Category: PWP, Angst
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: This little piece was inspired by kerlin's "Angel of the Morning". Please don't kill me.
She twisted the key in the lock and shoved the door open. The feel of his hands on her hips burned into her skin, even through her layers of clothing. She yanked the key out of the lock and slammed the door behind them. He whirled her around. His lips descended on hers. She whimpered low in her throat. She dropped her belongings, not caring where they fell. Her hands wandered to the front of his shirt. She fumbled with the buttons as his lips trailed down her neck. Impatiently, she began to move backwards, toward the door to her bedroom.
Later, she would blame it on the alcohol. Later, she would realize that it was a mistake. Later, she would see it was inevitable--if inadvisable.
Now, she didn't care. It had been too long. She tore herself away from him for a fleeting moment, just long enough to pull her dress over her head. He grinned at her, that winning smile that had probably gotten him into the bedrooms of hundreds of women. She pushed the thought out of her head as she pushed him down onto the mattress.
She straddled his thighs and pressed her lips to his throat. She smiled at his groan of pleasure. She felt a rush of power as she nuzzled and licked her way down his chest. Both their breathing came faster. He wrapped his fingers through her hair as she brought her fingers to the zipper of his jeans. She pulled it down gently, then helped him out of the confining denim. He grinned again and flipped her over, pinning her to the crisp blue sheets.
She writhed beneath him as he began the same sweet torture she had submitted him to. He unhooked her bra single-handedly--she wondered how much he had practiced that move. His tongue curled around her nipple, and she whimpered at the wet heat. She ran her fingers through his hair, trying to push him lower, lower to where she needed him most.
He denied her the contact, and she growled impatiently. She glared at him, and he smirked triumphantly. He snaked one finger through her wet curls, eyes asking her what she wanted. She shifted her hips slightly, and his finger brushed against that sensitive spot. Her breath caught in her throat. He tormented her like that until she was mindless with pleasure.
He moved up, kneeling above her. She reached out and opened the nightstand. Groping blindly, she finally grabbed a wrapper. She handed it to him. He tore it open and rolled the condom onto his erection.
He pressed himself into her. They both sighed. She shifted her hips slightly. When he was sure she was comfortable, he started to move.
She lost herself in the sensations. She squeezed her eyes closed. She knew it was wrong, but she imagined another man. A man with silvery gray hair and icy blue eyes. A man who smelled like soap and sawdust. A man who was off-limits to her in every way but her dreams.
She opened her eyes. His eyes were shut as well. His breath caught. He shuddered with his climax. As he came, he mouthed a woman's name. It was not her own.
She was not surprised, nor could she be upset. She arched her back as she felt her own orgasm wash over her. She closed her eyes and imagined the other man. She whispered his name.
He lay on top of her, waiting for their breathing to slow. He slid out of her. He rolled the condom off. Tying it, he tossed it into the trashcan.
Green eyes met brown. Each smiled self-deprecatingly. She shook her head and sighed. He stood and dressed.
"So... Gibbs?" he said, buttoning his shirt. There were a few buttons missing.
"Abby?" she replied, raising an eyebrow.
He smiled ruefully. "Looks like we're in the same boat," Tony said.
"I guess so," Kate agreed. They stared at each other awkwardly.
"Well... I guess I'll go now," he said. Kate nodded silently.
"Tony," she said before he walked out the door. She pulled the sheet up, covering her naked body.
"Yeah?" He turned around, looking at her curiously.
The corners of his lips turned up in a smile. "No regrets." He left without saying anything more.