Warnings: Spoilers for "Jack Knife", sexy times
A/N: Happy weekend everyone! I come with a brand new (sexy) chapter for you :) Enjoy! Feedback is appreciated, and thanks to everyone that has taken the time to leave a review, favorite or follow.
Natalie hadn't heard anything from Gibbs or Fornell, and the van had blown a tire. Right now, they had no back-up within driving distance. If this went south and fast, both Werth and herself were going to end up with a bullet between their eyes.
Werth had parked the truck on a side road and they were waiting, a bit impatiently for instructions at this point from Lucas and Szwed. In the distance he heard the approach of another truck through the slightly open window. He glanced in Natalie's direction even as the radio squawked and they were ordered to pull the truck out. "What do we do?" he asked her, honestly. They had not heard from Gibbs, Tony had no way of contacting the lead agent… they didn't have orders.
She took a deep breath, saw the other truck coming towards them. "Do what he tells you, that way no one gets hurt."
He nodded and shifted the truck into gear, pulling it out in the middle of the road to block the other truck. "Hope you know what you're doing, Agent Callahan."
"Yeah, I hope I know what I'm doing, too," she mumbled watching as the other truck came at them, horn blaring just as the brakes kicked it and it avoided hitting them. She didn't realize it but she had been holding her breath the whole time and didn't release until the other truck had stopped moving.
"You people say I'm crazy," Werth murmured with a grin as the pair climbed out of the cab. They were ordered to make sure that the driver of the truck stayed in the cab while Lucas and Szwed went around back to steal whatever they were here to steal.
Natalie drew her weapon. What the hell where they supposed to do once they had the drive held at gunpoint? Just sit by and let Swzed and Lucas hijack the truck? Or… whatever was in the truck? And as if he was answering her question, she heard Fornell's voice from the back of the truck. Blinking she went around to find Gibbs and Fornell in the back of the truck and not the cargo that was expected to be there.
Gibbs gave her a smile and then tossed his cuffs down to her. "Well... Fornell just said they were under arrest. Cuff them."
"Whoa, wait a minute!" Szwed cried as Natalie slapped a pair of cuffs on him and Fornell did the same to Lucas. "What exactly are we under arrest for?"
"You murdered a marine," Natalie informed them.
"Murder! No way! I just wanted my car back man!"
"If you didn't kill him, who did?" Gibbs asked.
Szwed, eager to save his own ass gave up the killer, the very man he had lost his car too and was trying to get it back. The same car that later NCIS was going to find out was used in a hit and run, that Heatherton had witnessed the accident and since the perpetrator couldn't bring himself to destroy the car... he had to destroy the only witness.
Natalie could only hear Abby's voice in her head while they stood late that night in the garage making the final arrest... boys and their toys.
Tony had to admit it—now that the operation was over, now that they had their killer—Natalie made a pretty hot trucker. Throughout the entire operation he had been able to ignore how sexy she looked, but as it had quieted down, the case closed… they had the hijackers in their custody, they had the man they'd placed a bet against to race sports cars across the country—who had killed Heatherton for costing him a bet… Tony couldn't ignore how that low cut black top clung to her body.
He wanted to drag her off... no, no that was not a good idea. There were already rumors flying around that Tony and Natalie were sleeping together. It wouldn't help matters if they were actually caught having sex in the office.
But if she kept dressing that way... soon or later they weren't going to be able to fight temptation... well, at least Tony knew he wouldn't be able to fight temptation. He was having a difficult time fighting the urge right now watching her.
Natalie seemed to be preoccupied with finishing up her report to even notice that Tony was practically drooling over her. She was used to him glancing at her, undressing her with his eyes... the behavior was nothing new to her. So, it wasn't until she got up to place the piece of paper on Gibbs' desk that she saw the lust filled look in Tony's eyes. She smiled at him coyly and swayed her hips. "See something you like, Agent DiNozzo?"
He licked his lips and stood, slamming his open desk drawer shut. If he didn't fear the wrath of Gibbs, Tony probably would push her down onto the boss' desk and have his way with her… but he did fear Gibbs… a little bit… and resisted the urge... he was hard just thinking about doing it. He reached out and crushed her lips underneath his own, not caring that any moment Gibbs, Stan, Abby… even Vance could walk in and find them. Her tongue danced inside of his mouth, caressing his and he moaned, wanting more from her. His arousal throbbed and panting, he pulled back from their heated kiss. "So… your place or mine?"
Somehow they made it to his bed. Tony wasn't sure how, given the heat in their kisses but they fell backwards onto the large pillows. Fervently they began to undress one another, tossing the clothing about the room as they went.
He made quick work of that sexy black top, pulling it over her head and throwing it away, not sure where it landed and not really caring. She had nothing on but those tight, black jeans and a lacy, very see through bra. Tony hissed seeing it and groaned when her hand moved up his leg and cupped him. He reached behind her and found the clasp on the bra. It sprang away from her body and he could easily slip it off of her now, revealing those nicely shaped breasts that he really was fond of playing with.
Natalie unbuckled his pants, pushing them down around his ankles while his mouth descended onto her breasts and his tongue began to tweak her nipple. Gasping and groaning she managed to get his boxers down next, his erection springing free from the cotton material.
Tony kicked his pants and boxers away, still managing to massage her breasts with his mouth as he did so. He heard the clang of his belt buckle as it hit the hard wood floor. He had been tense all day and he thought it had something to do with the stress of the mission but now, as he kissed her across her collarbone, finding the pulse point just beneath her ear… it had been three days since they had slept together. It would explain the hard, fast pace that they seemed to be taking. He sucked on that pulse point, her hips bucking and squirming…
He kept kissing her on that spot, letting his hands roam down her body to find the button on the jeans. They worked together to get them off. Tony pulled back and sat up on his knees, admiring her for a moment before he pulled her panties off. He flung it across the bedroom and they returned to their heavy make out session. Her hands raked their way down his chest while his buried in her hair. Tony felt fire on his skin wherever her fingers touched him. The fire grew as her hands went lower and lower, until finally she grasped his length and begin to give him rapid strokes.
Groaning, loudly, Tony moved one of his hands from her hair and trailed it down her thigh. "Two can play this game, Natalie," he grunted, his fingers beginning to return the favor and pleasure her. She let out a low, slow moan, encouraging him to continue.
"Yes… I know," Natalie panted, arching her hips into his movements. She quickened the pace of her strokes and heard the sharp intake of his breath.
"So… this is how you're gonna play this, huh?" Tony ground out, feeling the electric sensations of what she was doing to him course through his veins. "Fine then… challenge accepted."
In a flash their fingers competed with one another to bring the other to their climax first. Tony bucked his hips into each stroke she gave him and in turn she twisted hers with every pass his fingers made over her most sensitive spot. His bedroom erupted with the sound of their pleasuring one another, their loud moans and cries echoing off the walls. He was going to get a call from a nosy neighbor later complaining about it…
Tony didn't care. How Natalie was making him feel was more important at the moment. And oh, did it feel good.
Natalie felt herself barreling towards her orgasm thanks to his constant, lightening fast attention to her body. She titled her head back and increased the pace of her strokes to get him to the same place as she was. Tony pulled back just as she was about to reach her high… pried her fingers from around him and tossed the nightstand drawer open to find a condom.
Everything was going a lot faster than he normally would go, but this raw, primal, need-to-have-you now pace had gotten his pulse racing and if he didn't complete the deed now...
He quickly moved her into position, pushing inside of her with her legs over his shoulders. Both of them moaned loudly and Tony set them right into a rhythm, barely given her time to adjust... it only took a few deep, powerful thrusts thanks to their furious foreplay session, to get them to their completion. Their shouts of pleasure surely woke the neighbors and he knew for a fact that his annoying, sniveling little weasel of an upstairs neighbor was going to be at his door come morning complaining about the noise. He's just jealous that you're getting action and he's not... he shifted his attention to the beautiful woman underneath him. If his weasel neighbor saw her... well... he'd understand the loud noises...
She was flush and breathing hard, but completely basking in the afterglow. Her whole body had tingled and shook as she reached her high… and a soft little grin spread across her face when she had felt his body shudder with his own release. She knew that he liked to pay special attention to her before getting to the main event, but she had wanted it this way from the moment he kissed her back in the bullpen and she had done everything she could to make sure she got what she wanted...
"Damn it, Nat," Tony cursed, huffing and puffing. He reached for the black tee shirt that had landed on the top of his bedpost. Gently he pulled off the used condom, using the tee shirt to collect any of his fluids that might escape. Both the condom and the tee shirt ended up in the trash bin. Tony sighed, "You play unfair sometimes," he whispered, kissing each of her fingers with a gentle caress of his lips over them.
"That shirt is going to have to disappear now. Otherwise, Abby will be testing it for DNA once she sees what's on it," Natalie breathed, a little twinkle in her eyes. "She already thinks I'm sleeping with someone at NCIS…"
Tony threw the shirt to the floor. "Well, she isn't wrong then, is she?" He leaned forward, engulfing her mouth into a heated kiss before she could answer him. He was surprised at how charged up he was after their quick, do-me-now sex, but he was. It wasn't going to take him long to be ready for round two.
Natalie helped him along, running the tip of her fingers over the tip of his penis and giving it a little flick. He moaned into their passionate embrace and she felt him grow hard against her smooth thigh. He released her lips and began making a trail of kisses down her body, his hands roaming over her smooth, slick skin while he did so and it was then that she noticed her locket was hanging around his neck. It heightened her desire to know that he had kept her close to him that entire time she had been undercover. It was sweet, romantic, and oh, the way his tongue was working her right now… it was sexy as hell.
He groaned when he found how ready she was for him. Tony gave a final taste and then pulled up, running his tongue over his lips as he did so. Quickly, he slipped off the bed and tossed the nightstand drawer open to find another condom. He ripped the package open with his teeth and just as quickly worked the latex over his erection. He climbed back onto the bed and positioned himself over her…
She surprised him then by rising and shoving him backwards into a sitting position. Suddenly she was in his lap, her arms around his neck, her mouth on his and her tongue battling it out with his own. Carefully she lowered herself around him but that was as far as being gentle lasted.
Their pace was an instant, aggressive, fast one. Natalie gripped his shoulders, arching her neck and exposing the soft flesh much to his delight. Tony kissed that pulse point, gently sucked it, the one that made her moan and whimper for more. The harder he suckled that soft flesh the more she twisted and bucked her hips against him—the louder she cried out in pleasure—and he met her demands with upward thrusts, heightening his own pleasure.
Her fingernails dug into his shoulder blades. He welcomed the tiny amount of pain. It was worth it how incredible this was. They both were going to be wearing the marks of this encounter come morning and neither one of them cared…
"Tony… I'm… almost…" Natalie panted, her pace quickening as she felt her muscles start to tighten around his thick erection.
"Let it… let it happen," Tony encouraged her, his hand drifting down to where they were joined. He gave one rub of her clit and it sent her over the edge.
Her whole body convulsed and shook in his arms with her release and she rode out the waves of her orgasm by milking his own. Tony came only seconds after her, groaning as he reached completion with her. Both of them collapsed backwards onto the bed, breathing like they had just run about twenty miles at an alarming pace and their bodies were covered in a slick layer of sweat.
Tony slowly removed himself from her and discarded the used condom in the trash bin by his bed. Gently he reached out and pulled her flush against him, burying his face into her tangled, sweat matted hair. She murmured something and kissed his jawline with a feather touch of her lips. He smiled, returned the same feather like kiss to her temple.
It wasn't long before they both drifted off to sleep, tangled up in his blankets and each other's arms.
Gibbs was enjoying his morning coffee down in the basement, working, when he heard the front door open. Heavy footsteps could be heard along the kitchen floor and then the creak of the steps as the visitor made their way into the basement. He looked up and saw the toes of Nike sneakers. "Hey, Tony, what brings you by? Saturday morning... figured you'd want to sleep in after being stranded with the truck for so long last night."
Tony appeared, dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt. Despite the late night the previous night at NCIS... and then extracurricular activities back at his apartment with his partner, he looked incredibly relaxed, rested. "There's, um… there's something that I wanted to talk to you about, boss."
He looked up at his agent underneath his safety goggles. Gesturing for Tony to take a seat across from him at the table, he sighed. "Something wrong, DiNozzo? You sick? Want a transfer or something?"
"No. Nothing like that boss," Tony replied with a shake of his head. "I just… I haven't been entirely honest with you the last few weeks. There's just been a lot going on, you know… with McGee being on medical leave and Stan around…"
"Yeah, but you know you can always come talk to me," Gibbs reminded him. "I don't want you to think that this is a place you're not welcome. If it was later in the day I'd offer you a drink. What's on your mind?"
Tony ran his tongue over his lips. "Natalie."
Gibbs could have guessed. "Is not working out between you two? You seem to work well together."
He laughed nervously and scratched behind his ear. "Um, see, that's the problem. It's working out a little too well if you get what I mean." Tony looked up and saw Gibbs looking at him with sincere, blue eyes. "I get this one, Gibbs. She's… she's easy to talk too. And I know… it's breaking your rules… but I… I really care about her. If it's… if it's a problem… then… then I'm wiling to leave the team."
His eyebrows shot up. Gibbs wasn't expecting that. He was expecting Tony to plead his case that his relationship with Natalie was not going to interfere his work, that Gibbs had nothing to worry about. Tony offering to be transferred showed the team leader just how much the younger man did care about her. "As long as you keep it out of the workplace… we're not going to have a problem."
"We're not?" Tony asked, surprised. "Boss, rule 12."
"I created that rule because of my own dumb mistakes with Jenny," Gibbs responded, truthfully. "You and Natalie are not Jenny and I."
Tony looked at him, still slightly bewildered. "Boss… I promise… it won't effect our work."
Gibbs sipped his coffee. "I know it won't, Tony. Personally, I think it made you more focused on that last Op."
"I don't want to see her get hurt."
"Neither do I."
Tony suspected that they were talking about two different things. He shifted on his stool. "Boss… I don't intend to break her heart."
Gibbs kept a steady gaze on the senior field agent for a moment, then let a thin smile spread across his features. "Good. Because then I would have to fire your ass, DiNozzo."
McGee will be returning to work in the next chapter!