Author's note- Sorry it took so long to finish this one. The reason I usually keep to one chapter stories is I tend to never make it around to finishing them otherwise! Hope you enjoy!
Kate woke first the next morning. And it was a good thing, too, as she found herself wrapped in Gibbs' arms. She smiled, resisting the overwhelming urge to stay there, and carefully disentangled herself from him. She grabbed her bag and slipped into the bathroom to get ready.
When she emerged fifteen minutes later, Tony was awake. She sat at the table and attempted to re-do the bandage on her arm. After watching her struggle with it for a minute, Tony walked over and gently wrapped her arm for her. She smiled at him and whispered her thanks before he headed into the bathroom. She glanced at the two men still sleeping and slipped her shoes on. Grabbing her wallet and one of the key cards, she quietly left the room.
Gibbs woke moments after she had left. He glanced around the room, noticing Tony and Kate both missing. Hearing running water in the bathroom, he knew one of them was in there. He yawned and stretched, humming lightly to himself as he remembered how Kate had felt last night in his arms. He glanced up as the bathroom door opened.
"Tony, where's Kate?"
"She was here a few minutes ago, boss. I hope she went for coffee!" Tony replied, as he dug thru the clothes in his bag. Gibbs watched him a moment before going to take his turn in the bathroom.
By the time they were all awake and ready to go, Kate still had not returned. Gibbs pulled out his cell phone, but before he could hit the speed dial the door opened and Kate came in, arms laden with coffee and brown paper bags.
"Breakfast is served boys!" She smiled, and sat everything down on the table. She pulled one cup of coffee out from the rest and handed it to Gibbs. "Just as you like it, boss," she said, her eyes twinkling at him.
"Thanks, Kate," he said, letting his fingers brush hers as he took the cup. He quickly moved to the side as a very hungry Tony and Tim dove past him for the offerings. Kate chuckled and snatched a breakfast sandwich from a bag before settling on the edge of the bed to eat it.
Hours later, they waited at the baggage claim in D.C. Once they had their luggage, they headed out. Gibbs had picked them all up for the trip, so they piled into the car for the drive home. Kate quickly claimed the passenger seat, leaving both boys grumbling as they climbed into the back.
As luck would have it, Tim's house was the closest to the airport, followed by Tony's. Once they dropped off Tony, Gibbs drove two blocks down and pulled over. Before Kate could ask why, he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her towards him for a searing kiss. She whimpered softly when he pulled away.
"You're coming to my place," he said quietly as he pulled back out into traffic. Kate offered no objection, still catching her breath from the kiss.
Thirty minutes later they pulled into his driveway, having stopped for Chinese on the way. Gibbs gathered their bags from the trunk and led her inside. She placed the take out containers on the table while he deposited her bags just inside the living room.
"Gonna take a shower, be back in ten," he said, carrying his bags upstairs.
Kate dug out plates and silverware while waiting. True to his word, he was back in ten minutes, clean from a shower and wearing jeans and an old Marine Corp. t-shirt. She was getting two beers from the fridge when he walked in. As she shut the door, he pinned her to it, kissing her once again.
"Keep that up and we won't be eating dinner," she murmured once he pulled away. He chuckled and took one of the beers from her hands. They ate in relative silence. Soon as they were done, Kate gathered up the leftovers and placed them in the fridge while Gibbs put the dishes in the dishwasher.
"Would it be ok if I used your shower, Gibbs?"
"Of course," he answered. He led her upstairs and got her a towel and washcloth. "I'll be in the basement when you're done," he told her. She nodded and he left her.
Twenty minutes passed as Gibbs sanded his boat, losing himself in the simple process. He heard the steps creak as she descended. Looking up he saw she had snatched one of his shirts from somewhere. The old, worn, NCIS shirt hung nearly to her knees. And, he decided, she looked incredibly sexy in it.
"That's my shirt," he said simply as she crossed the sawdust covered floor on bare feet.
"Mmm, yes it is," she replied, coming to stand close to him.
He dropped the sandpaper and grabbed her instead, pressing her against the wooden frame. Her back arched as she leaned back against the curve of the boat. He nearly moaned at the sight.
"Gonna need my shirt back," he said gruffly, sliding his hands up under the edges of the shirt.
"So take it," she purred.
"Oh fuck, Katie," he moaned as his hands travelled up under the shirt and found nothing but bare skin. She laughed, delighted in surprising him.
Moments later both of his shirts were draped over a nearby sawhorse, and his lips were on her neck. She gasped as his teeth nipped lightly at the delicate skin just above her shoulder. He travelled downward, lips, tongue and teeth exploring her skin. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently before switching to the other nipple. She moaned, and twitched when his fingers replaced his mouth as he kept his downward path. She giggled lightly when his tongue drew a lazy circle around her navel. The giggle turned to a gasp when his teeth found her hip. He moved his hands to her thighs, rubbing his fingers up and down over her silky skin.
"Gibbs," she gasped as his tongue licked a path from her hip down the crease between her groin and her thigh.
He could smell her desire, and it was driving him insane. He paused just long enough to slip out of his pants and boxers, freeing his aching cock from the uncomfortable tightness. And then he was back, kneeling in front of her, his hands parting her thighs. As his tongue flickered out around the edges of her pussy, he raised his eyes to look at her and groaned. She had her arms stretched up above her head, leaning back against the boat, her body arched against the shape of the wood. He had to force his gaze away to keep control.
He swiped the tip of his tongue once over her clit, hearing her gasp of pleasure in response. He grinned, and latched onto her clit, sucking gently.
"Gibbs!" she moaned, her hands twining into his hair as his tongue licked circles around her clit. He slid a hand between her legs, fingertips brushing lightly over her entrance. He assaulted her clit in full force as he slipped a finger into her tight pussy. She made wordless noises that had his cock throbbing. He curled his fingers, searching out her g-spot as his tongue teased her clit harder. She cried out when he found it. Her body trembled and fluttered around his fingers. He set a determined rhythm.
His basement wasn't soundproof, but it was damn close enough. He wanted to hear her scream.
He was not disappointed moments later when his actions brought her. "Fuck, Gibbs. God yes, please, yes!" She cried out above him as she began to cum. He pressed harder against her g-spot and clit, and was rewarded with a wordless scream of pleasure. He brought her down slowly, licking her clit and pussy gently as her orgasm wore down. When he stopped and looked up, her eyes were closed and she was panting lightly. He stood and kissed her. She returned the kiss hungrily, licking her own juices off his lips. He moaned.
Her hand reached down and wrapped around his cock. She stroked him gently.
"Fuck me, Gibbs. Please, please, fuck me," she whispered into his ear. His cock jumped in her hand, answering that request without words. He grabbed her hips, lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and guided his cock to her entrance. He held there for a moment. "Please," she moaned. He answered by thrusting forward, burying himself in her in one swift thrust. She screamed out her pleasure as he moaned against her neck.
He had intended to keep it slow at first. But she was so tight and wet and demanding around him that he couldn't control himself. He thrust hard and fast into her. She whimpered and made more of those noises that drove him crazy. He slipped one hand between them, brushing his thumb over her clit and she tightened more around him.
"Come on Katie, cum for me again, please baby," he pleaded, watching her face as his thumb moved faster over her clit.
"Oh god yes, right there," she moaned. He thrust harder, biting his lip in an effort to hold out until she came again.
"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum… fuck!" She yelled as her orgasm exploded over her. Her pussy pulsed around his cock and he couldn't hold back any longer. He thrust one more time, burying himself deep inside her as he came.
"Katie, oh god, yes," he cried out as he shot hot liquid into her.
They held that position for several moments after they came, despite his weakening legs. She looked up at him as she lay against the boat. Her fingers reached up, tracing along the side of his jaw. His eyes met hers, holding them briefly. Finally, he pulled out of her, hearing her soft whimper at the loss, and sat her on her feet. She wobbled unsteadily for a moment. He gathered their clothes and pushed her gently up the stairs and to his bedroom.
She crawled, naked, into his bed, looking up at him with sated eyes. He bent over and kissed her deeply before sliding in behind her. He wrapped his arms around her, and, content, they drifted off to sleep.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Third and final chapter.