Set during 'A Weak Link' – Gibbs and Tony show Kate the art of Repelling.
Disclaimer – Fun KIBBS smut. Not my characters, just love sharing their tension.
(Haven't written in 10 years so bear with me!)
Belay
Kate was exhausted. They had been staring at the evidence in front of them for hours. The faint scent strong coffee remnants, male perspiration and desperation was wafting around her, making it harder and harder to concentrate.
She watched as Gibbs' brows furrowed in frustration. Her legs were crossed on the stool and her skirt was slid up just an inch to allow a bit of fresh air to waft through. She was grateful when Ducky arrived with ice cream, the cool flavoured droplets soothing on her tongue.
Unfortunately, the ice cream did not help jog her thoughts – rather the opposite, providing a rather unnecessary brain freeze.
She hopped up off her chair, her skirt stretching back over her legs again and providing a thick, unwelcome layer of warmth.
"I wish I had a better idea of how all this rappelling stuff worked," she said, frustrated. "You know, it might be easier to figure out what happened."
She saw Tony's eyes light up in her peripheral vision and her chest suddenly tightened, knowing he was about to say something absurd.
"I have kind of a crazy idea," he said, smiling mischievously.
"Mm, those are never comforting words coming from you," she responded in a somewhat mocking tone.
To her surprise, Gibbs' expression changed to reflect Tony's, his eyes twinkling with intrigue.
Kate looked between the two of them. "What?"
She suddenly found herself unceremoniously dumped into a blood-red NCIS jumpsuit, her curves hidden underneath the baggy fabric. She tried to protest, her hidden fear of heights about to be exposed.
Gibbs held out a black repelling harness. She gripped his shoulder as she awkwardly stepped into the holes, feeling him stiffen slightly as she pressed down firmly. Tony came up behind her and slid the harness up around her waist, holding it in place by conveniently pressing it against the side of her hips. Not breaking eye contact, Gibbs watched her as he yanked the straps, the material cutting into her in all the wrong places. She was then tugged onto the scissor lift.
"No, no way," she tried to protest, knowing it was useless. She peeked over the edge of the machine, already looking much higher in the air than she would have preferred.
Gibbs chuckled throatily. "You'll do fine." He gripped her and spun her around roughly to face him. Her brain struggled to keep up as he rushed through the instructions. "All right, push this down, clamp it onto your harness like that," he said, pressing the D-link onto her harness. "There you go."
Kate finally found some words. "Okay, remind me. This is going to help us solve the case again because…"
"It's fun?" Tony interjected, smiling at her discomfort as opposed to her normal bravado. She glared at him.
Gibbs brought her attention back to him. "You want to understand what happened – this is how you understand." Without warning, he pressed the button to raise the scissor lift, feeling the machine jolt and vibrate under her weak knees. Kate involuntarily whimpered, hoping but knowing it wasn't unheard by her colleagues.
"You used to protect the President?" Tony called from below. She ignored him, too focused on the machine suddenly grinding to a stop and swaying under her feet. She clung onto the railings for dear life.
Gibbs' voice brought her attention back to the task at hand. "I've got to check your harness." Her harness felt fine but she know better than to question him and just let herself be at the mercy of his hands. That's when she realised how close she was to him.
She felt him take a step closer to her, and she could smell that alluring mix of sawdust, coffee and suit linen. He roughly reached his hands around, tucked his fingers under the harness straps and tugged her around to face him. His eyes never left her as his hands ran over the waistline, his thumbs passing over her hips as he did so. He then slowly dropped to his knees, his face dangerously close to her. He quickly but thoroughly slid his hands along each of the straps cradling her thighs, reaching in between her legs to make sure they were sitting in the proper position. Kate's grip tightened on the rails, suddenly very aware at how close her boss was to her.
"God," she breathed, a mixture of fear of the task and the welcome distraction of his hands.
He looked up at her from his knees, smiling slightly as he suddenly spun her around again, officially needing to check the harness straps at the back. He tightened the strap slightly around her left leg, his right hand holding her steady by the waist and his left hand scooped around the curve of her ass as he felt the new position. She felt the hand linger a millisecond longer than it ordinarily should have. Her breath hitched slightly and she was suddenly aware that she was panting slightly.
"How's that feel?" he asked, smirking as he noticed the change in her breathing.
"Uh..." she stammered, a million things racing through her mind at once. "Like I'm about to throw up," she answered truthfully. He chuckled.
"Face me," he said, huskily. He spun her around yet again, catching her and holding her steady. Reaching around her, he grasped the rope in one hand before using the other to clip the rope in place within the D-link. "Through," he said as he hit his mark. "DiNozzo, you're on belay," he called out, his face still at her navel.
"Don't worry, Kate, I got your back," Tony yelled back, unable to see the tiny, lingering hand gestures.
"Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of, Tony," Kate quipped, unable to think of anything else to say with her boss' head so close to her and the fear of the task still rampant in her mind.
Gibbs finally stood up and turned her back around to the front by her shoulders. Standing right behind her, his chest pressed against her as he reached forward and grabbed the line, his breath in her ear. She shivered as the warm air hit her sensitive flesh. She had no idea if this was intentional or just Gibbs being unaware as always. Either way it helped to calm her down and feel secure.
He grasped the top of her left hand. "Guide hand, right here," he said, nudging it in front of her chest. "Brake hand," he said, repeating the action with the right hand and passing it down beside her thigh. "If you want to stop, clamp down on this." He demonstrated, the cord pressing firmly against her, rubbing her sensitive skin. "Put the thumb right at the centre of your butt," he finished, taking her right hand, centering it at the said area, and spreading his palm to keep it in place. His fingers brushed against the cloth-covered skin. She stiffened at the tough – only slightly, but enough. She realised she had arched just a millimetre, her head turned very slightly to expose her pale neck to his soft voice. She leaned into him slightly, needing that security. She felt his breath quicken as her body trapped both of their hands between them. Even though her hand was clenched, she could feel the very slightly bulge that told her that he was enjoying this as much as she was.
Tony broke them out of their slight reprieve. "All set down here boss."
"Remember what I told you," he breathed into her ear, making her shudder. Their hands were still in their position, and she moved her fist oh-so-slightly against him, feeling his breath hitch slightly. She felt him nod and remembered the task before her.
"Todd on rappel," she managed to call out with conviction.
"DiNozzo on belay."
"Are you ready?" Gibbs turned his head towards her, his left hand smoothed over her waist. Neither of them wanted to let go but Tony would be getting impatient by now. She wanted nothing more than for his lips to trace a line along her neck and she suddenly wanted her harness rechecked again, wanting to feel those strong hands around her legs.
She forced herself back to the real world, shaking her head, knowing these feelings weren't shared. "You know, Gibbs, I kind of think I got the gist of it now. It's fine-"
She was cut off as Gibbs pushed her off and she swung in mid-air. She heard him call out a word of encouragement as she slid down the rope. She was breathless by the time she reached the bottom. "Cool," she managed.
"See? Now you know what it feels like," Tony said, standing close to her and removing the rope.
She heard the scissor lift dropping back to Earth as Gibbs stepped down. "What?" he asked as her mind formed some clarity after the drop.
"The fake D-link is lighter than the real one," she said, her mind whirring.
"Ok…" Tony said, trying to follow.
"Johnson was an experienced climber. Why didn't he notice the difference?" Kate questioned.
"Get out of that. We have less than an hour," Gibbs barked as he strode over to the elevator. Kate fumbled with the harness, struggling to find the anchor points to loosen her bonds. She saw Gibbs sigh an exasperated sigh and walk quickly back over to her, ordering Tony to go and get the vehicle ready.
Despite the time pressure, she noticed that Gibbs took his time. Dropping to his knees again, he brushed his hands between her legs to loosen the straps. She gasped as his hand made contact with her now-sensitive area, her hand flinging out to clutch his shoulder for support. She felt him take a deep breath, and she wondered if her moistened aroma was filtering out of the cloth. His hands travelled up behind her, across her ass to loosen the cord around her waist and she suddenly felt freedom. Gibbs stood up as the harness dropped to the floor between them.
Neither of them looked at it. Both were looking at each other.
Without a word, Gibbs reached forward and started to unbutton the jumpsuit, popping one button frustratingly slowly. Once it was at her navel, he delicately pressed the shoulders off her and then continued. The buttons dropped further and he undid every single one of them. Kate was very aware that her breathing had become a mix of being erratic and being held wordlessly.
The jumpsuit dropped and she stepped out of them. "Thank you," she whispered. He nodded as they heard Tony calling out "Car's ready, boss!" and they both turned around and walked briskly towards the garage, leaving the jumpsuit and harness in a puddle on the floor.
Within the hour, they had their suspect. Kate diligently got through the arrest, the charges and the paperwork, but her mind was somewhere else and she wanted nothing more than a cold shower and a change of clothes.
She was grabbing her gear from the desk, ready to leave, when she noticed Gibbs sitting at his desk, frustrated by the computer as he tried to type up his case notes. She smiled slightly and walked over to him.
"Hey, that repelling exercise wasn't so bad," she said. "But my perfectionism gets the best of me sometimes. Do you think we could try it again in the future so I can get a bit more confident with it? You know, in case I have to rescue DiNozzo off a cliff or something."
Gibbs chuckled, relieved at the distraction. "If you're not too tired we could go down there now? Anything to get me away from this damn computer."
She saw his eyes twinkle very slightly. As appealing as a cold shower was, she wanted to feel his rough hands around her waist again. She nodded – "Now would be fine. Don't we need someone to belay though?"
He frowned quizzically. "Oh, I reckon we can go over some theory on the ground first. Then I'm sure we can find someone." He stood up and they both took the elevator down, the air thick between them. He was standing in the corner, his legs crossed and a small smirk on his face as he gazed at her. It took everything she had not to press him up against the wall.
The elevator couldn't arrive at its destination fast enough. They both strode out silently. The jumpsuit and harness was right where they had left it – the place was deserted and would be for quite some time. A fact they were both quite aware of.
She kicked off her shoes and stepped into the leg holes of the jumpsuit. "Here, let me," Gibbs stated, bending down to find the edges of the jumpsuit in the pool of fabric. He fumbled around as Kate pressed onto his shoulders again. He must be enjoying this as Jethro Gibbs was not a man who fumbles.
He painfully slowly found the shoulders and started to ride them up her body, his hands scraping the legs, the shoulders, the sides of her breasts, until the jumpsuit was in place. He once again wrapped his fingers around the buttons, starting at her chest, pulling the fabric together and grazing his hands along the fabric covering her hardening nipples as he did so. He secured the buttons down the jumpsuit, getting closer and closer to where she wanted his hands to be. She could swear he could feel the heat radiating off of her as his hands lingered on the lowest button, the one right in front of her crotch. As the button secured it pressed against her and she took a sharp breath in, feeling her core moisten.
"Are you ready for your harness," he said, his head dropped so he was against her ear again. She unconsciously shuddered, glad she was still gripping into him so she didn't accidentally lose her balance as her knees were feeling weaker. She forced herself to try and get a grip. This could be completely one sided for all she know, though the displaced fabric on the front of his pants were hinting otherwise.
It was her turn.
Watching him closely, she bent down and picked up the harness that was already pooled around her jumpsuit, ready to be lifted. She invitingly held the cord around her waist, willing him to help her.
Which he did.
Silently, still watching her, he repeated his earlier movements. However, this time there was no irritating agent rushing them along. She felt Gibbs take his time and trace the edges of the harness.
As he was tightening those damn straps in between her legs again, the edge of his hand swiped along the edge of her groin and she involuntarily let out a small grown. She felt Gibbs stiffen and she nearly lost it when he whispered into her ear. "Enjoying this, are we?"
To prove his point, he stopped his hand, flattened the surface and deliberately grazed his 4 fingers along her crotch, smiling as she buckled and whimpered. Kate was not someone who whimpered if she could help it. She was usually the strong, forceful one. But submitting to Gibbs was something she didn't have a choice about.
Her eyes dropped and she saw the tent forming at the front of his pants. She smirked and reached up to him. "It looks like you're enjoying this too." His eyes widened, obviously not realising what a public display he was putting on.
She took a step forward, their bodies within an inch of each other. She put her hands on his chest and looked up at him. She felt his length pressed against her, desperate for attention.
"Maybe it's time to help you instead," she purred, dropping to her own knees.
She saw Gibbs at a loss for words as she yanked his pants down, freeing him. She felt him clutching the desk behind him, needing support. Her eyes widened as she saw the hard member in front of her. She breathed his name, watching as his cock twitched at the sound.
She gazed up at him, watching his mouth change from a hard line to a breathless O as she wrapped her hand around him and flicked her tongue out along the tip. She used her left hand to grip his thigh firmly as her right hand wrapped a round his length, squeezing firmly. She felt his knees buckle slightly and his hands came around to grasp the back of her head. His head whipped back and his eyes closed as he groaned, a deep guttural sound that reverberated around the empty room. She sucked firmly, enjoying the feeling of him squirming and hardening even more in her mouth. Her hand moved to grasp his testicles and he gasped.
She felt him put her up by her jumpsuit. He spun her around like he had on the platform, pressing her hands down onto the table behind him. He leaned in close from behind, this time nibbling her ear. She made no effort this time to hide her movements, allowing her head to turn so her neck was exposed, the skin tingling. He understood the cute and kissed a line down her neck, biting lightly just below her ear. She quivered, her juices soaking her panties. Her hands fumbled behind her, desperate to find his cock but he gripped her arms tightly and pushed her hands back onto the table, taking control once again.
His hands reached around and he mercilessly ripped the jumpsuit open, buttons scattering everywhere. He yanked it down over her arms, letting it rest at the waist. Wasting no time, he pulled her shirt off over the top of her head before settling against her back again, his mouth on her neck as her hands explored her breasts. They were desperate, roaming, squeezing, pinching. She hardened under his touch, arching into his chest with a deep moan. Her hips ground against him and he swore as the red fabric rubbed across his aching cock.
But the harness was in the way.
He initially started to work quickly, but then slowed his pace, making her yearn in frustration. She kept rotating her hips, desperate for her hands to touch her centre but he took his time undoing the outermost components of the harness first.
"Gibbs…" she breathed in frustration and he chuckled, making her gush as his breath pressed against her skin.
He slowly, oh so slowly, reached his hand between her legs, stroking the inside of her thigh, making sure he didn't touch her crotch. She swore and squirmed but he had a good grip on her and she couldn't move. But he didn't loosen the straps. Instead, he tightened them slightly, squeezing her lips together in desperation. He finally passed his hand along her, feeling her juices even through the fabric. She heard him groan as his fingers came away moist.
"You're wet for me, Katie," he whispered in her ear.
"And I could show you that if you hurried up and took the damn harness off, Gibbs," she growled back at him, desperate to be touched. Without warning, in one quick motion he pushed the straps open, dropped the harness, pressed the jumpsuit to the floor and nudged her legs open. The cool air hit her core, which was quickly replaced by Gibbs' hand. She moaned and arched back as his hand came behind her and stroked her lips before pressing onto her clit. His left hand stayed on her left breast, squeezing as his right hand snaked around the front where it could pay her clit some closer attention. The pads of his fingers were coarse but he skillfully applied the perfect pressure as he pressed down. Feeling her gush on his hands, he slipped a finger into her, catching her as she buckled under his touch. His mouth continued to capture her neck, feeling the vibrations. His cock was against her back, desperate to enter her.
"Gibbs," she moaned again, feeling him twitch desperately. How many times had she longed to be bent over (his) desk and shown who was boss?
She forced herself to move away from the warmth of his chest and bend over the desk. His hand moved to her shoulders and then wrapped around her waist, holding her in place. Her ass wiggled in the air and she spread her legs, inviting him.
"What do you want, Kate?" Gibbs asked, his voice strained with arousal. "Do you want me to fuck you? Right here?"
She whimpered, nodding furiously. "I need your cock in me, Gibbs, please!" she pleaded, desperate.
He grasped his length, sliding it along her folds, coating it in her juices. And then he was inside her.
She was tight. Very, very tight.
They both moaned, savouring the moment, feeling her walls clench around him. He inched further, burying himself deeper into her. She rocked against the desk, her breasts pressed against the wood as he began to slowly draw himself back in and out.
Moving her hips with him, she couldn't help but moan loudly. "Faster, Gibbs" she panted. "Faster and deeper." He took the cue, enjoying her commands, and slammed into her, his balls slapping against her sharply. Her legs opened even wider and his fingers dug into her hips, clinging onto her as he pounded her from behind, grunting. His hands reached around, scooped themselves under her chest and lifted her up, grasping, kneading, and squeezing as he did so. He was groaning in her ear, the sound making her gush around him. Her breaths were coming in pants as she felt herself get closer to orgasm. When he lowered one of his hands to rub her clit she lost it, her walls clenching around him as she came.
He pulled out of her and flipped her around, gratefully holding her up as he did so. For the first time he kissed her, urgently and deeply, their tongues mixing together, coffee and ice cream flavours blending. She moaned into his mouth and she felt him buck against her.
Gibbs broke the kiss and lifted her up onto the table. Spreading her legs wide, he lost no time in going to where she needed his mouth the most. Staring into her eyes, he licked one long line up her centre, making her nearly cum again right there and then. His tongue dipped and entered her, flicking in and out. He licked a line back up until his tongue was pressed on her clit and she moaned, arching her back and lifting her hips into his mouth. He held her hips and continued to devour her, licking her clit in small bursts. He brought his fingers up and dove 3 fingers straight in, twisting up so they hit her G-spot. She thrust under him, desperate as he drove his fingers in and out. His mouth moved up and bit gently on each of her nipples, making them ache for more. He rolled his tongue around them, using his left hand to squeeze them as his right hand continued to thrust in and out of her. She felt herself about to come again and he felt the familiar seizing around his fingers, turning his attention back to her clit as his tongue flicked the sensitive nub over and over again and she lost it. The juices flowed over his hand as he brought her down from her high, standing back up and licking a long line down the side of her neck.
Giving her a second to get her breath back, he rubbed his cock, desperate to enter her again. She saw him do this and crawled forward, bending down so she could take him in her mouth again. He stopped her.
"Kate," he warned. "If you do that I'll lost it in about 5 seconds."
She dutifully stopped, returning instead to kiss him, writhing her hips so his cock pressed up against her abdomen.
When they finally broke apart, she grabbed his cock and guided it to her entrance. She groaned as he entered her again, filling her up. She leaned back on the table as Gibbs slid her forward and spread her legs before slamming into her.
She arched back – his cock was sliding against her clit on every thrust and it was driving her crazy. She would lose it within 20 seconds at this rate. She was just figuring out how to distract herself when she felt herself being lifted up and carried, still filled with Gibbs' cock, over to the wall. He pressed her up against it before slamming into her again, desperate for release. She threw her head back against the wall, feeling so many pleasures at once.
Her hands were clutching onto Gibbs' shoulders for dear life and he continued to thrust in and out.
"Kate, I'm close," he groaned.
She wrapped her legs around him, making them both moan at the change of position. He was so deep now.
"Come for me, Gibbs," she commanded. "Fuck me hard and show me who's boss."
At these words he thrust faster in her, her juices coating him. She was panting, her stomach tightening, and she screamed as she came all over him. Gibb's grunted and called her name as he thrust into her one last time and lost it, emptying himself into her, his head buried in her neck. She ground down on him, milking him, rubbing her sensitive clit along his length as they remained pinned against the wall.
He slowly pulled himself out of her and placed her back down on the floor. He stroked her shoulders and down along her back as they both got their breath back. He looked at her – that deep, penetrating look.
"Well, there's a lesson I think we both needed," he chuckled softly. She playfully slapped his arm as she went to retrieve her clothing. "I could use some ice cream after that," he said, trailing off as he searched the remnants of their containers from early.
She grabbed his hand to pull him towards the elevator. "Come on, I have some back at my place."