La Perla

A/N: The second 'MA' chapter that was taken from my story, Exhale to keep in line with the FF.net TOS. This one is between chapters 56 and 57. If you don't care to read it, then by all means continue to the steamy bits ;)

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Callen put the car in park and exited the vehicle quickly walking around to the other side and opening the door for Nell before she got the chance. She smiled, and took his hand that he'd extended to her. "Thank you," she said softly.



"You're welcome," his hand on the small of her back, he lead her toward the house. Key in the door he opened it. "Now..." he said softly his eyes trailing over her body as he shut the door behind them. "I know for a fact that those," he pointed to her stockings. "Need a garter."



"Really?" Nell replied slyly.



"Yes," Callen replied his hands coming to rest at the front of her hips, his thumbs rubbing little circles. "Metal wires of a corset," he whispered as he took a few steps forward causing her to take a few steps back until she was backed against the wall in the entrance way. His hands splayed across her stomach, his fingers feeling through the material of the dress to the imprints of what was underneath. "Lace." His hands moved up the sides. "I bet all that is silk." His breath hot against her neck, his stubble rubbing against her collarbone as he spoke. His thumbs pressed against the underside of her breasts causing her breath to hitch. "Pleats." His lips finally moved against her neck in slow, hot kisses that had her gripping onto his jacket. "La Perla," he whispered.



"The gift that keeps on giving," she whispered playfully.



He stood a little straighter, his eyes locking with hers. She smiled and he smiled right back.



She bit her bottom lip trying to keep from being too vocal as his thumb once again ran over the pleated material that covered her breasts.  She let out a sigh, and he kissed her lips she was expecting a quick, heated pace and was surprised when he set it to slow and sultry.  His hands moved back down her sides and rested respectively on her hips, one leaving to cup the side of her face.  Their lips continued their intuitive movements.



Her body felt overheated, the dress was too much, the damn shoes, the lingerie she wore to please him... but she knew rationally that it wasn’t the clothing making her this hot... it was the man.  It was the scent of him distinctive, familiar and intoxicating.  The sight of his handsome features darkened by the ill lighting.  The sound of his voice his groan through their kiss.  The feel of him pressed against her.  The taste of his mouth.  His body against hers, his kisses lit a fire within her, and that was only kisses.  He added his hands into the mix poking at the hot coals eliciting sparks.  Fingertips on her thigh pulling the dress up, skin against skin, his palm against her outer thigh and she couldn’t help but think what once was a bonfire would be a full forest fire by the end of the night.



He couldn’t help but feel a bit possessive of her, he supposed any man was a little possessive over the woman they were seeing exclusively, but it wasn’t just that anymore.  They were more. He figured the caveman side should be kept quiet, it was unlikely the strong, intelligent woman before him would not appreciate it.  Still, he could think it right?  Mine. She wasn’t helping him cool down either, a hand cupping her breast feeling the sexy lingerie he knew she wore beneath her dress.  Teasing.  She was teasing him.  She’d worn this specifically to tease him and he knew it.  Two could play at that game though.  He wanted her whimpering, begging, damn it, screaming.  He wanted to hear her, she usually tried her best to keep quiet, there were the moments where she lost control, and he wanted that, he wanted to be the one to make her iron control dissolve completely.  



She was still on the engagement high, his declaration of love still played in the back of her head over and over, his hands holding hers, his words so clear and heartfelt.  She was loved.  Well and truly loved.  She drew back to take in a breath of air and her hand went to his face, her fingers running over the stubble that seemed to always be there.  Even in the dim lighting in the entrance way the ring shined on her hand, a smile finding it’s way to her face.  “You make me so happy, G.” He smiled his lips kissing her at a lazy pace she enjoyed it, the simmer of the emotions, drawing back from the intensity for just a second.  He drew back and she looked up at him with her hazel eyes.  “I love you.”



“I love you too,” he replied softly his forehead resting against hers.



She found herself smiling but it was short lived when Callen’s lips latched back on to her pulse point kissing her, sucking and nipping at the flesh.  She sighed.  “If you leave a mark-“



“You’ll wear a scarf,” he said before she could go on a tirade and then he returned to what he had been doing eliciting a quiet moan from her mouth before she silenced it by biting down on her bottom lip.  Wanting to hear her again his hands ran up her body and palmed her breasts, this earned him a gasp.  He reached around and unzipped her dress, and in a swift movement pushed it off of her shoulders and it fell to the floor.



His eyes raked over her body, the stockings, the garter, the cheeky panties that weren’t part of the set but still matched and the corset he still had dreams about.  Part of him wanted to take her against the wall, another wished they had furniture in the living room since it was the closest room that should have a soft surface.  Instead he was slowly putting her arms around his neck trying to keep some control and then lifting her by the thighs and carrying her to the room.  Perhaps it wasn’t well thought out since she wrapped her legs around his waist and started to rub against him in a decidedly sinful way.  Or maybe he’d done it hopes that she would.  He made it half way down the hall before he pressed her against the wall.  



“You have to stop that,” his voice was so low that it sent a shiver all the way through her body.  Instead of heeding his warning she rocked against him in hopes to hear the intoxicating voice once again.  “Nell.” She smiled, his voice was tight with control, frankly she’d love to see the control fray and snap completely.



She tightened her legs around him.  “You can’t tell me you don’t enjoy it,” she hardly recognized her own voice with how husky it had gotten.  And even if he could manage the words, she could feel his body giving him away.



He smirked, God she loved that smirk.  “I wouldn’t lie to you, but unless you want me to fuck you against the wall, cut it out.”



She flushed at his brazen words, and she was shocked to find it rather excited her, her mind conjuring up erotic images of just what he could and would do to her.  She bit her lip, held him tight, and oh-so-slowly rocked her hips against his.



His head dropped to her shoulder.  “You just don’t listen, do you?”



“Oh,” Nell said softly her lips whispering against his ear.  “I heard you.”



A slow smile spread across his features, he set her back down on her feet and she looked at him a little perplexed, but then he started undoing the buttons on the suit jacket, shrugged his shoulders and it fell to the floor.  Next was the vest, she didn’t bother helping, she was getting a little aroused just watching the layers fall away.  He started loosening the tie and her hand shot out like it had a mind of it’s own.  They both froze with the contact.



“Leave the tie on,” she requested a little nervously.



He licked his lips, popped the collar of his shirt and pulled the tie over it and then started on the buttons on the shirt, his eyes on hers, but her eyes were on his agile fingers and each new inch of flesh.  Completely unbuttoned the shirt dropped to the floor with the jacket and the vest.  The tie still hung loosely around his neck, the bright blue offsetting against his toned chest.



She bit down on her lip as he took off the belt on his trousers and went to the growing pile of discarded clothing.  Her eyes were firmly on the tented material of his trousers that had been custom tailored to fit his body perfectly.  



“I haven’t seen this suit before,” she said managing to find her voice again.



“It’s my Best Man suit.”



“Sam was cool letting you propose in it?”



“Yeah,” Callen replied.  “Probably didn’t want me to blow it by wearing jeans and a ratty old t-shirt.”



Nell smiled, she was so pleased that he’d gone through such lengths for their special day.  Her eyes grazed over his body, his torso was scarred, circles from bullets, lines from knives, and a short one from a screwdriver.  It made him look dangerous, but no less appealing.  She heard the zipper on his trousers and licked her lips as she watched them fall from his hips, he stepped out of them and into her his lips once again claiming hers, and there was the heat again, the fever.  Gone was his patience, his slow and steady from before.  Now his lips were hot and demanding.  



She grabbed the blue silk tie, twisted it around her hand and pulled him closer.  He groaned into the kiss, the silk and lace of her corset against his bare skin was as exhilarating as the grip she had around his tie.  His hands found the tie at the front of the corset, he knew the back had a zipper but he was wanted to slowly unwrap her.  He untied the bow at the front and started to pull the ribbon, loosening the corset from top to bottom exposing more and more pale flesh.  When it was loose enough he ran his thumbs under it, over the slight bump of her hip bone and then he was pulling the silk and lace over her head and tossing it to the floor.



“I thought you liked me in it,” Nell said playfully.



“I like you even better out of it,” he replied his hands resting back at her hips for a second as his lips reclaimed hers, and then both hands moved swiftly over her silky smooth skin to cup her breasts.  “As alluring as these look all pumped up in that corset, I want to feel your skin,” he said his thumbs running over her nipples causing her breathing to pick up, she grabbed a hold of his tie, which along with his black boxer-briefs and grey socks were the only things he was still wearing.  “I want to taste your skin.”



The meaning caught up in her sexed up and slogged down brain after his mouth was on her right breast, kissing, licking, his teeth grazing against her hardened peak.  “G,” the letter got elongated with her need, she pressed her thighs together desperate for some kind of friction, but she knew he was teasing her, and he had the patience to continue this exquisite torture for a while.



He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep up with this teasing, as much as he enjoyed it, he needed her.  Now.  He ignored his own aching needs, distracting himself with sucking on her breast, flicking his tongue and his hand on her ribs could feel her quickened breaths.  His hand dropped down and felt over the garter, the cotton and lace of the cheeky panties his palm going between her legs, his fingers pressing against her entrance through the sexy undergarments to find them damp.  “You want me,” he said.



She wasn’t sure if it was a comment or a question, but if the second she knew he already had an answer.  “Yes,” she managed to say despite the fact that the simple touch, despite him not even moving, had her heart rate increasing and with the attention he’d lavished upon her breasts she was nearly panting.



“I want you,” his voice was low with arousal and it made her squirm against his hand.  Her hand ran down his torso and over his hardened length through the fabric of his boxer-briefs his hips jerked reflexively, but he grabbed both her hands and pinned them to the wall with one of his own.  His eyes were locked onto hers as his hand ran between the valley of her breasts, down the flat plain of her stomach, the little dip of her bellybutton, and made its way under the top of her panties and returned between her legs, his fingers against her most intimate place.  “Babe,” he whispered right by her ear, his voice strained.  “You’re so wet.”



She closed her eyes a whimper escaping her lips.  Her hands still pinned by one of his above her head she felt very much dominated, but she trusted him with her body entirely.  She knew he always put her pleasure in these situations first, and the more she thought about it, the more she realized he put her first in everything.



A gasp escaped her lips when a finger slid from her entrance to the bundle of nerves that he set on fire as his fingertip circled in a slow and steady rhythm.  “Oh, G,” she groaned and then gasped as he suddenly thrust a finger inside of her warmth.  “G, please, I want you.” A second finger joined and she moaned trying to rock her hips in time with his movements.  “Please, please G, I want you.”



His hands didn’t stop, and he just smirked.  “You have me,” he replied before his mouth got distracted with her teasing her nipples with lips, teeth and tongue.



“Ohh,” Nell grinded her teeth as the pleasures overwhelmed her, his fingers increasing in pace, his teeth nipping causing a shriek to escape, she couldn’t even comment on it with the pleasure building, his fingers in and out, in and out, she couldn’t catch her breath, her body tightening preparing for release... and then his fingers were gone.  “G!” she held the single syllable in a long whine as he left her right on the edge.



He stepped away from her, releasing her wrists and  licking her wetness from his fingers.  Her eyes widened.  He just smiled.  “We were going to the bedroom, remember,” he rocked back on his heels, his eyes highlighted with mischief.



“I’ll get you back for that,” she threatened un-clipping her floral stockings and pulling them off. Next she shucked off the garter belt and then the cheeky panties.  She glared playfully, turned away from him and started walking to the bedroom.



He grinned as he watched her strut naked into their bedroom.  Mine.  He quickly took off his socks and ditched the boxer-briefs right before he got to the doorway.  Her hands were on his length right as he stepped over the threshold.  He hadn’t been expecting it and a moan escaped his lips.  He quickly grabbed her and carried her over to the bed, happy to see that the accident and few months of recovery hadn’t effected his coordination or strength to badly.  He threw her on to the bed and she bounced a bit and giggled.  



“Come here,” she said with a come-hither motion of her finger.  “Get in bed with me, get inside of me.”



What man could possibly say no to that?  As he knelt on the bed, she grabbed the tie and pulled him in meeting her lips with his.  Her hands pulled the tie closer as she laid back pulling him on top of her.  Her hands were everywhere, exploring feeling.  Her fingertips moved with confidence over the body she knew so well.  He stopped her hand before she could take hold of him.  He had taken the tie off, had the silk around her wrist and tightened it looping it through a rung of the headboard and tying up her other wrist with the end.  



“You really got to keep your hands to yourself,” he said softly with a hint of a smile.  He was on edge, he couldn’t take her touching him like that or the night would be over long before he wanted it to be.



“This is not what Hetty bought the tie for, Mr Callen,” she growled.  She’d never been tied to a bed before.  It was kind of sexy, although she really wanted to touch him and being tied up definitely counted as an interference.



Callen shrugged casually and then smiled.  “Special occasions.”



Nell couldn’t help but laugh.  “Definitely not what she had in mind!”



He shook his head before he kissed her once again, soft, a slow build.  Then the kisses were placed across her jaw line to her  neck, her collarbone, over the swell of a breast, lower and lower.  



Nell shut her eyes against the onslaught of pleasures.  Intimate kisses, lap of his tongue.  She was squirming, her legs over his shoulders, one of her heels digging into his lower back, the other into the mattress.  She cried out as his tongue flickered against her sensitive bundle of nerves.  Her hands got caught half way through their movement trapped above her head, she panted, struggled against the bindings wanting so desperately to touch him make him feel what she was feeling.  She was climbing and so close once again.  “Don’t stop,” she begged because she wasn’t sure she could handle it if he did so again.  “Please don’t stop.”



The begging encouraged him to continue with more intensity.  Her heel dug hard into his back, and she was gasping for breath, her lower lip trembling, her fingers digging into the tie, gripping onto it for dear life.  She felt his fingertips grip her hips to keep them from bucking up, pinning her against the mattress.  She cried out, loudly, finally falling over, the tension releasing, white stars under her eyelids.



Panting she finally opened her eyes a smile on her face, he’d moved and was now over top of her his nose brushing against hers.  She tried to think of something to say, opened her mouth, shut it and then laughed.  “That was...” she tried to think of a word but they were wisps of fog that she couldn’t catch hold of.



“Amazing, stupendous, exhilarating?” Callen offered.



“No,” Nell decided and smiled when he looked mildly offended.  “None of those come close.” He smiled and kissed her lips lightly.  She practically purred with contentment.  “Can you untie me now?” He looked thoughtful and she glared, he sighed and took the tie off one wrist and then loosened the hole on the second and tossed it aside.  Her hands immediately ran over the sides of his face pulling him down for another kiss, tasting herself on his tongue.  “Condoms... crap!  How could I have worn the damn La Perla and not checked,” she felt like a fool as she rolled on to her side and reached out.  



Callen joined her in the frantic search of the side drawer for the box.  “I’m sure we have some.”



Nell bit her bottom lip.  “I may have gotten mad at the condoms while you were in the hospital.”



“Mad?” Callen couldn’t help but be amused by the guilty look she had on her face, not to mention who get’s mad at condoms?  His fiancé, apparently.



“Well... I was... I was looking for a book because I couldn’t sleep, you weren’t there and it’s our bed and I’m use to you being there.”



She seemed upset to him and he took her into his arms and held her tightly against his body.  “I’m here,” he whispered softly against her hair pressing a kiss to her head.



She pouted.  “Instead of the book I found the box of condoms.  And... and you weren’t here, you weren’t in our home, in our room, in our bed...” she shrugged.  “I know it’s stupid, but I just got so angry, I guess it was some kind of breaking point.”



He raised an eyebrow. “Your breaking point is condoms?”



“You were on life support, you were in the hospital.  I was in this shell of a house that just isn’t a home when you’re not here,” her voice was nothing more than a whisper.  “I wanted you here... and things kept tripping me up.... I’d find one of your shirts in the closet mixed in with mine.  Your favourite beer right beside my orange juice.  Your box of memento’s next to my family picture.  And I was looking for my book and found your condoms... I snapped.” She pushed herself out of his embrace and moved quickly dropping to her knees and peering under a dresser.  Callen enjoyed the view.  She reached under and pulled out a box.  “I guess I didn’t throw them far.”



Nell pulled one from the box and tossed the rest on the night stand.  Ripping open the foil she took the plastic out of the wrapping.  Condoms always felt weird to her.  She made a face.  Callen laughed.  “Shut up,” she laughed too.  “They’re all...” she couldn’t think of a proper way to described it so she just shrugged.  “You know.” She pinched the tip of it and rolled it up his length slowly enjoying the feel of him. His fingers tapped under her chin and she looked up to be captured in his predatory blue eyes.  



He wanted her.  Badly.  Her bringing up the hospital just made him want to remind her that he was okay, that he was alive, here, wanting her so bad it hurt.  His hands ran down the soft skin of her sides, his thumbs running over her hips.  He smirked just a bit as he grabbed her and quickly got her back on the bed again, her back against the cotton sheets.  



She wrapped her arms around his neck pulled him closer, pressed her lips against his, opening her mouth, her tongue sliding against his.  She wanted him inside her, here, now.  She rocked her hips desperately against him. He kept his body just out of easy access for her.  She whimpered and he relished in it.  “G,” a soft whine.  “Please.”



He loved the sound of his name when she said it. “Please what?”



She groaned, but she knew exactly what he wanted her to say, and she didn’t want to postpone it  any longer.  “Please G, I want you inside of me,” she bit his bottom lip hard in admonishment.  “I want you, I need you.  Stop stall-” the word became a cry of pleasure as he plunged into her leaving them both gasping for breath.



Their bodies moved primally, quick and wild.  Both riled up with the emotions of the day, of the past few months, pent up sexual desires that had been pushed back until he could heal.  Her legs wrapped around them and her ankles hooked around one another.  Her pulled them both to a sitting position slowing their pace, her still wrapped around him, him still inside her slick heat.  She slowed rocking her hips just slightly on top of him.



There was something akin to wonderment upon her youthful features, she rubbed her nose against his, smiled a little and kissed his cheek tenderly.  “I love you,” she whispered rising up and sinking back down on him.  



His hands moved over her skin, both were hot, sweating.  His fingertips skimmed down the bumps of her spine and over her bottom pulling her closer, pushing himself deeper.  She gasped. Mine.  “Love you too,” he said with a smile before reclaiming her lips.



Both of them had tried to keep slow, to enjoy, to savour.  Tried valiantly... and failed.  She moaned, and he groaned.  She kissed his neck and he palmed her breast.  She rose and fell, he pulled way and thrust forward.  Their pace was frantic, desperate, both racing for release.



Nell moaned loudly, so close, so close.  Her arms wrapped around him, wanting to be as close to him as she could physically manage.



Thrusts became chaotic as both kept rising higher.  “Mine,” it was a growl from deep in Callen’s throat.  He’d never meant to say it out loud.



“Yours,” she sighed right by his ear.  “I’m yours,” she repeated.  “All yours.”  



She screamed, falling over the edge first her nails biting into his shoulders and dragging down just slightly. Delirious with her proclamation, with her cry of pleasure, with her tightening around him.  He laid her down, falling on top of her, and in a few more quick, hard thrusts he was following her.



Both laid still for a minute, panting trying to get their breath back.  He went to pull out but her legs tightened.  “Don’t,” she whispered softly.  “Stay, just for a minute.”



He didn’t move, he kept most of his weight on his elbows.  He gazed down at her lovingly.



“And I maybe yours,” she said her hand lazily trailing over the hard plains of his torso the bumps of scars, the ridges of his muscles under flesh.  “But you’re mine.  All mine.”



“Yours,” he whispered in promise.  “All yours.”



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