Title: Euphemisms.
Author: Ky (venom69)
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: Mature People
Summary: "If you know what my answer is, why did you ask?"
Character/Pairing: Kate/Gibbs
Spoilers: Kate didn't die in my little world.
Warnings: sex, language.
Author’s Notes: Song belongs to Savage Garden. Written for bowserbabe
Disclaimer: Usual guff. Not mine, promise to put them back where I found them.
Date: 21/03/07

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Ooh I want you
I don’t know if I need you but,
Ooh I’d die to find out

***

Years ago - when she was a little girl that blindly believed everything that her parents told her - her father had said that if she couldn't say anything nice about someone, then she should keep her mouth shut.

Though it wasn't quite the way that the phrase was usually offered to children, Kate had taken his advice on board and remembered it as often as she could.

It was why, she often thought, she always tried to ignore Tony's libidinous comments about his various dates. Tried, of course, being the operative word, because sometimes it was easier to bite back and let him have his fun so he would move on.

She never held back from Abby, simply because the gothic forensic scientist that worked in their basement can read her like a book.

Gibbs, on the other hand... well, the nicest thing she could say about Gibbs was that when he was properly caffeinated, he was tolerable.

It's wasn't that she didn't appreciate his discipline - though there was one of his 'rules' that she would have liked to tell him to bash where the sun doesn't shine - and it wasn't that she didn't appreciate his unwavering loyalty. It was more that... she was frustrated with him

Yes, frustrated.

Kate studied him as he frowned over the case file in his hands, squinting to read her too-small writing. She wanted to comment, but he had already refused her quiet suggestion of wearing his glasses and she didn't want to broach that subject again.

The bullpen was empty - it was a ridiculous hour to be at work, even for them - and the only reason she was still there was because the only thing waiting for her at home was a pint of Ben and Jerry's and it was just too depression to consider the calories just yet.

"Are you ever going to ask me out?" She said, breaking the silence that had descended over the empty room almost an hour ago, when the last workaholic had finally given up.

Gibbs didn't bother looking up from the pages that he was glaring at as he responded. "Rule number-"

"Don't even finish that sentence." Kate snapped quickly and then he did look up.

"If you know what my answer is, why did you ask?"

"If that's your philosophy on work romances, why do you always look at me the way you do?"

"How do I look at you?"

"Like you want to eat me whole." She raised an eyebrow and thought, Ha! but she wasn't strictly against the looks.

Turning around at random times to find piercing blue eyes studying her like a large, juicy steak - or in this particular case, a large cup of black coffee - was nothing if not good for the ego, she admitted.

"Would you prefer it if I didn't notice that you're an attractive woman?"

It was the closest thing to a compliment that she had ever received from him - a pat on the head or a 'good girl' didn't count because she wasn't five and looking for approval anymore - and Kate was almost surprised at the flush that stained her skin. "I'd prefer that you did something about it."

He noticed the flush and she could tell that he approved. "I'm old enough to be your father."

"My father is sixteen years older than you, Gibbs." And she had a sneaking suspicion that he knew that, too.

Gibbs raised his eyebrow and nodded. "It's against company policy."

"A policy that you ignore when the mood takes you." That wasn't exactly true; he only broke the rules for a case, but even that was enough to cross out his argument.

"What exactly do you want, Katie?"

She shivered and wondered why her body always reacted like that whenever he called her 'Katie.' "I want you to admit that you want me. I want you to take me out to dinner or something."

"Or something?"

Kate wanted to clarify that 'or something' meant nigh on anything from dinner and a movie to fucking her across his boat, but didn't. "If I didn't work for you, would you have asked me out by now?"

"No."

Well.

Didn't she feel stupid now.

What's the suspension time for making an unwanted pass at your boss? "Oh."

"Might have tried to get into your pants, though."

The look on his face told her that he expected that he would succeed in trying, if he were so inclined. It was possibly the most arrogant, pigheaded, juvenile, degrading thing that she had ever been told.

It also made her belly do a strange 'flop.'

Gibbs dropped her report back onto his desk, no longer making a show of trying to read anything but her expression.

Slowly, like a cheetah stalking its prey, he stood and moved to her desk.

When he stopped in front of her, his hands moved to rest on top of the paperwork that she'd been reading and he leant closer to her, holding her gaze as she swallowed roughly. "I'll meet you at your house in thirty minutes."

He turned and headed for the elevator before she could form an intelligent sentence.

***

There's was something to be said for military punctuality, Kate though when, exactly thirty minutes later, her doorman buzzed to ask if she'd like to let Gibbs in.

She paced her entryway like a nervous virgin as she waited, mentally tracking his progress from the lobby, up the elevator, down the hall, to the left, at her door and-

He knocked.

Taking one last deep breath - and smoothing down her skirt to push out any wrinkles that may have mysteriously appeared since she'd gotten changed - Kate opened the door and tried to smile but couldn't really think of an appropriate greeting, so she just ended up rolling her eyes at her own stupidity.

"You look nice." He said.

"I'm not wearing pants, though."

Gibbs shrugged. "I'll amend my earlier statement to include getting up your skirt then, shall I?"

Oh yes please.

Her eyes narrowed a little and she wondered, exactly, why he had agreed to meet her after trying to convince her what a bad idea 'them' was. "Is this a booty call?"

"Is this a conversation you want to have with me standing in your hall way?" He shot back quickly.

Gibbs had a point and she moved back into her apartment and held the door open wider, inviting him in with a slight shrug. Kate shut the door behind him and followed him into her living room.

"Can I get you something to drink?"

"I'm good."

Now that she had already guessed. "So..."

"It's not a booty call." He raised an eyebrow. "However, if that's what you would prefer..."

"Not really." She admitted a shrug.

A one night stand with her boss wasn't what she wanted, but if that was all he was prepared to offer, she knew that she'd probably take it.

"Good." He nodded. "I believe you wanted dinner."

She'd hate herself for it later - and she knew that without a doubt - but she had to ask. "What happened to all of your reasons against this?"

"I like redheads, Kate."

There wasn't a single person at NCIS that didn't know that, but how the hell did it answer her question? "Yes?"

"People have a 'type' that they date, right? A consistency?"

"Yes?" Hers, lately, seemed to be the most inappropriate men that she could find and since Tom - a simple colleague - hadn't been enough, she was now going for the big guns and trying to seduce her boss.

What was next, the Director?

Ew.

He was looking at her, waiting for her to understand whatever it was that he wasn't actually saying. "My 'type' are redheads. Usually ones that I marry and inevitably end up bitterly divorcing."

If this was his idea of small talk, it was no wonder he never appeared to be dating anyone. "And?"

God, but he was hot when he was amused at her apparent confusion.

"And you're the exception to that rule."

Kate nodded once and wondered what he'd do if she rubbed her thighs together. "Let's go to dinner, then."

***

Dinner was, apparently, the new euphemism for 'pin me against the door and have your way with me.'

Not that Kate was complaining, of course.

Actually, she was very much not complaining as he nipped and sucked at the skin of her neck while she clutched at him, moaning against his shoulder.

He pulled back and searched her eyes for something - though if he found anything more than 'just fuck me now, damn you!' then Kate thought he was doing well - before he leant forward and brought their lips together again, forcing her mouth open under his while his hands moved to her hips, pulling her body against his.

Winding her arms around his neck, she tried to force him closer to her as he sucked at her tongue and pulled every coherent thought that she was capable of out of her brain through her mouth.

Her breasts were crushed against his chest and he was at just the right angle to grind their crotches together and she knew that she could so very easily come this way and suspected that he could, too.

She panted and whimpered against his mouth as they pulled and sucked and moved and oh god.

Her brain was about three seconds away from melting out of her ear in delight when her belly grumbled - loudly - and Kate blushed as mortification set in, her building orgasm dissipated and he pulled back just a little.

Gibbs huffed against her lips. "You really did want dinner."

She hadn't, but she couldn't very well tell him that now. "Sorry."

"It's cute."

"I don't think I've ever heard you say that word before."

His thumb rubbed at the skin underneath her top - when had his hand made it there? - and he grinned at her while she shivered. "It certainly is a night of firsts, then."

"I guess so."

"Come on, we need to get you some food."

"We could order in." She offered quietly.

"What do you feel like?"

It was a cliché, but she really wanted to say 'you.' "Anything, I'm not fussy."

"Healthy, though, right?"

"Preferably."

"You going to make me eat that tofu crap?"

"Would you do it if I asked?"

He didn't hesitate. "Yeah."

Kate nodded.

It was good to know, but there was no way she was going to watch him try to force down mouthful after mouthful of food that she knew very well he didn't like. Not for her. "Chinese? There's a good place around the corner."

"Sure. Got a menu?"

***

End