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Fortuitous Contemplation
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Category:
M through R › NCIS
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
5,191
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own NCIS, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part Two
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(2/4)
Twenty minutes later, after much deliberation, Kate still wasn’t sure what to do about her current predicament.
She opened the bathroom door, and steam billowed out after her as she made her way toward her living room again, wearing only a tank and a pair of old boxers that she’d stolen from an ex-boyfriend.
By now the food had already arrived, and Abby had taken it upon herself to spread it out over the bed so that they could watch TV as they ate.
She heard the refrigerator door shut and the sound of feet padding across the floor, the clink of beer bottles and a muffled curse floating back to her as her friend came into view, trying to balance two plates and a few other various objects in her arms.
Kate’s pupils dilated, her offer to help carry the things in the girl’s arms dying on her lips. Abby’s hair was down and brushed, and she’d changed into an oversized men’s dress shirt that hung down to the middle of her thighs, the first few buttons undone leaving little to the imagination. Her long legs were bare, milky white and perfect, save for the little pair of ankle socks that she must have borrowed from her dresser.
Oh, no! She mentally slapped herself. Someone was certainly out to get her. How can I possibly ignore that?! She’s beautiful. Why did she choose to wear that shirt tonight of all nights?! Their eyes met briefly and she began to panic. Don’t stare! She’ll know you’re looking!
“Grab the drinks, will ya Kate?”
Her forehead creased, heart skipping a beat as Abby stopped in front of her, shaking the hand that held the bottles as she tried not to drop anything.
“Uh, yeah, sure.” She cleared her throat, focusing her eyes anywhere else other than the woman‘s supple body as she grabbed the cold beers and set them down on one of the tables next to the couch.
Kate chanced a glance over at Abby as she passed her one of the plates, some silverware, and a few napkins, and tried to act as if her wandering mind didn’t exist.
“Please, tell me that you didn’t answer the door dressed like that?”
She smirked, and that automatically told her that she had.
“Okay, I won’t tell you then.”
“Abby! That poor boy already wants to date you, why make him think that he can?”
“What’s wrong with a little torture?” She asked innocently.
Kate laughed and sipped on her drink, starting to feel a little more at ease now that they’d slipped into their normal banter. She hoped it stayed that way.
“Plus,” Abby continued. “when he asked where you were, I told him that I had worn you out earlier and you were in the shower relaxing.”
Beer spewed from her lips as she tried not to inhale it, failing horribly when she ended up choking and coughing, desperate for oxygen. “Wh-what in the world possessed you to say that?!”
The girl’s laughter filled the room. “You should have seen the look on his face! So cute; all red and flustered, the deer in the headlights thing going on… Kind of like you right now.”
“Still not seeing the humor.” She murmured.
“Think about it.” Her fingers twitched as she swirled some lo mein onto her fork and began eating. “Now, he’ll want to worship both of us, and we’ll be able to get delivery any time we want.”
“We can already do that, though.” She argued.
Abby paused, a few noodles hanging from her mouth before she sucked them up, making the agent’s gaze linger on her lips as she licked them clean and started chewing her food again. “I didn’t think of that.” She shrugged, happily. “At least we don’t have to tip as much, now.”
Kate shook her head and reluctantly focused on grabbing a slice of pizza and some vegetable Chinese thing that she could never remember the name of.
“I guess so.” She forced herself to agree, knowing that she would have any other day. “But, next time will you put on some pants before you answer the door? That could have been Mrs. Cassini from next door, and you know how she gets after she takes her pills.”
“Give the old lady some credit. She‘s eighty, she‘s seen more than a few half naked women in her time.”
“What?” Her hand froze, fork halfway to her mouth. “How could you possibly know that?”
Abby leant forward, the gap of her shirt falling open just enough to see the curve of her breast, rosy nipple already hard, and Kate’s insides clenched as a shot of arousal flooded her body. She wondered how it would feel to cup her hand around the little mound as she nibbled her way up her chest and softly bit the space where her neck met her shoulder; what kind of sounds Abby would make?
I bet she’d moan. All deep and from the back of her throat. She thought, smirking to herself. She seems the type who‘d really enjoy that.
“…So, to make a long story short- Mr. Cassini happens to adore me, and told me once that I was the type of girl that he and Lucy would have asked to join them in a threesome back in the day. You know how old people are, they‘ll reveal anything if you‘re nice enough.”
Kate had only been half-listening to Abby as she’d rambled on about the Cassini’s, for obvious reasons, but after the genius had finished her story she’d gotten comfortable against the cushions behind her, taking the view along with her.
No, don’t lean back yet! She pleaded silently. Wait… did she say threesome?!
“Did you say, threesome?” She squeaked out, trying to cover up the fact that she’d been staring at her friends breasts.
Abby nodded knowingly, apparently not noticing, and took a swig of her drink. “I have to say, it’s one of the sweetest things that an older gentlemen has ever said to me.”
Kate chuckled, and grabbed her slice of pizza hoping that it would distract her from any and/or all inappropriate thoughts for the next couple of minutes. “Only, you would Abby. Everyone else would be completely freaked out.”
She grinned, and picked up the DVD player remote. “Well, I’m not everyone else, now am I?”
“No, you’re definitely not.”
Abby hit play, and the movie started to load.
“What did you pick?” Kate asked.
“Serenity.” She said excitedly. “If I can get you hooked on the movie, I can get you into the show, too!”
“Show?”
“I’ll explain later,” The opening scene started and she loaded more food onto her plate. “let’s just watch for now.”
Kate smiled as she watched her chow down, engrossed with the TV. She loved it when Abby got like this; all geeky and totally obsessed. It was cute.
Cute? She sighed, frowning as she realized where her train of thought was leading. Eyes forward, Todd! Watch the movie, not the incredibly gorgeous woman sitting next to you. Oh, God! I wonder if this is how Tony feels whenever a buxom blonde walks into the room? I’m doomed!
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(2/4)
Twenty minutes later, after much deliberation, Kate still wasn’t sure what to do about her current predicament.
She opened the bathroom door, and steam billowed out after her as she made her way toward her living room again, wearing only a tank and a pair of old boxers that she’d stolen from an ex-boyfriend.
By now the food had already arrived, and Abby had taken it upon herself to spread it out over the bed so that they could watch TV as they ate.
She heard the refrigerator door shut and the sound of feet padding across the floor, the clink of beer bottles and a muffled curse floating back to her as her friend came into view, trying to balance two plates and a few other various objects in her arms.
Kate’s pupils dilated, her offer to help carry the things in the girl’s arms dying on her lips. Abby’s hair was down and brushed, and she’d changed into an oversized men’s dress shirt that hung down to the middle of her thighs, the first few buttons undone leaving little to the imagination. Her long legs were bare, milky white and perfect, save for the little pair of ankle socks that she must have borrowed from her dresser.
Oh, no! She mentally slapped herself. Someone was certainly out to get her. How can I possibly ignore that?! She’s beautiful. Why did she choose to wear that shirt tonight of all nights?! Their eyes met briefly and she began to panic. Don’t stare! She’ll know you’re looking!
“Grab the drinks, will ya Kate?”
Her forehead creased, heart skipping a beat as Abby stopped in front of her, shaking the hand that held the bottles as she tried not to drop anything.
“Uh, yeah, sure.” She cleared her throat, focusing her eyes anywhere else other than the woman‘s supple body as she grabbed the cold beers and set them down on one of the tables next to the couch.
Kate chanced a glance over at Abby as she passed her one of the plates, some silverware, and a few napkins, and tried to act as if her wandering mind didn’t exist.
“Please, tell me that you didn’t answer the door dressed like that?”
She smirked, and that automatically told her that she had.
“Okay, I won’t tell you then.”
“Abby! That poor boy already wants to date you, why make him think that he can?”
“What’s wrong with a little torture?” She asked innocently.
Kate laughed and sipped on her drink, starting to feel a little more at ease now that they’d slipped into their normal banter. She hoped it stayed that way.
“Plus,” Abby continued. “when he asked where you were, I told him that I had worn you out earlier and you were in the shower relaxing.”
Beer spewed from her lips as she tried not to inhale it, failing horribly when she ended up choking and coughing, desperate for oxygen. “Wh-what in the world possessed you to say that?!”
The girl’s laughter filled the room. “You should have seen the look on his face! So cute; all red and flustered, the deer in the headlights thing going on… Kind of like you right now.”
“Still not seeing the humor.” She murmured.
“Think about it.” Her fingers twitched as she swirled some lo mein onto her fork and began eating. “Now, he’ll want to worship both of us, and we’ll be able to get delivery any time we want.”
“We can already do that, though.” She argued.
Abby paused, a few noodles hanging from her mouth before she sucked them up, making the agent’s gaze linger on her lips as she licked them clean and started chewing her food again. “I didn’t think of that.” She shrugged, happily. “At least we don’t have to tip as much, now.”
Kate shook her head and reluctantly focused on grabbing a slice of pizza and some vegetable Chinese thing that she could never remember the name of.
“I guess so.” She forced herself to agree, knowing that she would have any other day. “But, next time will you put on some pants before you answer the door? That could have been Mrs. Cassini from next door, and you know how she gets after she takes her pills.”
“Give the old lady some credit. She‘s eighty, she‘s seen more than a few half naked women in her time.”
“What?” Her hand froze, fork halfway to her mouth. “How could you possibly know that?”
Abby leant forward, the gap of her shirt falling open just enough to see the curve of her breast, rosy nipple already hard, and Kate’s insides clenched as a shot of arousal flooded her body. She wondered how it would feel to cup her hand around the little mound as she nibbled her way up her chest and softly bit the space where her neck met her shoulder; what kind of sounds Abby would make?
I bet she’d moan. All deep and from the back of her throat. She thought, smirking to herself. She seems the type who‘d really enjoy that.
“…So, to make a long story short- Mr. Cassini happens to adore me, and told me once that I was the type of girl that he and Lucy would have asked to join them in a threesome back in the day. You know how old people are, they‘ll reveal anything if you‘re nice enough.”
Kate had only been half-listening to Abby as she’d rambled on about the Cassini’s, for obvious reasons, but after the genius had finished her story she’d gotten comfortable against the cushions behind her, taking the view along with her.
No, don’t lean back yet! She pleaded silently. Wait… did she say threesome?!
“Did you say, threesome?” She squeaked out, trying to cover up the fact that she’d been staring at her friends breasts.
Abby nodded knowingly, apparently not noticing, and took a swig of her drink. “I have to say, it’s one of the sweetest things that an older gentlemen has ever said to me.”
Kate chuckled, and grabbed her slice of pizza hoping that it would distract her from any and/or all inappropriate thoughts for the next couple of minutes. “Only, you would Abby. Everyone else would be completely freaked out.”
She grinned, and picked up the DVD player remote. “Well, I’m not everyone else, now am I?”
“No, you’re definitely not.”
Abby hit play, and the movie started to load.
“What did you pick?” Kate asked.
“Serenity.” She said excitedly. “If I can get you hooked on the movie, I can get you into the show, too!”
“Show?”
“I’ll explain later,” The opening scene started and she loaded more food onto her plate. “let’s just watch for now.”
Kate smiled as she watched her chow down, engrossed with the TV. She loved it when Abby got like this; all geeky and totally obsessed. It was cute.
Cute? She sighed, frowning as she realized where her train of thought was leading. Eyes forward, Todd! Watch the movie, not the incredibly gorgeous woman sitting next to you. Oh, God! I wonder if this is how Tony feels whenever a buxom blonde walks into the room? I’m doomed!
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