Tony could smell her as soon as he entered the lab. It was more than just a little distracting, and he wondered if anyone else ever noticed. Surely McGee would know, and Gibbs, probably. Ziva, too, but did women really notice these things?

He could smell her. He knew that if he walked up behind her, slid his hand under that little plaid skirt and into her panties, she would drench his fingers. He knew that if he did that, if he got that far, she'd arch against him, exposing her throat, moaning softly. She might even beg.

He also knew that if she asked him for anything, gave even the slightest encouragement, he'd slide his fingers over her slick cunt, just brushing her clit. He'd tease her with a single finger then two. Three might be all she needed, but he'd make her wait, let it build a little, feel himself harden, pressed against her ass. She'd feel it, too, and press into him, pull away, knowing how hot she got him.

He'd walk her to the edge, hold her there, three fingers deep inside her, the heel of his hand pushing just right, just the way she'd taught him. He'd pull back, lean her over the lab table and drag her little lace panties to her knees. He would sheath himself in latex and guide his cock into her pussy, fuck her slowly with her breasts pressed against the cold metal table.

He'd make her come, crashing around him, hot and tight, struggling not to cry out. He would follow her lead, last as long as she needed, then lose himself in her.

Tony could smell her as soon as he entered the lab. It was more than a little distracting.