Tattoos and White Sheets

Chapter Four: Washing Away the Ink

by SunnyCitrus10

Foreword: This chapter has MATURE themes. It's definitely steamier than the previous one. Shocking, I know. If you are offended by two consenting adults expressing how they feel about each other during aquatic activities, look away. I am very detail oriented and write descriptively. You have been warned repeatedly. I am entering the land of the T rating after this story is purged from my brain. maybe another M, but nothing like TWS.

When writing this, I never mentioned that the tattoos were temporary. I figured all of the K/D shippers would know this and left it at that. So, for all of the non K/D shippers I'm telling you now.

Dedications & Shoutouts: Thank you to Iamahistorian for beta story development/concepts & MioneAlterEgo for punctuation and grammar corrections. To ZBBZL and Ambrosia Rush for their insights as they are much appreciated. And as always to MyOwnStar, who has been nothing but encouraging. She has one particular part that blew her away, but I'll leave it up to all of you to find your own.

Episode References: "Personal" (#2.17) 7 'Higher Power" (#3.11)

Marty's POV

As we head to the bathroom, I can only imagine all of the wonderfully soapy things we can do together with water. I debate between a bath and a shower. After seeing the spa jets and visions of their possible application, my mind is made up. I head to the tub and open the taps to let the warm water in. On the ledge is an identical bottle of the body wash that I gave Kensi for Christmas. I open it and place a generous stream into the steamy water. She has found some washcloths and throws them into the frothing tub. As the tub fills, we quickly hop into the shower and shampoo and condition each other's hair. Contrary to popular belief, I take pride in my golden-hued locks and choose hair products accordingly.

In a few minutes we are done and Kensi settles herself into the warm and inviting water. I pull a condom from a drawer and place it next to the spout. Next, I turn on the jets that create invigorating blasts of water. Her eyes are closed as she lets the aches and pains of the day slowly fade away. I take a minute to clasp her neck and give her a deep and loving kiss before settling in behind her. Holding her in my arms is a pleasure I never expected, and feeling her bare skin against mine is something I want to do for the rest of my life.

After a few minutes of bubble bliss, I take a washcloth and pour some of that body wash into it. It creates lovely foam that I use to tenderly wash Kensi's shoulders and back. Her skin is so soft and my hands can't help but caress it as the washcloth goes back and forth. She leans against me and I start scrubbing the front of her shoulders. My hands slide down and I toss the cloth aside to grab both her breasts. They are a lovely handful and feeling her nipples tighten in my palms is the most amazing thing. I realize the ink can't be removed in one washing, so my thoughts wander to future escapades in the shower.

The truth is my favorite Kensi look is jeans and a form-fitting shirt with her hair in a bouncy ponytail and just a hint of makeup on. Seeing her in tight dresses with artfully done makeup and free flowing hair are just icing on an already great tasting cake.

I motion for Kensi to turn around and she scoots over to the other side. More body wash is poured onto the cloth and my hand grabs hold of one of her legs. I place it in my lap and proceed to wash every inch of flesh exposed to my darkening eyes. The other leg takes its turn and her eyes close as she loses herself to my gentle hands. The washcloth rubs higher until it reaches the nook between her thigh and pelvis. I gingerly scrub the area clean, but I pull out a finger and slowly explore the folds hiding her exquisite blossom. She lets out a low moan and closes her eyes in pure bliss. I toss the washcloth aside and start pushing two fingers inside of her luscious heat. Her body tenses and she is almost floating over the water as she jerks back and forth. I pick her up and place her on the corner of the tub against the wall. She lift her towards my hungry mouth. My tongue circles her little clit as my fingers make staccato movements into her moist flesh. Her moans become shrieks and I stab my tongue inside her slit as she climaxes. Her joyous cries fill the warm air.

After giving her a chance to settle down, she sits back inside the tub and motions for me to turn around and takes a turn at washing my back. Her hands are soothing as she moves the cloth back and forth across my skin. The ink washes away as I relax in her arms. She reaches over and pulls the cloth across my torso. Her hand stills over one of the healed bullet wounds on my stomach. It causes her to sigh and hold me tighter. I look up at her and she tells me how scared she was after hearing I was shot.

"Watching you in the hospital nearly broke me. I didn't know why you were targeted and not knowing really messed with my head. If anything were to happen to you, I don't know what I would do."

This confession makes my heart drop.

Turning around to face her, I gather her in my arms and look her directly in the eye. "I'm not planning on going anywhere, Princess. You're stuck with me for as long as you want me. I hope that it's for a very long time. Infinity sounds about right."

She gives me the brightest smile and all I can see are the moon and the stars gazing back at me. It's like watching fireworks and being mesmerized by the brightness and whirling explosions. Looking at Kensi's eyes is like looking into my soul and reaching out for what it wants to be truly happy. A part of me knows that talking about the specifics of this infinity could scare her off considerably.

Kensi leans forward and gives me a kiss that is tender and full of longing. I feel every emotion she has pouring out of that kiss. It crushes my senses and leads me to deepen the kiss with my own love-induced fervor.

She reaches down and firmly grips my already thickening member. I ghost my fingers across her face and trail them down her elegant neck and collarbone then take her right breast into my hand and squeeze lightly. The other hand comes up and does the same to the other one. With a soft gasp, she leans forward and kisses me. My breathing soon grows ragged and all thoughts are focused on the nimble hands that are quickly overwhelming the little control I have left. Up and down and up and down. Each shift is punctuated with a kiss on my mouth, my cheek, my neck and finally on my ear. She starts nibbling the lobe and the interlude is galloping wildly towards the point of no return.

I remove her hand and grab the nearly forgotten condom and quickly put it on. Kensi scoots over and sits in my lap. My knees raise up and supper her upper body. She brushes against me and I can feel her fiery heat through the latex. The bubbles have pretty much fizzled away so I see every point where our skin meets under the water. In one smooth movement I shift and thrust inside of her heated cleft. The moist warmth is intoxicating and I take a minute to soak in the pleasure of being inside Kensi Blye. It is a feeling I want to repeat indefinitely.

Both of us are getting restless and she breaks first. Kensi starts moving up and down and her nipples glide across my chest with each thrilling move. The contact and the heated caresses of her inner channel have me groaning in pleasure. I call out her name and place kisses to any part of her that I can reach. The friction is not enough so I pull out and I turn her around. Her back presses against my chest and I push up into her. Every shift up hits the right spot and she moans in delight. Her arm reaches up and grabs my neck as she gives me the sloppiest kiss ever. Our tongues wage a war as our bodies come together in perfect harmony. The heat is incredible and all of my previous fantasies about Kensi are blown out of the water with each sensuous roll of her hips. I rest one of my hands on her rock hard stomach and trail the fingers of my other hand into her creamy center. She starts gasping and unravels in my arms. After her orgasm, I stop and let her settle in my lap. After a minute or so I pull both of us up on our knees and turn us toward one of the pulsing jets. I aim Kensi directly in front of the stream and start thrusting in and out of her from behind. Her reaction is intense as the spray of water hits her clit and each press of my hips pushes her closer to the jet. The sounds coming out of her mouth are deafening and my iron control is nearly gone. Only the will and determination to make Kensi come again keep me focused on the task at hand. A few more minutes of this and my vision starts to haze. The blood is ringing in my ears and the end is in sight. One, two more thrusts and I shatter. Our yells and the sounds of each other's names fill the air. Her body convulses and takes me along for the ride. We both explode into a ray of a million dazzling lights. All I can see are shooting stars behind my eyelids as the pleasure and euphoria burst right through me. I am lightheaded as I try and secure Kensi as we fall back into the tub. As the aftershocks fade, I gently caress her skin and bask in the afterglow of our first time together.

The water has now grown cold so I shut off the bubbles and step out to discard the condom. Reaching for a few towels, I hand one to Kensi and briskly rub myself down. After securing the towel at my waist, I take a second towel to her lustrous hair and gently massage away the water droplets clinging to the silky strands. Rubbing her hair feels so deeply intimate and I hope to have several more moments like this in the near future.

I grab a robe from the hook on the door and wrap it around her. She ties the belt together and I reach under the sink and open a new toothbrush for her. I grab my own toothbrush and put toothpaste on both of them before handing the other one to her. We face the mirror in front of two identical sinks. The scene is oddly domestic and we both smile as we go through the motions of spitting and rinsing. Watching her place the new toothbrush next to mine makes me feel warm and gooey inside. I tell her they look really good together in the holder. She smiles and moves in front of me. I envelop her into a hug from behind that is more affectionate than sexual.

It is very late so we head into the bedroom and change the sheets on my bed. We smile and share intense gazes from opposite sides of the room. The once white sheets are ruined, but I don't think I can ever throw them away. They will serve as a reminder of the best night of my life. After a wash, maybe I can have them framed into some kind of abstract art. When we finish, I go to my dresser and pull out an old LAPD shirt and boxers for Kensi to wear. I grab a pair of boxers for myself and we get ready for bed. She has the brush from my dresser in her hand and is about to pull it through her lightly damp hair. I put a hand on the brush and ask her to let me brush it instead. I sit down on the edge of the bed and she places herself on my lap. For some reason, I find this more personal than some of the things we did earlier in the evening. Brushing her hair suggest closeness and familiarity. It means she has let me inside her inner sanctum; a place where no other person is allowed. I am humbled as my partner has issues with trust and commitment. Having your father die when you are fifteen and having a fiancée who abandons you can do that to a person. The smell of my shampoo in her hair appeals to the primal creature inside of me. It teases my senses as I breathe deeply. The brush glides up and down each silky strand and my fingers slide through to minimize tangles as I complete this important task.

"What side of the bed do you want?"

She looks at me with a smirk and says, "I didn't know if I was invited to stay."

"After everything we did tonight you can stay anytime, Fern."

With a snort, she heads to the side closest to the window and settles in. The activity of the night has sapped my energy, so I get in beside her and pull her to my side. Her head rests below my shoulder and she places her hand on my chest right below my heart. I give her a kiss on the forehead and close my eyes.

"Good night, Kiki."

"Good night, Shaggy."

I smile and fall into a deep slumber with my arms around the woman of my dreams.

Author's Note: All of the nicknames they have for each other come from the show. There is one more that I want to use. If you can guess which one it is, I will send you a teaser of chapter 5.

Author's Note 2: I was up late trying to post this, when some random kid went up to my bedroom window and banged on damaged glass. He yelled incoherently but ran away. I wish Penny from BBT was here. She would have gone all junior rodeo on him with her baseball bat. Total TMI, but I needed a way to incorporate a little BBT for MyOwnStar.