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nicolewoo · 4 years

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Pairing: Finn Balor X Reader / Fergal Devitt X Reader

Warnings: SMUT BDSM

I knelt at the foot of the bed, naked and ready for him, but he had other plans for me today.

“Lay on t'e bed.” He practically whispered in the silent room. I did as instructed trying to look sexy as I crawled on my back and rested my head on the pillow. He just stood by the bed looking me up and down with hunger in his eyes. I craved his touch, but he made no move toward me. He wouldn't look me in the eyes, but kept his gaze on my body as if he was taking inventory.

When he did begin to move, it wasn't to sate my hunger. Instead, he grabbed my cuffs out of the drawer and secured my left hand to the bed. Then he secured my feet to the two corners of the bed. I was immobile with the exception of my right arm.

Again, he stood just ogling me, but not providing me any relief. After another few minutes, he reached back in the drawer and grabbed a blind fold. When he placed the blindfold over my eyes, I was unable to see, but I could feel those shockingly blue eyes roaming over my naked form.

He was enjoying this torture of me. He waited minutes between each move; just allowing me to stew in my desire. The next time he moved I felt him press something into my hand. My fingers explored the object and found that it was my rabbit vibrator. He slowly ran his hand down my arm and linked his fingers with mine around the toy and then I felt it start to vibrate. He removed his hand from mine. It was another minute before I felt his breath on my neck.

His quiet, assured voice said in my ear. “Begin.” That was all he said. When I didn't move, he slapped my nipple lightly with what felt like the riding crop. “Please yurself,” He demanded “But do NOT cum.”

I raised the vibrator to my nipple and enjoyed the feel of it making my nipples harder, but Fergal was not happy. “Not t'ere.” He said as he grabbed my right hand and pushed it between my legs. “If ya make me do t'is, it's not gonna be near as fun.” I considered his words. If he did it, he COULD make me feel amazing, but with his mood, he'd probably choose to torture me by not letting me cum. It was best to do what he wanted. I adjusted the vibrator so I could feel the pulsing on my clit. Fergal's hand slid below the vibrator and he slid a finger inside me. “Good. You're wet. Slide the toy inside ya. I wanna see ya fuck yurself.”

I'd been hoping to have a slow build up to an orgasm, but he seemed impatient. I adjusted the toy and slid the long shaft inside me slowly until the vibrating part pressed against my clit. I stifled the desire to cry out, but heard Fergal moan as he watched the toy slide in. “Fuck t'e toy.” He commanded. I did as ordered and began moving the toy in and out of me. I was waiting for any further direction, but was given none. I continued to move the toy in and out until I felt my body begin to tense with pleasure. I craved the feel of the vibrating part against my clit, and I pushed the toy in until it pressed firmly against my bead. I held it there, pushing my hips up, chasing my orgasm, but Ferg reached over and turned the vibrator off. “I said not to cum.” He nearly screamed. “Continue fucking yurself, without the vibration.”

Crap! I needed to cum. I needed it more than anything else. My body bucked as I slid the toy in and out of me. Fergal's response was to push my hips into the bed to hold me still. “How are ya feelin'?” He whispered in my ear.

“So good. I need to cum, sir.” I begged.

“No!” he answered curtly. “T'is is all your fault, and yu're gonna take yur punishment like a big girl.”

He ran his free hand to my nipple and began pulling and twisting at it roughly, which sent jolts of pleasure between my legs. I came close to cumming, but pulled myself back just in time.

“Do ya know why I'm doin' t'is?” Fergal prompted.

“Yes, sir.” I answered too quickly. “I played without you.”

“Ya did. Ya played without me. Ya came without me. Why is t'at bad?” He asked.

“All of my orgasms belong to you.” I stuttered out trying to think of anything other than the pleasure the toy was bringing me.

“Yes. You belong to me. Yur pleasure belongs to me. All of it.” He stopped to suck my nipple hard before continuing. “What did I say about masterbatin'?”

“I'm only...” I gasped as his teeth wrapped around my nipple and bit down. “only allowed to masturbate when you say so.” By this point, talking was becoming harder.

“Good.” He ran his hand down to the toy and turned the vibrator on low. “Have ya learned yur lesson?” He asked as I writhed on the bed as much as I could.

“Yes!” I cried out and shook my head emphatically. “Yes sir! My body is yours. Only you can decide when I cum.”

He pulled the toy out of me, leaving me wanting, craving release. I was hoping that he'd replace the toy with his fingers, his mouth or his dick. Instead, I felt his mouth on my neck kissing gently. He kissed a path up to my mouth, finally locking his lips against mine and forcing my mouth to open for his tongue. “Good girl.” He said with his lips still against mine. “Are ya ready to cum?” His voice was dangerously seductive.

I mewled and nodded yes, unable to speak. “Promise me.” He urged.

I focused all of my attention on speaking. “I will only cum when you say, sir. I will not use toys without your permission, sir.” I quickly yelped out.

“Good girl,” He soothed as he ran his hands to my clit brushing his fingers over it softly. “I t'ink you've learned yur lesson.” He crawled between my legs and pushed deep inside me. “Fuck, babe,” He felt my walls squeezing him. “Yu're really close.” He pressed his thumb over my clit and began stroking slowly as he languidly pushed in and out of me. “You may cum now.” He whispered in my ear.

I felt relief spread through my mind at his words, but my body didn't respond. “Luv?” He asked.

“I... I... can't.” I squeaked out.

At that, he pulled out of me and crawled down to put his head between my legs. He slid two fingers inside me and started stroking my g-spot fast while he flicked his tongue over my clit. The two sensations plus the look of his blue eyes smiling up at me unraveled me quickly, and I came hard, soaking his fingers and tongue. He slowed his ministrations, handling my sensitive body gently as he brought me down from my orgasm. “Much better.” He smiled as he crawled back up my body, spreading kisses along my torso. He buried his mouth in my neck and slid his cock back inside me.

Once he was buried deep inside me, he stilled; focusing all his attention on kissing a trail from my neck to my mouth. I used my free hand to explore his back and his ass. I grabbed a handful of his ass and squeezed tight, letting my fingernails graze over the skin gently. He rewarded me with a soft moan in my mouth. His dick twitched inside me. Reaching over me, he uncuffed my arm, allowing me to explore his body with both hands. I bucked against him, but he refused to move, making me growl in frustration.

Instead of giving me relief, he pulled out of me and undid the cuffs on my ankles. “Lay on your side.” I did as he commanded, and he laid behind me, curling one arm around my hip and using the other to bend me at the waist so we were only connected from the groin down. He grabbed his cock and lined it up, slamming into me hard, hitting my g-spot perfectly. As I moaned, he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and held me tightly, using it as leverage to get me to move how he wanted.

There was no teasing, no testing, no tenderness. Instead, he rammed into me hard and fast. Each stroke hitting my g-spot, turning me into a mewling mess. “You're gonna cum wit' me.” He growled. “So hold off till I'm ready.” His hand squeezed my neck tighter using the connection to pull my body down onto his dick. I was close, but he held out, pumping into me hard. He pulled my leg up, allowing him to drive deeper into me. He rammed into me over and over as I tried to push against him at the same speed. My body was ready to go, and I feared I wouldn't be able to hold off my orgasm when I finally heard him begin to grunt with each stroke. It drove me wild hearing him lose control, and my orgasm hit me hard, my core clenching him, and he lost control with a loud feral sound.

I stilled while he randomly bucked into me time after time after time. I had never seen his orgasm last so long, and it thrilled me knowing he felt so good. After a couple of minutes, he stopped and wrapped his arms around my torso, pulling me close to him, his warm breath tickling my shoulder.

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sarahboseman · 6 years

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THE FAMILY REUNION (PART 2)

CHADWICK BOSEMAN X READER

PART 1

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“I feel the blood rushin' throughout ya body You see the scars painted over my skin I'm always numb to the topic of loving I fell in love with the subject of sin …”

A moan escapes from your mouth when you feel that song starting playing in the background through his playlist. You’ve always had a weak for this sound, it feels so fucking sexy. His hands start exploring your exposed skin in a very expert and eager way and his movements against your body seem going in sync with the sexy beats.

"I don't have to remind you, oh ohhh It's my need to confine you, oh ohhh I see your face every time I'm with somebody else Can't you see that I want you? Put your feelings behind you I don't have to remind you (don't have to remind you) Where you belong … where you belong … where you belong”

Your mind is clouded, everything seems to be blurred and Chadwick seems to have all the intention to give a certain turn to this family reunion. An entirely occasional thing, of course, because this early morning, on the plane, you didn’t think about this as an important thing on your “to do” list.

You’re not an occasional sex, but in this case you’re not complaining, he seems to have a good predisposition for making you feel comfortable, and you don’t deny that electricity spread throughout your body every time you met him and he was around you.

Even before, while you ate and drank, you rubbed your legs too many times to find some relief, and the fact that Chadwick is a touchy-feely guy, didn’t make things so easy. His gesturing, his brushing occasionally, his touching, did nothing but light your body from within.

“I'm in control, when you give me your body, yeah I feel our souls burnin' up when I'm, inside of you and I I'ma leave a mark, just to remind you, where you belong, baby Give me your all, scream as loud as you want …”

He’s so focused on kissing you, slowly, deeply, on exploring every part of your sweet mouth with his tongue, on nipping your plump lips, on sucking them, that you understand he’s got an aim and he likes to take his time, and you don’t mind on taking yours.

Your hands have crossed the line between the fabric and his skin, you slightly raised the edge of his yellow t-shirt to put them underneath and slowly stroking his abdomen and brushing his six-pack which contracts with every touch of yours.

“Take it off, don’t be shy, I know you want it”

“I’m not, rise your arms boy” you says smirking while he raises his strong, toned arms to pull his T-shirt off.

“High Vibes are gone, sorry …” you say throwing his t-shirt on the floor while you stare at him meeting his amused, complacent and pleased gaze. You love it.

“You say? ‘Cause I’ve got all the intentions to make you feel ALL my vibes just right now” he says to you while hardly grips your hips pulling you against him so strong that you can’t see where your body ends and where his begins.

Your lips collide with urgent need of tasting yourselves over and over again, Chadwick shifts his lips close your ear, licking it tracing the outline and snatching a strong groan from your mouth at the touch.

“Shhhh we don’t wanna be heard by aunties, do we? ….”

You smile and shake your head in a NO biting your finger, focusing on his whispered words in your ear, sliding then your arms under his ones to stroke his back just under his shoulder blades.

Damn, you could count each single muscle every time he makes a small movement under your hands, you could die for his perfect body…

“It's since you arrived that I was thinking about how to take you to my bedroom, well … even the other times we met I wanted to take you ... I don't know, I wanted to take you somewhere ..."

"Chadwick ... what the hell, I thought you were a good guy"

"I'm a good guy ma'am ... I'm a very good guy ... but sometimes ... well, you know, it’s good to be bad ..."

"I know ... so be it ..." you tell him licking his lips as if you were savoring your favorite lollipop, from bottom to top, and then you lick your own lips as you run your hands along his bare back.

"Holy Fuck. Come here” he suddenly flexes on his knees by sliding his hands on your thighs to get you up making you tie your beautiful legs to his slender waist. His hands slip under your toned thighs to caress your semi-covered ass by your lace lingerie.

Chad walks towards his bed without stopping to look into your eyes, the amused and eager look of someone who knows what he wants and who doesn’t intend to let it slip away. He holds you firmly against him, while you play with his hair at the nape of his neck.

"I like it ... don’t stop" he tells hissing between his teeth

"This?"

"Mmm mmm" and you intensify your caresses by sticking your fingers in his hair and pulling it to get goose bumps, exposing his neck to kiss and bite just under his jaw.

"Jesus, you feel so good ... I almost forgot …” the last sentence is almost suffocated, a talk between him and him … so much suffocated so that you have to ask him to repeat

"Nothing, don’t worry …”

Arrived at the edge of the bed, he puts his knee on the mattress and leans you on the covers, and he lies down on you, impatiently you continue to kiss and caress each other just where the hands can reach.

He swings his hips against your pelvis to create a pleasant and exciting friction, you meet him rolling yours, hooking a leg at the height of his ass to keep him anchored to your body.

He sinks his head into the hollow of your neck as he slides his hand from under your ass and then continues to caress with a steady hand over your thigh, knee, calf, ankle along the length of your leg.

"Chad" "Yes?" "Your Black Panther face on my boobs looks very beautiful, I wouldn’t offend you, but can we ..." “take it off?” "Yes please"

"Oh yes ... I'm craving to see ... to touch ... to kiss ..." He tells you lips to lips as he pinches your lower lip and then sucking it. He's sexy and sensual when he looks at you in the eye while doing every action to see your reaction. He knows what he’s doing.

Without stopping to kiss you with his tongue, he slips his hands under the edge of your shirt, slowly exposing your soft skin that reacts to every touch.

He gets up on his knees carrying you with him, you sit down and raise your arms allowing him to finally undress you.

“Good girl … let me see what we have underneath this …”

The Black Panther t-shirt is still in his hands when his eyes land on your bare chest, your nipples become stiff at the show.

"Fuck … you’re beyond perfection ..." “Do you like what you see?" "Fuck yes … I like it"

You didn’t wear a bra under your dress, so now you're almost completely naked when he takes your shirt off and he seems to appreciate what's in front of his eyes.

Your hands are resting on the side of his waist, your lips brush sweet kisses on his chest all over his reactive skin, swirling your tongue through his bare chest hair.

You move it on his right nipple while you look into his eyes and you hear him hisses between his teeth opening hi mouth but without making any sound. His expression is frowned, focused, serious.

Chadwick takes your face in his hands and kisses your lips, leverage his body and letting you lie under him again.

Another strong moan escapes from your mouth when his lips rest on your left areola and his tongue draws very slowly concentric circles until getting to lick your nipple, moisten it and bite it, while the other hand tries to give equivalent attention to your right breast .

Your first instinct is to arch your back to give him free access while you stick your fingers between his curls.

“Oh God Chad … this is … so good”

“Shhhhh babygirl, it’s just between me and you, not with my entire family” he says chuckling but with his mouth still busy with your nipples.

“It’s your fault, not mine … damn oh yes!”

“Feels good?”

“GodYes, don’t stop”

“and this? …” He asks while licking your nipple at the speed of light, slipping his tongue back and forth, while his hand goes down between your legs rubbing your pussy slightly over the lace of your underwear.

"How it feels this Y/N?” You can’t help it … another loud moan, but this time you cover your mouth with one hand to stifle your naughty cry

“You seem so wet Y/N …” “I am .. trust me” “I don’t believe it … I need to check … you know”

You look him in the eye while you know perfectly what is going to happen, you feel him move your panties and slowly slides a finger between your fold, without sinking to the bottom. The feeling is pleasant, but you’d like more when you see him tasting and wiping his finger, sucking it between his plump, beautiful, sexy lips.

"You also taste so damn good babygirl" Chad tells you back on the same level as your face, lips to lips, continuing with one hand to rub your breasts and moving his hips to still create friction, you feel he’s turn on a lot as he’d like to get rid of all his clothes as soon as possible.

You bodies movements become more pronounced and deeper, just as you try to stifle your cries within your mouths, which continue to kiss and make your tongues slip as if they were in battle.

You hear him groaning inside your ear while your hands catch his belt finally trying to loose it ... you know what you want…

“So you want this dick for real baby?” “Sure I want it … and you seem to want this pussy” “Fuck yes, I want to fuck your sweet pussy so hard. I wanna go deep inside … Do you want me to fuck you baby? “Yes, I do, I do … please”

"Y/N !!!??? Y/N ?? Are you still in there??? You’re ok???”

The loud knock on the bedroom door makes both of you jump and look towards the door, which is fortunately locked.

"Damn, it's my cousin" Chad says, still looking in the direction of the door

“Y/N ?? Is everything okay? Why did you shut the door? Your dress?"

“Do I have to answer?” You ask him in panic

"Sure ... if she asks where I am, just tell her you don’t know"

You nod and answer to his cousin “Ehmm ... yes, yes … it’s all right, sorry I was in the bathroom to finish with the dress"

"Did it come clean sweetheart?"

"Yes, uh ... but I have to finish drying it ..."

You go ahed with the explanations while Chadwick goes on to kiss your neck going down slowly to your breast.

"Chad ... please ..." You beg him in a whisper to stop just for a moment

"Open, I'll give you some help, but why did you shut the door??” She asks again forms he other side of the door.

"Ehm ..." You look at Chadwick asking for some help

"Tell her you're naked and didn’t want anyone to come in”

"I removed the dress to wash it and dry it and I'm naked ... I didn’t want anyone to come in by mistake"

"Holy shit Chad!!!!" You stifle a moan covering your mouth when you feel him blowing and kissing in the middle of your legs, over the lace of your panties.

"Shhhhh ... she can hear" "And you stop ... just a moment!” "Nope ..." he says smiling

"I don’t get scandalized to see a naked woman, I give you a hand, don’t worry, you're missing the whole party girl"

You hear him laughing between your legs "She's a little intrusive sometimes, but she’s a good girl"

"I'm …. shy ... sorry" You hear him laugh even more and then suffocating his laugh in your inner thigh.

It's funny to you too, but you try to stay as serious as possible

"Oh ... ok, no worries, then take your time, if you need something just call, ok?”

"Of course, thank you, thank you very much, I try to hurry up, almost done here”

“Okay, did you happen to see Chadwick? He disappeared, I can’t find him anywhere”

“Mmmm ... nope, I've seen him before down the stairs, then I don’t know, I didn’t get out of here”

"Okay, maybe he'll be hiding somewhere to sleep. We’re waiting for you”

"Fuck ..." you feel your heart beating wildly from the fear of being discovered in bed with Chadwick. You cover your eyes with one hand and laugh "she almost discovered us, you know it?"

"I know …” God he’s beautiful from this point of view. Chin resting on your right thigh, staring at you, and your left leg on his shoulder, his hand caressing as far as he can get.

"Maybe it's better to go down Chad"

"Maybe I think it too, unfortunately ..."

You sigh, as you watch him lie down next to you and watch you, while he caresses your stomach and one of your breast, gently squeezing it.

“It fits perfectly in my hand" he tells you as he lowers his face against yours to kiss you, without stopping to touch you.

"Y/N?? Everything good? You’re still there?" This time it's Kevin

"Shit ... YES YES! I'm coming, just two minutes" "Need some help?” "Nope, almost done, don’t worry" "Y/N ..." “Yes?”

Kevin lowers his voice, but you both can hear him very well

“Can you tell Chadwick that Mum is looking for him like a desperate, she needs some help for I don’t know what ... And don’t say you don’t know where he is because I know perfectly he's in there with you. You're an asshole man, move your damn ass and bring it downstairs, whatever you're doing ... "

You look at Chadwick who rolls his eyes with an amused and accomplice look

"We need to go" "I think so”

You get up from the bed, reach the desk to get your dress that has dried up enough, the stain fortunately has vanished.

"Let me help you" Chad tells you approaching behind you to help to lift the zip of the dress and close it, he moves your hair on your shoulder to give you a kiss and bite slightly, as if to mark you.

The butterflies in your stomach still explode at that gesture, you close your eyes and moan leaning on him.

You don’t want it all to end here, you don’t want it to end before it all starts and he seems to read your mind.

“We'll meet again, I promise. And I promise we'll finish what we've started … if you want ...”

He tells you gazing into your eyes, turning you towards him holding his hands on your hips

"Is it a promise?" You ask him in a low voice trying to use your most sensual tone.

“It's a promise"

"Can you check if it's all right and I can go out? I don’t look upset, do I?” You ask him as you put on your heels and lean on him for balance and not fall.

He fixes your hair, caressing them, giving you a kiss on the forehead

“You're beautiful, you can go, no one will notice anything ... except my brother"

"I go out first, and then you in a little while?”

He nods, but first you take a pen from his desk and write your phone number on a small piece of paper.

"Memorize it ... I care about it. I am a person who keeps my promises and I hurt if others don’t ..."

💕I decided to make a small series of this story! I hope you like it and I hope you don’t mind!!!!💕

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onekisstotakewithme · 7 years

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“Fragile” (Kibbs Week)

Hey everyone, yes I know I’m a day late for Kibbs Week day one, but I was out of the range of internet and wrote this late Saturday night after binge-watching M*A*S*H.

The prompt was “NCIS episode but with more Kibbs” and because I enjoy some good old-fashioned angst, I ended up writing a scene that takes place just after 1x10 “Left for Dead”. It can be found under the cut.

He may have told DiNozzo to clear off, to leave Kate to her own devices after the explosion, but for some reason, he still found himself following the ambulance to Bethesda.

“Who are you?” The nurse at the desk was unimpressed by the badge he shoved in her face.

“I’m here to see Agent Caitlin Todd.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m her boss.”

She eyed him. “You’re not her emergency contact, Agent…?”

“Gibbs. Leroy Jethro Gibbs.” He held up his ID again, his fingers tapping impatiently against the wood of the desk. “I told ya, I’m her boss. And I need to see her.” He sighed, watching her hesitate. “Please,” he said softly, trying to disguise his own worry with irritation. It wasn’t working, because he just remembered the look of her face, battered and beaten.

She smiled, even though he looked distraught, and nodded. “I understand. She’s on the third floor. Room 3512. We’re keeping her overnight for observation.”

“Is she okay, do y’know?” he asked, staring her down with an icy glare. Inside he was reaching the verge of panic mode, but the world knew him to be unshakeable.

“She’s just shaken. It was quite an explosion I heard.”

“Oh yeah,” he agreed. He started walking away, but turned back. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome Agent Gibbs.” As he walked away, she continued under her breath, “and please take care of her.”

He very nearly started pacing in the elevator. The explosion had shaken him, and he was a lot sturdier than Kate was. He had no doubt she was blaming herself for the incident. Though he himself didn’t want to blame her, someone had to be at fault.

Maybe it was even his fault for not discouraging her from befriending an amnesiac woman in the first place. He smiled to himself for a second, realizing that he couldn’t discourage Kate from doing anything once her mind was made up. He found it oddly endearing. The smile faded as he realized it could have gotten her killed.

The elevator doors opened, and he found himself heading down the corridor. However much he hated the notion, he was a lot more worried than he’d let on to DiNozzo. It was just worry for a colleague, he told himself, but he knew it to be a lie.

He found room 3512 easily enough, but hesitated outside. He craved a coffee, late as it was, or anything to ready himself for what he had to face inside the hospital room. But no matter how long he dithered outside, she would still be in there, likely suffering.

He was a gentleman and he wasn’t going to let her suffer alone.

He opened the door, and walked in, slowly enough so that she wouldn’t be startled. He felt like he was approaching a wounded animal, and restrained himself so that he avoided sudden movements.

She struggled to sit up when she saw who it was, but at the same time, she was trying to tug the sheets up over her form. Her face was bruised, her cuts barely scabbed over. She was a sorry sight. “Gibbs!”

“At ease, Kate,” he said, holding out a hand to stop her from getting up.

“What are you doing here?” she asked him, eyeing him nervously as he pulled a chair closer to the bed, and sat down.

“Came to keep you company. Are ya okay?”

And he knew she wasn’t okay, and he couldn’t resist his own damn impulses to come in and play the hero, because underneath the bastard exterior, he was a gentleman. Or he could pretend so anyway.

“Ha,” she said, leaning her head back against the pillow. “I should just offer my resignation now, huh?”

“What?” he asked, surprised. He’d not been expecting this.

“I screwed up, Gibbs. I screwed up and it could have gotten the whole team killed.”

“It was a mistake, Kate. Everyone makes ‘em.”

“You don’t,” she said softly, turning to look at him. He wanted quite suddenly to wrap her in his arms and protect her from the evils of the world, and knew at the same time that she wouldn’t thank him for doing so.

“Katie, I’m just as prone to mistakes as you are.” There was a lump in his throat, and he wasn’t sure how it had gotten there.

“Yeah. Right.” She laughed, a sad bitter sound from between her cracked lips. “Not the infallible Leroy Jethro Gibbs.”

“Kate,” he said firmly. She looked at him, brown eyes staring into blue, and he felt as though neither could tear themselves away for fear of losing their fragile connection. He grabbed her hand. “Yeah, you coulda died tonight. Your only crime was being too…”

“Naïve?” she supplied helpfully.

He smiled. “Too good.”

She shook her head, though it looked like it hurt, her eyes filling with tears. “That sounded like a compliment.”

“You scared the hell outta me, Katie.”

“What did you just call me?” she asked, and he saw the barest glimmer of hope in her eyes.

“I do make mistakes, Katie. Especially when it comes to feelins’.”

She was watching him closely and he couldn’t meet her eyes. “Feelings?” she asked.

It was the hardest thing he’d ever done, raising his eyes to meet hers and blurt out the truth. “Romantic feelins’.”

“Oh.” She blushed, and then wrapped her arms around herself, pulling away from him. “I thought-,”

“You thought what?”

“Pull that crap at NCIS and I won’t give you a chance to resign,” she said softly. “You meant it.”

“I did. Trust me Kate, it’s not like I asked for it… it just happened.”

“I never realized it was mutual.”

“Well, that bomb went off tonight, and it… brought me to my senses.”

She was staring at him, and then her lips curved into a hesitant smile. “Really? It knocked me senseless.”

He stared at her for a second, brow furrowed. “You must be hurt. You’re tellin’ jokes. And as for firin’ you, ya already offered your resignation once tonight. I won’t ask for it again.”

“Why are you here, Gibbs?” she asked. “Did you come to remind me that I’m human?”

“No shame in bein’ human, Katie. Some would say it’s a gift. And I came because you needed a friend tonight.”

“A friend?” she asked, eyebrows raised.

He squeezed her hand. “Maybe a little more. It won’t be easy-,”

“I didn’t ask for easy.”

“And I’m a bastard-,”

“That’s what the second B is for.”

“I’m really not gonna talk you outta this, am I?” he asked, staring at her with something that he might have called admiration.

“Never… Jethro. Now come here.” She patted the bedspread.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, and pulled her into a gentle kiss, minding the cuts and bruises on her face. And then he pulled away. “As for nearly gettin’ killed, Katie, I swear if you do somethin’ that stupid again, I won’t give you the chance to resign.”

“Because I’ll be dead,” she said with a short laugh. He looked startled so she followed it with, “Perish the thought.”

“Perish the thought,” he agreed. “You should rest, Katie.” He could see that her tenuous energy was already flagging.

“Are you going to leave?” she asked without preamble.

“No, I’m not goin’ anywhere. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

“Good.” Her eyes were sliding closed, her hand going slack in his grasp. He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.

And he settled in for his vigil by her bedside. He would be there when she woke up tomorrow morning. And they would explore their fragile new reality. Together.

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