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Tony sat in his car, thinking. It had been one week since their… encounter… in Observation. He didn’t
know what else to call it. They hadn’t talked about it, hadn’t even mentioned it. And today, after their session
with Ducky, she had disappeared before he could even get a chance to call out her name.
That session with Ducky had been interesting. Of course the coroner had made mention of how well they’d been getting
along that week and how everyone had commented on it. Naturally he’d chalked it up to his wisdom and insightfulness
in helping them straighten out their differences. Tony and Kate merely nodded, saying nothing. Tony was rather more certain
it had to do with the heated exchange of bodily fluids they’d accomplished.
He groaned as he thought of those few rushed minutes. Who knew she would react like that? That she would be so damn wild
and delicious? That he could want her so much after one quick fuck up against the wall in the office? There was just one
problem. He had no idea if she still wanted him. And this was a new problem for Tony DiNozzo.
So here he sat, in his car, outside her apartment building. Trying to decide if he should go in and talk to her, or if he
should go in and just beg to make love to her. Either way, he felt pretty damn pathetic.
Deciding that sitting in the car was for people like McGee, he got out and headed for Kate’s apartment, just as the
rain began to fall. When he discovered it was one of those buildings with a security door, he chose to call her, rather than
to push the buzzer and shout his name into the speaker.
She answered on the second ring. “Kate Todd.”
“Hey, Kate Todd, it’s Tony DiNozzo,” he said easily, a smile sliding over his face at her voice.
“I know that Tony, I have caller ID. What do you want?” Her tone was wary.
“I’m outside your building and I want to come up and talk to you, if that’s okay.”
“I don’t know…” she began but was interrupted by a crack of thunder and Tony’s voice.
“Can I at least come in and get out of the storm?”
“All right, come on up.” The door buzzed and he wasted no time climbing the stairs to her third floor apartment.
Just as he lifted his hand to knock, she opened the door. She was near enough for him to smell her perfume and he was suddenly
overwhelmed with desire for her. As she closed the door behind him he reached for her, dragging her into a kiss. Threading
one hand in her hair, he pulled her close and was gratified by her immediate and pliant response. For a moment he allowed
himself to be lost in the taste and feel of her before they slowly broke apart.
“I thought you said you wanted to talk,” she whispered shakily.
He cleared his throat. “I did. I do. I just… God, Kate!” He turned and ran and hand through his hair.
“What did you want to talk about?” She headed toward the kitchen, adding in a low voice, “As if I couldn’t
guess.”
“That’s not fair,” he said quietly, following her. “I do want to talk about what happened last week,
but I didn’t come here to…” he trailed off and shrugged.
“Then what was that kiss all about, Tony?”
“You.”
She looked surprised and he watched her flush slightly as she turned away from him to fuss with something on the stove
He moved closer to her. “Kate, what was last week to you?”
She closed her eyes and swallowed. “Fantastic,” she whispered. “As if your ego needs to hear it.”
“This isn’t about my ego, Kate. And I’m glad it was as good for you as it was for me. But I need to know
if you’re sorry it happened.”
In one swift move she pushed him against the refrigerator. This time it was her hands in his hair, her lips branding his
in a scorching kiss. When she pulled back her whispered words almost made him laugh.
“Does it feel like I’m sorry?”
“Then why didn’t you want me to come up?”
She pulled free of his arms and moved around the tiny kitchen. “I don’t think I can take this, Tony. You’re
a love ‘em and leave ‘em kind of guy. I don’t like being that kind of a girl.”
He stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. “We’ve been dancing around this attraction for nearly
two years, Katie,” he whispered. “Don’t you think it’s time we admitted that it might be more than
just a passing fling?” A flash of light and a loud crack of thunder punctuated his words and he felt Kate unconsciously
press against him. Suddenly she turned in his arms.
“Is any woman more than a passing fling to you?”
“You have been,” he said staring into her eyes. The wind picked up outside, howling, as thunder crashed again.
“Tony…”
“Turn off the stove, Kate. There are better things to be making right now than soup.” He ran a finger from the
hollow of her throat to the first button on her blouse and slowly unfastened it. When she swallowed, he tipped his head and
kissed the side of her neck, letting his teeth graze the sensitive flesh just below her ear.
“God, please,” she breathed.
“Please, what?” He cupped her breasts in his hands, stroking his thumbs across the already hard peaks.
Her head fell back in invitation even as she spoke. “Don’t do this to me.”
He paused. “Do what?”
“Make me want you, make me need you like this.” Her whisper was harsh as she clawed at his back, pressing herself
to him. She reached over and snapped off the stove and they stumbled out of the kitchen, wrapped around each other.
They paused in the living room, fingers frantically unfastening buttons, before Kate dragged him down the hall, mumbling against
his lips, “I don’t believe this is happening.”
He stopped at the door to her bedroom. “It won’t if you don’t want it to,” he told her softly, looking
down into her eyes, dark with desire.
“What is it with you, always willing to stop at the last minute? Don’t you want me?” She gripped his waist
as the words fell from her lips.
With a growl he pushed her backwards two quick steps and tumbled her to her bed. “You’d better goddamn well believe
I want you!” He shrugged out of his unbuttoned shirt and then rolled her over on top of him. When she moaned at the
feel of his arousal, he gave a low chuckle.
“And if that’s not proof enough, Sweetheart, let me assure you, I’ve been like that all week just thinking
about you. Trust me, I want you.”
His hands roamed over her upper body, pushing her blouse from her shoulders and reaching for the clasp on her bra. Seeing
her perched atop his hips, her skirt hiked up and half-naked, he was suddenly breathless. “God, Kate, you’re
so sexy like this.”
Tossing the garments aside he pulled her down to him, kissing her deeply, loving the feel of her breasts crushed against him.
His hands roamed her body as hers once again tangled in his hair and their tongues played teasing games. His fingers found
the zipper on her skirt and quickly slid it down, wanting to strip her naked. She slid off him and shimmied out of the short
black piece of cloth leaving her wearing only a skimpy pair of panties that made him even harder.
“Jesus, Kate!” he breathed hoarsely.
“So what are you going to do about it?” she purred back at him as she laid back down next to him, tracing the
bulge in his jeans.
He reached down with one hand to unfasten his belt while he growled in her ear. “I did want to make love to you nice
and slow, but I think I’m going to have to fuck you senseless first.”
She let out a little moan as her fingers found his zipper and slowly lowered it as he freed the button on his jeans. She
traced his straining erection through the thin cotton of his shorts, gaining a groan from him for her efforts.
“Little witch,” he muttered. He flipped her onto her back and knelt above her. But rather than shuck off the
rest of his clothes, he leaned down to her navel and began to tease her abdomen with kisses, dipping lower with each one until
he reached the top edge of her low-cut panties. Then, with a grin, he grabbed them with his teeth, fingers on the sides to
help, and dragged them down, enjoying the scent of her as he did so.
She lay naked before him, aroused and goddess-like and he wanted her so much it hurt. Deciding to prolong his agony, however,
he nibbled his way up her inner thigh, intoxicated by her body.
She writhed beneath him, panting, and he grinned. Finally he flicked his tongue over the heated flesh at the center of her
and yet again her hands sunk into his hair. He took his time, finding out exactly what turned her on, teasing her clit, bringing
her to the edge and holding her there until she cried out, “Tony, please!” Then he thrust two fingers in her
while he tongued her sensitive nub, making her come.
As her shuddering subsided he gave his face a quick wipe and crawled up to lay next to her. God, but he wanted her! And
he needed her to want him. Before he could utter a word, he was rewarded with her hands on his hips, pushing him flat on
the bed, tugging at his jeans.
“Want these off you,” she muttered as her fingers dug into the fabric. He lifted his hips off the bed slightly
and helped to push down the constricting clothes. He gave a small sigh of relief as he was freed from his too-tight pants
and shorts and he kicked them off as she encircled his cock with her strong hands.
“Shit, Tony, I want you inside me.” She leaned down and gave a delicate suck, nearly driving him over the edge
with her lips and tongue as she lapped up the pre-come on his tip. Then she reached over to her night table and fetched a
small foil packet from the drawer.
“I thought you were on the pill,” he said softly, taking the small square from her hands.
“I am, but you can never be too careful,” she whispered back. He tore open the package and she took the condom
from within and rolled it on him with sure, smooth strokes, make him wild with need for her.
“Jesus, Kate,” he groaned as he rolled her beneath him. She was nothing like the other women he’d always
dated. Kate was mature, sure of herself and just for a moment he worried that he wouldn’t measure up.
“I need you, I need you now, Tony.” It was all he needed to hear. This was Kate, his Kate, not some nameless
girl. Burying himself deep within her, he found it was too easy to get lost in her. As he thrust inside her, feeling her
meld with him, it suddenly occurred to him that these were the reasons he had run from this relationship before now.
Her whimpers fed his desire for her and he drove himself harder and faster as she gripped his ass. Soon there was a breathy
stream of near incoherence from her. “God, Tony… fuck… please… need you… now…”
It made him wilder for her, wanting only to please her.
“That’s right… c’mon… come with m’ now… Katie girl,” he panted. God, he was
so close! He wanted to come inside her so bad, but not before he felt her clench around him. He grit his teeth and thrust
harder, nearly losing his mind as one of her hands snaked down between them to touch herself.
Suddenly she moaned and shuddered, tightening down around him. “Oh, God, Kate,” he groaned out and came hard,
his arms wrapped around her.
He gave himself a minute to get his breathing back under control, then he gently rolled off her and discarded the condom properly
in the trashcan by her bed. But instead of his usual get-dressed-and-head-for-the-door maneuver, he rolled over and gathered
her in his arms.
“So, Kate, now what?” he asked quietly.
“You tell me,” she answered back. “I expected you to be halfway out the door by now.”
“Ordinarily I would be,” he admitted. “But you’re different. You’re not one of the girls I
date for my ego. You’re the girl I never thought I was worthy of. So what do I do now?”
She seemed to ponder this information for a moment or two before rolling half onto him with a lazy grin. “Next time
you let me be on top.”
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