They stumbled up the steps, Gibbs walking backward trying to maintain as much contact with Kate as possible, afraid that if he let go she would disappear. When his back hit the door, he removed the hand tangled in her hair and snaked it around to twist the knob of the conveniently unlocked door. They half fell through the door and Gibbs pushed himself against Kate, slamming the door closed with her body. She tilted her head back then, granting him access to the soft, milky skin of her neck. Gibbs dipped his head down and worked his lips from the base of her neck, upward. As he did so, he expertly slid a hand behind her back and latched the door. When his lips reached her earlobe, he sucked hard on it, then moved to give the other the same treatment.

Kate had her hands around his neck, but regained enough composure to decide she wanted a little more control. She slid her hands around to the waist of Gibbs's jeans and tugged at the button up tucked inside them. Once freed, she started to pop open the buttons, while Gibbs trailed his kisses further down her neck and to her chest. When he dipped his tongue between her heaving breasts, she moaned and yanked at his shirt, the remaining buttons flying aimlessly across the room. Gibbs shrugged out of his shirt, letting it crumple to the floor while Kate fumbled with his belt. He put one hand on top of hers, feeling it shaking beneath his, and dropped it to her side. He swiftly removed the belt, unbuttoned his pants and slid them, and his boxers, to the floor, and stepped out of them. Kate gasped quietly at the sight of him. Gibbs looked up at her, suddenly thankful for how well kept is body was thanks to his job and long hours spent sanding his boat. He stepped closer to her, leaned in her ear and whispered,

"This would be more fun if you were naked too." She grinned at that, and got an idea. Eyeing a chair only a few steps away she rocked her body into his, causing him to step back just far enough to push him into the seat. He started to protest.

"No, no," she scolded. "You sit right there. This won't be something you'll want to miss." She pushed her coat off first, taking her time laying it over the sofa back. He'd seen her outfit at work all day, but damn it looked much sexier standing in front of him now than it had in the bullpen. She was wearing a cream tank top that hugged sinfully to all of the right curves, underneath a green sweater that made her eyes look like emeralds as she eyed him, a smirk forming on her lips. She unbuttoned the sweater slowly, deliberately fumbling at the ones closest to her breasts. When she finally tossed it aside she slid her soft hands down her body. Thigh high boots covered her legs, so she placed her right leg on Gibbs's chair, the toe of her boot resting just inches from his twitching cock. She slowly unzipped the boot, then switched legs. Her skirt was hitched up, and Gibbs could see the lacy top of her stockings. His body ached to touch her, but the sensation of watching her do this, for him, won the battle this time. She returned to her top then, and gripped the hem of her tank top, pulling it over her head. A green lacy bra greeted Gibbs's eyes. Her heaving breasts aching for release. She swayed her hips a little then, making the skirt fall back into place, and then slowly slid the zipper down. With a little shimmy the skirt hit the ground, and, as he suspected, green panties covered her swollen sex. Gibbs sharply sucked in at the visible sight of wetness between her legs. Knowing she was this turned on, for him, was more than he could handle. He reached out for her hand and yanked her toward him. She fell, gracefully, into his very naked body. With his hard cock pressing against her outer thigh, and her legs draped over the arm of the chair, Gibbs nipped at her neck again while sliding a hand over her lap and peeling the stockings off of her smooth legs. Gaining confidence again, Kate braced herself, then twisted around swiftly so she was straddling Gibbs. Her breasts were eye level and he took note of the front clasp. He popped it open with two fingers while his other hand grazed down her tummy, and between her thighs. Her moist center was his for the taking. As he slid one finger past the lace of her panties and sunk into her hot center, she did the most incredible thing he had ever experienced. She slammed her hips down onto his finger, practically forcing another finger inside, and as she did she took her own hand and placed it alongside Gibbs's inserting a finger of her own into her center. They rocked together for a while, but as her breath started to get ragged he hooked his finger around hers and pulled them both out slowly. He slid his legs forward, and she got the message. They were getting up. As he stood, she wrapped her legs around his waist, and he guided them toward the bedroom. Once inside, he laid her down on the bed, and silently praised himself for making it up this morning. He stretched a foot backward and kicked the door closed before joining her on the bed.

She was suddenly nervous, and he sensed it. He wanted this to be the only woman he ever made love to again. He wanted this to be her last first time. Damn it, he wanted to do it right. He stretched out beside her, and propped his head on his hand. Her eyes fluttered open, looking almost disappointed that he wasn't straddling her, about to ravish her body completely. The shaking in her hands and the blush of her cheeks told a different story though. They said she was nervous as hell, and Gibbs knew it. Damn him and his gut, she thought. She ignored his knowing glare, and instead took control again. Knocking him on his back, she slid her fingertips down his body, following them with her lips. She circled each nipple then flicked each one with her teeth. She continued downward, and dipped her tongue in his bellybutton. As she moved the remaining few inches Gibbs realized what she was doing, and pulled her hair up, gently, forcing her to look at him. She looked confused, and he gestured for her to slide up next to him. She did, resting her head on his chest. He saw chill bumps forming on her arms, and pulled the covers from under their heads down to their feet and then tucked it around her.

"Better?" She nodded wordlessly, thankful that this thoughtful, wonderful man was lying next to her. He had that look from earlier though, and she couldn't resist.

"I may not go out much, but I know most men don't turn down that, Gibbs." She said, raising her eyebrows for emphasis.

"There will be plenty of time for that. Right now, can we not just talk?"

What? Did Jethro Gibbs just say he wanted to talk? She must have looked confused again, because he spoke, his tone clearly one of clarification.

"Look, Kate. I'm no newbie to the world of sex, and I know the difference in how to treat a cheap fuck and the woman of my dreams. I also know that after tonight, I never want another woman in my bed. I want to make love to you, all night. What I want to remember about this night though, is enjoying you, not just enjoy myself. I'm not really much for this feelings stuff, but with you I feel like I need to explain. I need you to know how I'm feeling."

Kate thought she might actually cry. She decided to restrain, though, when she thought of how Gibbs might take it. Instead she curled closer to him, nuzzling her nose in his neck and said:

"Then make love to me."

He reached down and curved a finger in either side of her panties and slid them to her knees. She hooked a toe in one side and slid them the rest of the way off. She looked into his deep blue eyes then, and he saw the desire, the need. Gibbs felt like a schoolboy losing his virginity right then. He wanted to be in her so bad. He moved his body on top of hers. As he did so, the fanning of the covers sent the heavenly aroma of her juices into the air. He changed direction then, and slid down her body, until he was nestled comfortably between her legs. He kissed one knee and ran a trail of kisses up her thigh, then propped it on his shoulder. It showered the other leg with the same kisses, but left it lying, sprawled out to the side. He shifted his attention to the source of the delightful scent. He dipped his tongue inside her, tasting her, while two fingers tweaked her clit. He darted his tongue in and out, quickly, and she bucked her hips forward. She was moaning loudly, then she spoke:

"Gibbs, I need you inside me. Right now." The conviction in her voice was full of desire, and need.

Gibbs needed no further encouragement, but took it slowly nonetheless. He moved up the bed and kissed her forehead lightly. Now was not the time for words, but he wanted to show her, somehow, that this was special, that she was special. He centered himself and slowly slid in. She laced her fingers into his sliver hair, and spread her legs wider, giving him more access. He started to rock then, slowly. Kate could feel a burn creeping into her stomach, and she started to thrust her hips forward, meeting his. She moaned out loud, and it took all of his self-restraint not to pound into her like a crazed animal. She was clutching at fistfuls of the sheets, her knuckles white. His composure was getting thin. His lips had been on her neck, but he moved to her ear to whisper:

"Say my name, Kate. I want to hear it when you're going over the edge."

Those words were enough to send her over, them and the feeling of his warm breath on her ear.

"Oh god, Jethro. Jeth-rooo." It came out just as sexily as he'd thought it would. Not screaming, moaning. And that, combined with the way her walls were contracting around him as she rode her orgasm out, was enough to send him over too. He came hard inside her, and then collapsed against her chest. They both dozed off, cradled in one another's arms.

Meanwhile, their cell phones, lost in the scattered clothing downstairs, lit up. The displays read: Incoming Call-NCIS Headquarters.