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ncisficathonTitle: Dusk
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neotantrika
Written for:gemmi999
Fandom: NCIS
Prompt: Kate fic--told from her POV -- re: "don't ask, don't tell"
Archive: Do not archive.
Genre: Het
Pairings: Kate/Tony
Rating: PG-13 (part 1) and MA (part 2) for explicit sex
Disclaimer: These characters are the property of Belisarius Productions and CBS. No property right infringement is intended.
Word Count: 5512
Summary: Takes place after "SWAK", the second season episode, and before "Twilight". Caitlin Todd drives Tony home and his thank you is a little warmer than planned. There are two parts to this story; the first is PG-13 and the second is ... not.
Part 1 is here.
He read her mind, and to her surprise, scooped her up easily in his arms. She gasped, breaking the kiss. "Tony!"
"I can make it as far as the bedroom," he said confidently. His voice was low, intimate. "You may have to take it from there."
This is not a good idea, part of her was saying, at the same time another part of her was saying At last! It was only a few steps to his bedroom door, so she had no time to sort them out before he was setting her on her feet. Nervously, she glanced around. So neat, she thought. Not what she'd expected. Huge bed, of course, with a black silk coverlet strewn with silver pillows. A soft silver-grey carpet over the hardwood floor, closed sliding closet doors, bedside table with reading lamp and three books. "What?" she said as lightly as she could. "No ceiling mirrors?"
He refused to rise to the bait, his eyes on her solemn and clear. "I sleep alone, Kate."
She glanced up at him, surprised. "But--"
He smiled sardonically. "I visit a lot of women, but this...this is mine. I ... I don't invite people to spend the night."
She pulled away, suddenly feeling chilled. That's all he wanted? A quick slam-bam, and show her the door. Not likely. "I think I'd better--"
He caught her hands. "Kate. I didn't mean you. You can stay as long as you like. Please stay. Please." That last word was whispered into her hair.
I must be losing my mind, she thought. But her feet followed his to the edge of the bed, and then he was sitting, lying back, pulling her down to lie on his chest, and her face was between his hands and his mouth was on hers.
He broke the kiss, pulling back and looking at her. "I'm tasting ... salt?" He put a finger to her cheek and it came away wet. "Kate?"
Belatedly, she realized she had tears on her cheeks. She dashed her hands against them, embarrassed. "Wow. Where did that come from?" But she already knew. I almost lost him.
He drew her down again, and softly kissed one cheek, then another. Her hands rested on his chest, feeling his strong heart beating under her palms, the warmth of his skin, and the tickle of his chest hair. She took a deep breath, inhaling him. Okay, she thought. Admit it, you've been curious about him all along. Now we'll find out just how good Tony DiNozzo really is. And another part of her knew this bravado was only her excuse for doing something she wanted to do anyway, for a reason she would not admit to herself.
She felt fingers on her shirt and looked down. "Not sure I can do these," Tony said distractedly. "Not a lot of light in here."
She pushed his fingers aside. "Like you can't undress a woman blindfolded," she said, with a low laugh.
"Most women, maybe," he said softly. "Not you."
Her fingers finished with the buttons, and his hands slid into the open shirt, cupping her breasts. "What do you mean?" she said.
"You talk too much," he said huskily. And kissed her hard
.
Her fingers slid up to tangle in his hair, and his fingers slid up under her brassiere to find her nipples, and she heard herself moan into his mouth. She shrugged out of her blouse, he slid his hands around to expertly unhook her bra, and then she was naked from the waist up and his hands were everywhere.
Let it happen, she thought. Let it happen. For once.
Breathing hard, she straddled him, her hands in his hair and her mouth on his. His hands caressed her sides, teased her nipples, slid up to stroke her shoulders, her arms, everything he could reach. He was in no hurry, and his hands told her his delight as clearly as the hardness she felt under her, under the striped silk of his pajama pants. She leaned down, felt her hard nipples sweep across the hair of his chest, and felt the spike of pleasure go through her. She moaned again, and he chuckled softly.
"I like that sound," he said into her ear. "Do it again." His fingers pinched a nipple lightly, and she giggled and moaned at the same time, and felt his stomach heaving under her with his silent laughter. "That's a new one."
She thrust her tongue into his ear and grinned as he arched up under her with a slight hiss. "Oh, he likes that, does he?" she murmured. She drew her tongue down his neck to the hollow under his chin. He lay with his eyes closed, savoring it. "And likes that, too?"
He made a sound very similar to a purr, and she drew her tongue up the other side of his neck. He smiled and she closed her teeth gently on his earlobe. "Oh, I like that," he sighed. "Now let's see what else Kate likes." He started to roll her over, but she pressed down on his upper arms, pinning him to the bed.
"Oh, I don't think so," she said, grinning at his surprised look. "You know I have a black belt, Tony. I can hold you down like this all day."
His smile was lazy and self-satisfied. "Promise?" And then he twisted his hips suddenly, throwing her sideways, and rolled on top of her.
His smile faded, and his look grew more serious, and Kate felt her heart slow from its wild beating to a slow, measured thud, a deep throb that went all through her, beating along muscle and bone, saying this is serious this is serious.
Without words, their mouths met. Their hands, and then their fingers, were busy, working surely and quickly, until her skirt hit the floor next to his pajama bottoms and she felt his hands sliding under her panties even as his lips slid along her neck. Then he was skimming them down her legs, leaving her bare against his bare skin, the two of them hot and fevered on the big black coverlet of the bed.
His mouth was everywhere, hurried, frantic. She was surprised, she had expected the slow tease of seduction, not this ... passion. She felt her own passion rising to meet his, a feeling made up of lust, longing, pity, fear, comfort...and something else. Something very new and tender and intimate, that grew stronger as his embrace grew more heated. She felt his erection hard against her thigh and shifted, giving him access.
His breath was hot in her ear. "Kate...I need to..."
She put her finger on his lips (he sucked it into his mouth she shivered). "Tony, I've seen your medical records from kindergarten to this Tuesday. You don't have any diseases I'm afraid of."
He smiled and kissed her. When he pulled back, he rocked his hips against her very gently. Without a word, she spread her thighs, looking into his eyes as he slid slowly into her. She saw his eyes lose focus, then his head dropped into the hollow of her neck and he moaned.
"Tony..." she whispered, and locked her legs around his. I almost lost this man. She turned her face to meet his and his mouth found hers. He rocked into her, a gentle but persistent rhythm. His skin was hot under her hands--fever? Or passion? She didn't care. "Tony," she whispered again. "Yes."
"Yes," he whispered back.
"Yes!" she said as he surged harder into her.
"Yes!" he nearly shouted in her ear. He propped himself on one arm, slid the other around her waist, slid it down to cup her buttocks and hold her hard against him. His eyes almost glowed. "Yes, Kate, oh yes." He slid into her, strong. "Yes." Again. "Yes."
She lifted her knees, grasping him, holding him, arching back against him as the rhythm built in her, unlocking something deep inside her. "Yes," she said. "Yes!"
The tension built into a hot, tight moment where she was poised on the edge. Then his mouth came down on hers, full of passion and intensity and pure Tony, and he surged into her with a long, slow thrust. Then she was unfolding and coming apart in the most delicious way, shuddering and trembling in his arms. And just as she began to come to herself, she heard him gasp, and felt him go hot all over in her arms, and with one or two strong thrusts he was done and subsiding into her arms as limp as a sleeping child.
A streetlight flickered on outside the house; Kate saw its light on the ceiling above the bed, reflecting through the kitchen window and the open door of the bedroom. Almost twilight, she thought. Some part of her said it was getting late but most of her didn't want to move. She felt warm and sleepy and relaxed, as she hadn't felt in days, weeks maybe. All the days of worrying about Tony, the fear of death or disfigurement, the horror stories about plague she'd heard--all of those dark thoughts dissolved in her as she lay in Tony's arms, his head on the pillow beside her, eyes closed.
He smiled, still with his eyes closed. "Sorry, I don't have any cigarettes, my dear," he said smugly.
She grinned. "What makes you think I need one?"
"Experience."
"Oh, you--" she laughed, and punched his arm, and he rolled off of her with a smirk.
"Confess, Kate. That was the best you've ever had," said Tony.
Insufferable, thought Kate. Insufferable...and endearing. "That was the best I ever had--" she said solemnly.
Tony grinned.
"--From a nearly dead man," she finished.
His eyes flew open, and his mouth made an O of surprise. She kissed him and his mouth laughed under hers and his arm went around her. She put her face against his chest to hear his heartbeat. He put his chin on her hair. "Kate," he sighed. "We should have done this long ago."
"You know, the only reason I joined NCIS was because I lost my last job," she said. "Remember why I lost that job? Because I got involved with a co-worker. Against the rules."
"Gibbs doesn't have any rules like that. It would make him a hell of a hypocrite."
She pressed her face into his chest hair. "But he'll know. As soon as he sees us, he'll know."
Tony pulled back and looked down at her. "You really care that much?"
"Yes, I do."
He rolled away, up to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. "It's that bad to be hooked up with me, huh?" His voice held an edge.
She rose up to a sitting position, and ran her hand down his naked back. "It's not about you, Tony. I ... I wasn't expecting this. I need some time. Unless ..."
He turned to look at her, his blue eyes shadowed and vulnerable. "Unless?"
"Unless this is ... " She cleared her throat uncomfortably. "You know, just a one-time thing."
She had barely gotten the words out before his mouth was on hers and he was bearing her down to the bed under him. He kissed her fiercely, deeply, stormily. When he tore his mouth away, he fastened it on her jawline, her ear, her neck, her breast. And when she was completely breathless, he stopped and looked down at her. "One-time thing? Caitlin Todd, once a day would not be enough for me. Not with you."
She held her breath. Could he be saying what she thought he was saying? She felt her cheeks going hot. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God...
He kissed her slowly, then released her and sat up. She sat beside him on the bed, looking at their bare feet side by side. Slowly her hand stole into his and their fingers threaded together. She felt like she'd entered a new world. Tony was ... not what she'd expected. And she was feeling things she had not expected. Far from being get-it-out-of-her-system sex, this had become something else, something deeper and warmer and far, far more dangerous than she'd expected.
Tony yawned hugely, and gave her an apologetic look. "Woman, you're killing me," he said in some vague fake-movie accent. "First you feed me, then you seduce me--"
"I! What, no, you--"
"Then you talk constantly," he finished, grinning. "I need my sleep." He lay back on the bed, but held onto her hand. "Sleep with me."
Those three words almost pulled her over the edge--so simple, so profound. But Kate shook her head and got to her feet. "I ... This has been ... " She stopped, seeing the stricken look on his face. "I need some time, Tony," she said quietly.
He released her hand, but smiled. "Of course."
She picked up her underwear and began dressing. "I ... I'm glad this ... happened. But I need to think about ... a lot of things. I don't want anyone at NCIS to know about ... this."
"I don't kiss and tell, Kate."
"The hell you don't! I remember...oh." She caught the amused look in his eye and relaxed. "I don't either," she said. "Think we can fool Gibbs for more than ten minutes?"
"Gibbs? Sure. It's Proby I'm worried about," Tony sighed. "He's smarter than he looks."
Fully dressed now, Kate leaned over and put a hand on his forehead. "You okay? You just complimented Tim McGee."
He caught her hand and pressed a kiss into her palm. "I'll be very discreet," he promised.
She saw he was sleepy, saw the lines in his face and the bags under his eyes. She kissed him softly on the forehead. "Go to sleep, Tony," she said. "Let's take our time, take things slow, okay? Nobody has to know about this."
"Sure," he said sleepily, his eyes closing already. "We have all the time in the world."
Author:
neotantrikaWritten for:
gemmi999Fandom: NCIS
Prompt: Kate fic--told from her POV -- re: "don't ask, don't tell"
Archive: Do not archive.
Genre: Het
Pairings: Kate/Tony
Rating: PG-13 (part 1) and MA (part 2) for explicit sex
Disclaimer: These characters are the property of Belisarius Productions and CBS. No property right infringement is intended.
Word Count: 5512
Summary: Takes place after "SWAK", the second season episode, and before "Twilight". Caitlin Todd drives Tony home and his thank you is a little warmer than planned. There are two parts to this story; the first is PG-13 and the second is ... not.
Part 1 is here.
He read her mind, and to her surprise, scooped her up easily in his arms. She gasped, breaking the kiss. "Tony!"
"I can make it as far as the bedroom," he said confidently. His voice was low, intimate. "You may have to take it from there."
This is not a good idea, part of her was saying, at the same time another part of her was saying At last! It was only a few steps to his bedroom door, so she had no time to sort them out before he was setting her on her feet. Nervously, she glanced around. So neat, she thought. Not what she'd expected. Huge bed, of course, with a black silk coverlet strewn with silver pillows. A soft silver-grey carpet over the hardwood floor, closed sliding closet doors, bedside table with reading lamp and three books. "What?" she said as lightly as she could. "No ceiling mirrors?"
He refused to rise to the bait, his eyes on her solemn and clear. "I sleep alone, Kate."
She glanced up at him, surprised. "But--"
He smiled sardonically. "I visit a lot of women, but this...this is mine. I ... I don't invite people to spend the night."
She pulled away, suddenly feeling chilled. That's all he wanted? A quick slam-bam, and show her the door. Not likely. "I think I'd better--"
He caught her hands. "Kate. I didn't mean you. You can stay as long as you like. Please stay. Please." That last word was whispered into her hair.
I must be losing my mind, she thought. But her feet followed his to the edge of the bed, and then he was sitting, lying back, pulling her down to lie on his chest, and her face was between his hands and his mouth was on hers.
He broke the kiss, pulling back and looking at her. "I'm tasting ... salt?" He put a finger to her cheek and it came away wet. "Kate?"
Belatedly, she realized she had tears on her cheeks. She dashed her hands against them, embarrassed. "Wow. Where did that come from?" But she already knew. I almost lost him.
He drew her down again, and softly kissed one cheek, then another. Her hands rested on his chest, feeling his strong heart beating under her palms, the warmth of his skin, and the tickle of his chest hair. She took a deep breath, inhaling him. Okay, she thought. Admit it, you've been curious about him all along. Now we'll find out just how good Tony DiNozzo really is. And another part of her knew this bravado was only her excuse for doing something she wanted to do anyway, for a reason she would not admit to herself.
She felt fingers on her shirt and looked down. "Not sure I can do these," Tony said distractedly. "Not a lot of light in here."
She pushed his fingers aside. "Like you can't undress a woman blindfolded," she said, with a low laugh.
"Most women, maybe," he said softly. "Not you."
Her fingers finished with the buttons, and his hands slid into the open shirt, cupping her breasts. "What do you mean?" she said.
"You talk too much," he said huskily. And kissed her hard
.
Her fingers slid up to tangle in his hair, and his fingers slid up under her brassiere to find her nipples, and she heard herself moan into his mouth. She shrugged out of her blouse, he slid his hands around to expertly unhook her bra, and then she was naked from the waist up and his hands were everywhere.
Let it happen, she thought. Let it happen. For once.
Breathing hard, she straddled him, her hands in his hair and her mouth on his. His hands caressed her sides, teased her nipples, slid up to stroke her shoulders, her arms, everything he could reach. He was in no hurry, and his hands told her his delight as clearly as the hardness she felt under her, under the striped silk of his pajama pants. She leaned down, felt her hard nipples sweep across the hair of his chest, and felt the spike of pleasure go through her. She moaned again, and he chuckled softly.
"I like that sound," he said into her ear. "Do it again." His fingers pinched a nipple lightly, and she giggled and moaned at the same time, and felt his stomach heaving under her with his silent laughter. "That's a new one."
She thrust her tongue into his ear and grinned as he arched up under her with a slight hiss. "Oh, he likes that, does he?" she murmured. She drew her tongue down his neck to the hollow under his chin. He lay with his eyes closed, savoring it. "And likes that, too?"
He made a sound very similar to a purr, and she drew her tongue up the other side of his neck. He smiled and she closed her teeth gently on his earlobe. "Oh, I like that," he sighed. "Now let's see what else Kate likes." He started to roll her over, but she pressed down on his upper arms, pinning him to the bed.
"Oh, I don't think so," she said, grinning at his surprised look. "You know I have a black belt, Tony. I can hold you down like this all day."
His smile was lazy and self-satisfied. "Promise?" And then he twisted his hips suddenly, throwing her sideways, and rolled on top of her.
His smile faded, and his look grew more serious, and Kate felt her heart slow from its wild beating to a slow, measured thud, a deep throb that went all through her, beating along muscle and bone, saying this is serious this is serious.
Without words, their mouths met. Their hands, and then their fingers, were busy, working surely and quickly, until her skirt hit the floor next to his pajama bottoms and she felt his hands sliding under her panties even as his lips slid along her neck. Then he was skimming them down her legs, leaving her bare against his bare skin, the two of them hot and fevered on the big black coverlet of the bed.
His mouth was everywhere, hurried, frantic. She was surprised, she had expected the slow tease of seduction, not this ... passion. She felt her own passion rising to meet his, a feeling made up of lust, longing, pity, fear, comfort...and something else. Something very new and tender and intimate, that grew stronger as his embrace grew more heated. She felt his erection hard against her thigh and shifted, giving him access.
His breath was hot in her ear. "Kate...I need to..."
She put her finger on his lips (he sucked it into his mouth she shivered). "Tony, I've seen your medical records from kindergarten to this Tuesday. You don't have any diseases I'm afraid of."
He smiled and kissed her. When he pulled back, he rocked his hips against her very gently. Without a word, she spread her thighs, looking into his eyes as he slid slowly into her. She saw his eyes lose focus, then his head dropped into the hollow of her neck and he moaned.
"Tony..." she whispered, and locked her legs around his. I almost lost this man. She turned her face to meet his and his mouth found hers. He rocked into her, a gentle but persistent rhythm. His skin was hot under her hands--fever? Or passion? She didn't care. "Tony," she whispered again. "Yes."
"Yes," he whispered back.
"Yes!" she said as he surged harder into her.
"Yes!" he nearly shouted in her ear. He propped himself on one arm, slid the other around her waist, slid it down to cup her buttocks and hold her hard against him. His eyes almost glowed. "Yes, Kate, oh yes." He slid into her, strong. "Yes." Again. "Yes."
She lifted her knees, grasping him, holding him, arching back against him as the rhythm built in her, unlocking something deep inside her. "Yes," she said. "Yes!"
The tension built into a hot, tight moment where she was poised on the edge. Then his mouth came down on hers, full of passion and intensity and pure Tony, and he surged into her with a long, slow thrust. Then she was unfolding and coming apart in the most delicious way, shuddering and trembling in his arms. And just as she began to come to herself, she heard him gasp, and felt him go hot all over in her arms, and with one or two strong thrusts he was done and subsiding into her arms as limp as a sleeping child.
A streetlight flickered on outside the house; Kate saw its light on the ceiling above the bed, reflecting through the kitchen window and the open door of the bedroom. Almost twilight, she thought. Some part of her said it was getting late but most of her didn't want to move. She felt warm and sleepy and relaxed, as she hadn't felt in days, weeks maybe. All the days of worrying about Tony, the fear of death or disfigurement, the horror stories about plague she'd heard--all of those dark thoughts dissolved in her as she lay in Tony's arms, his head on the pillow beside her, eyes closed.
He smiled, still with his eyes closed. "Sorry, I don't have any cigarettes, my dear," he said smugly.
She grinned. "What makes you think I need one?"
"Experience."
"Oh, you--" she laughed, and punched his arm, and he rolled off of her with a smirk.
"Confess, Kate. That was the best you've ever had," said Tony.
Insufferable, thought Kate. Insufferable...and endearing. "That was the best I ever had--" she said solemnly.
Tony grinned.
"--From a nearly dead man," she finished.
His eyes flew open, and his mouth made an O of surprise. She kissed him and his mouth laughed under hers and his arm went around her. She put her face against his chest to hear his heartbeat. He put his chin on her hair. "Kate," he sighed. "We should have done this long ago."
"You know, the only reason I joined NCIS was because I lost my last job," she said. "Remember why I lost that job? Because I got involved with a co-worker. Against the rules."
"Gibbs doesn't have any rules like that. It would make him a hell of a hypocrite."
She pressed her face into his chest hair. "But he'll know. As soon as he sees us, he'll know."
Tony pulled back and looked down at her. "You really care that much?"
"Yes, I do."
He rolled away, up to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. "It's that bad to be hooked up with me, huh?" His voice held an edge.
She rose up to a sitting position, and ran her hand down his naked back. "It's not about you, Tony. I ... I wasn't expecting this. I need some time. Unless ..."
He turned to look at her, his blue eyes shadowed and vulnerable. "Unless?"
"Unless this is ... " She cleared her throat uncomfortably. "You know, just a one-time thing."
She had barely gotten the words out before his mouth was on hers and he was bearing her down to the bed under him. He kissed her fiercely, deeply, stormily. When he tore his mouth away, he fastened it on her jawline, her ear, her neck, her breast. And when she was completely breathless, he stopped and looked down at her. "One-time thing? Caitlin Todd, once a day would not be enough for me. Not with you."
She held her breath. Could he be saying what she thought he was saying? She felt her cheeks going hot. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God...
He kissed her slowly, then released her and sat up. She sat beside him on the bed, looking at their bare feet side by side. Slowly her hand stole into his and their fingers threaded together. She felt like she'd entered a new world. Tony was ... not what she'd expected. And she was feeling things she had not expected. Far from being get-it-out-of-her-system sex, this had become something else, something deeper and warmer and far, far more dangerous than she'd expected.
Tony yawned hugely, and gave her an apologetic look. "Woman, you're killing me," he said in some vague fake-movie accent. "First you feed me, then you seduce me--"
"I! What, no, you--"
"Then you talk constantly," he finished, grinning. "I need my sleep." He lay back on the bed, but held onto her hand. "Sleep with me."
Those three words almost pulled her over the edge--so simple, so profound. But Kate shook her head and got to her feet. "I ... This has been ... " She stopped, seeing the stricken look on his face. "I need some time, Tony," she said quietly.
He released her hand, but smiled. "Of course."
She picked up her underwear and began dressing. "I ... I'm glad this ... happened. But I need to think about ... a lot of things. I don't want anyone at NCIS to know about ... this."
"I don't kiss and tell, Kate."
"The hell you don't! I remember...oh." She caught the amused look in his eye and relaxed. "I don't either," she said. "Think we can fool Gibbs for more than ten minutes?"
"Gibbs? Sure. It's Proby I'm worried about," Tony sighed. "He's smarter than he looks."
Fully dressed now, Kate leaned over and put a hand on his forehead. "You okay? You just complimented Tim McGee."
He caught her hand and pressed a kiss into her palm. "I'll be very discreet," he promised.
She saw he was sleepy, saw the lines in his face and the bags under his eyes. She kissed him softly on the forehead. "Go to sleep, Tony," she said. "Let's take our time, take things slow, okay? Nobody has to know about this."
"Sure," he said sleepily, his eyes closing already. "We have all the time in the world."
THE END
