middle of the night. She felt like the Big Bad Wolf leading Red Riding Hood astray in the forest. Wait, didn't the Wolf get tricked and got his head chopped off by the Woodcutter? Or was Red Riding Hood the one that was getting tricked? Did the wolf eat the Grandmother or just hide in her bed in order to eat Red Riding Hood? Willow shook her head, dismayed at herself. She really must be getting tired if she was arguing with herself over bedtime stories.

It was as she entered her bedroom and turned towards her wardrobe to try and find her largest loose robe or coat that it happened. McGee had been following along close behind her and had stepped into the room only to find Commander West turning. He tried to step past her to get out of her way and ended up instead pinned to the wall between the edge of the door and the wardrobe, with Commander West almost pressed up against him. Both of them caught their breath as they paused not moving, staring at each other.

Tim realised that from his greater height he could see straight down the Commanders shirt to her not inconsiderable breasts, taut against the lace bra she was wearing. What?? He Gibbs slapped himself as he almost instinctively felt himself considering what it would be like to bury his face in her soft fragrant flesh and perhaps suckle….. Arrgghhh this was Commander West! He tried to back away and not look down but with the wall behind him and the Commander directly in front of him he essentially would have to push her aside to step free.

He instead resorted to screwing up his eyes and not looking. He must be tired or mad. How disrespectful of him to stare like that when she was just trying to help him out. What sort of Agent was he?

Willow smiled dangerously and a thrill rippled through her. Yes! While his look was admittedly accidental she felt pleased that she had not completely lost her effect on men. He looked! He considered! All was not lost. He just needed some persuasion, that was all.

What was his first name? Oh yes. 'Timothy', her voice called to him soft and warm and comforting like honey dripping off a warm spoon 'There is no need to be embarrassed. I take it as a great compliment. Really I do. Please open your eyes.'

Tim almost scrunched up his face further. Oh no she knew! She guessed! She saw! How embarrassing to be caught lusting after a superiors chest. Tim's stomach fluttered as he felt the Commanders fingertips gently run down his chest, catching for an instant on his left nipple, before trailing down his abdomen, only to stop at the edge of his towel. He sucked in his breath in surprise. What was she doing? He opened his eyes in shock to find her staring hungry eyed up at him, her shoulders back and her full breasts on prominent display.

'My Timothy, what big eyes you have.' She couldn't help but smile as her previous conversation to herself popped into her head. Yes I really am the big bad wolf. And I'm going to eat you all up!

Tim felt as if the world as he knew it had had suddenly been sucked into some mysterious science fiction time vortex and left only the sensation of the Commander trailing her other hand slowly down his bare chest to rest alongside the other on the edge of his precious towel.

Did he want to get out of here? Did he want to see where this was headed? Was this even happening? Was this part of a joke? Another one? Maybe he was drunk? Dreaming? On drugs????? Tim didn't really even know what he was thinking as his normally rational thoughts collided and disappeared into one single sensation. That of the Commanders confident hands leaning low into his solar plexus and how he ached to have them move…. Just…… a…… little….. bit….. lower.

Um, All the better to see you with? Tim hesitantly replied, deciding for now to continue in the same vein. He was rewarded with a smoky eyed smile as Willow gave in to the impulse she had felt since she saw him shivering in the cold and leaned in to kiss the side of his long neck. Tim shivered again but this time it wasn't from the cold as the Commanders hot mouth burned his pale flesh.

'My Timothy, what full soft lips you have.' Tim felt her looking up at him waiting for him to accept or decline the invitation. Decline how could he possibly? Was she truly anticipating rejection? He knew that unsure feeling well enough to know he never wanted to submit another person to it.

'All the better to kiss you with, my dear' he replied, this time with a dirty lopsided smile which sent a thrill through Willow. He ran a hand around her neck and pulled her close for a soft open mouthed kiss.

A small groan escaped her lips and he felt the Commander press herself up against him so he was truly pinned to the wall. He could feel her breasts against his bare chest and wondered if she would consider it at all forward of him if he ripped her shirt off.

She seemed to read his mind as she snaked her hand back up his chest, then up his arm and further still pinning his hand to the wall, her shirt bared open to him as he slid his other hand down her neck and gently tugged the buttons through the holes. Freeing his hand, he pulled her shirt over her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

He began gently stroking her full breasts through her bra and flicked her hard nibbles with his thumb as he kissed her again.

'My Timothy, what large silky hands you have.' Willow gasped as she caught her breath. 'All the better to do this, My Dear.' Tim smiled and ran his hands down her bare back and over her rear, lifting her up and pulling her closer. Willow ground herself into his hips to feel his heat and rejoiced as the tiny towel that started it all fell to the floor, joining her shirt.

Willow burned with heat and chills as he ran his long fingered hands all over her. She was rapidly beginning to suspect that rather than her being the Wolf it was in fact Timothy who was the Wolf in sheep's clothing.

They fell into the darkness. Willow laughed as she whispered into his ear. 'Careful Red Riding Hood. I am the Big Bad Wolf and I'm going to eat you all up!'

Tim laughed quietly in the velvety night 'You know I'm really beginning to think you are a Wicked Witch.'

'My Timothy, what a great big….

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Ok review people. First time I have done anything that comes close to sex and it seems so so. Didn't want to write sex scene in actually but Commander West insisted. So there you go but I tried to keep it tame to keep the ratings down. Please tell me what you think and where do you think its going now? Next chapter – Abby.