Hiya guys! I know it's been months since I last updated, and I'm so sorry - I know you guys are like so sick and tired of hearing the 'school is so tiring' excuse, and I really hate giving it all the time, but it's a fact. :( Exams are next week, it's been so hard trying to cope (education in Singapore is the hardest, I swear), especially with nine subjects under my belt that I have to pass. Anyways, this chapter took me extras long to write because I've been suffering from writer's block again - but I promise I'll update, just not as frequently. Because this chapter was really hard to write, I'm extra proud of it, and I hope you guys like it.

By the way, this location was suggested by drawingqueen, whose works are awesome, you should totally check her stuff out.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NCIS

It was late

It was dark.

The building was empty.

They were alone.

They didn't know how it happened, but they were now making out on the staircase leading to MTAC. She was pressed against the left railing and he trapped her by pressing himself against her so she couldn't escape. They were exchanging heated, passionate kisses as their hands roamed around each other's body, travelling up and down and touching each other in places that wouldn't be appropriate, had they been in public's eye.

Her hands went under his shirt and slid up his chest, feeling the hard, toned muscles there and caressing them, touching them softly. He pulled back only after they were deprived of oxygen and removed his coat and shirt, leaving him topless in front of her.

Her hands started caressing her muscles again by impulse and she reached up to kiss him again. The colour of his eyes had turned dark blue instead of the ice blue it usually was – and that was when she felt the bulge in his pants.

A part of her realised if they were going to stop, they'd better stop now before they got too far – but the other part of her, the one that was winning, wanted him to continue kissing her slowly and passionately, taking his time to taste every corner of her mouth.

She wondered how they had ended up making out on the staircase, and a series of flashbacks came to her.

Jethro screwing up a case.

Her screaming at him in her office.

Him screaming back.

Him storming out the door.

Her following.

Having a shouting match on the balcony in the middle of the night.

Calling him a bastard multiple times as they walked down the stairs.

Him suddenly stopping when they were halfway down.

Pressing her up against the railing.

Touching her.

Kissing her.

She smiled against his lips and continued to kiss him passionately, weaving her fingers in his short hair and pulling him closer.

"Wait a minute, Jen." He pulled away and looked at her, frowning.

"What, Jethro?" she asked impatiently, tugging his belt loops and trying to pull him closer.

Still, he resisted.

"What are we doing?" he asked himself.

"I believe it's called kissing." She teased.

"Jen – if we get caught –"

She pulled him back down roughly, gave him a kiss that made him forget what he was going to say and hooked one leg around his so he couldn't get away.

"What were you saying, Jethro?" she asked softly and seductively, puckering her full red lips at him and running her hands up and down his chest.

"Nevermind. Not important."

She smirked victoriously as he leant down and started kissing the sensitive skin of her neck, whimpering softly as he kissed that spot that made her knees go weak. She gripped his bicep to steady herself and pushed her body into his.

His hands moved over her blouse swiftly, lightly touching her breasts as he nipped at her neck. His fingers reached the top button of her blouse and played with it for a while, before pushing it slowly through its hole and releasing it. He repeated the process for the rest of her buttons and pushed the rest of her blouse down her shoulders and arms, leaving her top with only her bra on. He grabbed her hips and pulled it against his, bending down and giving her a wild, passionate kiss.

Her hands roamed his body as their tongues duelled violently. His hands tangled themselves into her fiery red hair, the other still holding her hips against him. Her hands found the buckle of his belt and undid it quickly without breaking the kiss – she seemed to always manage to do that even when distracted by something else. Her fingers fumbled about for the zipper, though, and after she found it, she pulled them down quickly, unbuttoning them as well. He pushed the jeans away with his foot.

Their passionate kiss ended and his fingers moved to the zipper of her skirt, pushing it down slowly. He let go of the soft material and let it pool at her feet, leaving her in just her underwear.

He let his hands explore her body for a while, softly caressing her shoulders, then moving slowly, lightly down her arms before stopping at her breasts and softly moving his hands over them and her hardened nipples. His fingers lightly traced her stomach and she gripped the railing in anticipation as his fingers moved deftly over the hem of her panties, tracing her thighs softly, getting closer to her centre.

The black lace she was wearing contrasted sharply to her ivory skin. She looked beautiful, sinful even, with only her lingerie on, lust and attraction hovering in her eyes. Her hair was messy and her lips was swollen, but that only made her look sexier to him.

He reached behind for the clasp of her bra, unhooking it quickly and pulling her bra off her arms. He pinned her more firmly against the railing, kissing her passionately again. His fingers dipped inside the waistband of her panties, teasing her softly. She returned the kiss with much fervour – she was desperate for him to take her.

Her panties were slightly damp, and he could feel his boxers tightening at the thought of how wet she must be. Her hands were now just mindlessly roaming his body, just touching him.

He pulled the panties off of her and threw it on the floor, not caring where it landed. The sound she made – it was between a moan and a whimper – made him growl softly and pull his boxers off.

"Please – Jethro – I need you inside –" she said.

He gripped her legs and wrapped them around her legs, at the same time thrusting into her in one hard thrust, without warning, staying inside her and waiting for her to get used to his size. Soon he was thrusting recklessly into her, growling and moaning her name while Jenny moaned and held onto his shoulders tightly.

They made a loud, crashing sound as their hips repeatedly collided with the railing, but neither cared. They just wanted their release, and fast.

"Jethro – faster, oh yes!" she shouted.

He held on tightly to her hips and grunted as her thrust, closing his eyes because of how good she felt around him. She was dripping wet and so tight and he saw stars instantly.

She could feel bruises starting to form on her hips where he was gripping her. She knew tomorrow she would probably have more hickeys than she had had in the past decade and wake up sore, with her hips hurting, but none of that mattered at that moment – her thoughts, her very being, was filled with him.

Their pace started growing faster and faster, almost a frenzied pace now. He pushed her harder against railing, angling her hips higher so he could thrust up harder inside her and hit that spot. One of his hands held her back, supporting her, while the other crept downwards slowly. He reached down and, under the hazy pleasure, felt her clit and started rubbing between his fingers.

"Oh," moaned Jenny, grinding her hips fast against his hand and cock.

Her muscles were tightening around him – he could feel her release coming slowly, the tension in her body increasing – her moans were faster, she was starting to gasp and pant – his hands moved faster around her clit, rubbing with more intensity – her back arched, exposing her neck to his hungry mouth – she screamed his name loudly –

"JENNY!" he shouted, coming inside her.

She could feel a huge gush of cum cascading inside her, her grip tightening on his shoulders. Her orgasm continued as cum trickled out of her pussy down her thighs. He waited until every last drop was inside her before he pulled out of her, settling her on the stairs among their clothes.

His desire for her was still burning, not fully fulfilled yet. Despite the amazing sex they had just had, he still wanted more – and he was hell bent on getting more.

He moved over her, laying her down carefully – they were at the part of the stairs where it bended so that it was parallel to the bullpen, so there was a flat surface. He could already see a purple mark on the left side of her neck. He smirked slightly, his gaze travelling down. Her breasts weren't marked yet – he would see to that later. His gaze travelled further down, passing her smooth, toned stomach – straight to where he had just filled her seconds ago.

He could see her shaved pussy, still dripping wet with a bit of cum coating it deliciously. He gazed at her cunt hungrily, feasting on it with his eyes. He tore his eyes from his treasure and looked up at her eyes, asking for approval, knowing that if she said no, he would still proceed.

Thankfully, she caught the glint and hunger in his eyes – she smiled at him, laying down comfortably on her back. She opened her legs wide and reached a hand behind his head, pushing him down towards her pussy.

He could smell her arousal, and he closed his eyes appreciatively, leaning down onto her. He pushed her legs over his shoulder and she locked her ankles together, securing her legs around his neck. He buried his nose in her folds, breathing in and out slowly, making sure the air passed through her pussy and clit. Her hips bucked and she let out a whimper each time he breathed.

"Jethro… please." She begged softly.

He waited a few seconds, making her hips buck suddenly again before wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking eagerly. She cried out loud, her hand coming up to hold the edge of the stairs, her knuckles whitening as she gripped it tightly.

Her legs circled his neck, wrapping around him securely so that he would have no choice but to bury his face in her pussy. He pulled back a little and flicked his tongue back and forth on her clit, holding her hips down with one hand when her hips bucked again. She whimpered softly – she was desperate for his tongue to be inside her.

"Please," she said again, breathless and gasping for air.

Slowly, torturously, his fingers spread her lips open wide and he breathed deeply, making her cry out again. His tongue touched the edges of her pussy and teased her mercilessly. She sat up suddenly, pushing his head down almost violently – his tongue enter her sharply, unexpectedly – she gasped in pain and pleasure as his tongue entered her.

She pushed her hair back, holding it tightly as he gripped her hips and pressed his face more tightly to her core. Her other hand went to his hair, gripping tightly.

He pushed his tongue in and out of her at a rapid pace – hard, fast, rough, just how she like it. They rocked together on the stairs, lost in the feel of the other – the pleasure, the hot, passionate fire burning inside each of them and the risky idea that they could get caught on the staircase fucking, his tongue buried in her pussy – it added fuel to the fire, making the sex so much more pleasurable.

He could feel her muscles contracting already, and he upped his game, latching his lips onto her core and sucking while tongue-fucking her pussy. She closed her eyes and threw her head back, trying to bite back a moan. It didn't work – she moaned, whimpered, cried out as she felt the waves of her orgasm getting closer.

He was practically slamming his tongue into her when she came, throwing her head back and exposing her creamy white neck, screaming his name. He lapped up all the excess liquid flooding her pussy, licking her pussy dry. He licked his lips contentedly, and her eyes darkened again as she felt her arousal flare up again.

They stood up slowly and she noticed his bulging erection, smirking slightly. She put a hand on his chest just as he bent down to pick up his clothes.

"You won't be needing those," she said silkily, picking them up herself and grabbing his hand.

He smirked, wrapping his arms around her naked body.

So there ya go :)

Fuckfest is basically the sexual activity they take part in in different parts of NCIS, all in one night. It has four parts (for now) and I've already figured out the next location, but still accepting suggestions for the other two parts, so keep those suggestions coming!

Next location: Interrogation Room

The next update is for The Extended Family, so please check that out.

Please don't forget to leave a review!

- Natalia