Fortuitous Contemplation
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Category:
M through R › NCIS
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
5,193
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 3
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(3/4)
Kate had been dreading the moment that she usually loved during their evenings together; sometime about halfway through the movie when they’d finished all of the food that they could possibly eat, they’d hit pause while they cleared everything off of the bed, leaving them extra room to crawl under the blankets and cuddle for the last half of what it was that they were watching. It was their little tradition.
Before today, she had never thought that having an armful of Abby was anything more than a platonic way to say, ‘hey, you’re my friend and everyone needs a little human contact sometimes!’. But now, fifteen minutes after the black haired girl had laid her head on her shoulder, draped and arm across her stomach, and wedged one of her legs between her own, she was definitely having second thoughts.
To her surprised, while they’d been devouring their dinner she’d actually managed to pay attention to what was going on in the film, most of the time, but the second Abby’s bare skin had touched hers, her concentration had flown right out the window.
Her body was completely flushed, goosebumps along her arms and legs, a shiver running down her spine every time a puff of Abby’s breath blew past her neck and down her chest, leaving her nipples standing out like little pebbles against the smooth material of her top.
Kate’s mind was working overtime, thinking of everything that she wanted to do to the woman lying next to her. Her hands itched to touch her, roam and explore every part of her; make her beg for release as she teased her inner thighs with light touches and kisses, before finally having mercy on her and giving in. It made her feel dirty to wonder what she would taste like, but it was just one of those things that came with the territory. Would she like it? Or would she take a few tentative licks and then decide to just use her fingers to get her off?
She shifted her hips subtly, really wishing that she could rub her legs together and relieve some of the pressure that was building inside of her. But she didn’t dare move with Abby right there. She didn’t want to seem like some big pervert, even though she’d felt like one all night.
Her abdominal muscles clenched involuntarily as her friends’ arm shifted, dragging her hand across her ribs and slowly over her stomach, leaving it to rest just above her belly button. She almost moaned right then and there, wriggling just a bit when her fingers kept moving, tracing little patterns just above the hem of her shirt.
Does she know what she’s doing?
Abby moved again, this time it was her leg; up a few more inches, her foot rubbing so lightly against her calf that if she wasn’t trying to feel for it she wouldn’t have noticed.
Stop! She wanted to whimper. Stop torturing me!
“Hey, Kate?”
She almost hadn’t heard her, she’d whispered it so quietly. Her body tensed momentarily as her eyes popped open, even though she hadn’t remembered closing them. Everything looked a bit fuzzy, and there was a slight ringing in her ears that she hadn’t noticed before, so she blinked a few times hoping that it would help her focus.
“Ye-” Her voice cracked, throat suddenly dry. “Yeah?”
“Was it me?”
Kate looked at the top of Abby’s head, terrified when she wasn’t quite sure what she was asking. “Were you what?”
Fingers dug just a bit deeper into her abs, the ministrations making her want to tip her head back and groan out loud. Instead, she met her gaze when the girl pulled back from her shoulder slightly and looked into her eyes.
“Was I the woman that you thought about kissing?”
Kate’s breath stopped, eyes wide as a wave of panic hit her.
Oh, my God! Is she serious!?
“I, uh- Abby…” Her pulse rate skyrocketed. “I don’t know how to answer that.”
“Yes or no.” She stated simply. “Either way, you’re not going to hurt my feelings. I did ask, after all.”
She wanted to run. Run and hide before curling up into a little ball underneath the pile of clothes in her closet, and hope that no one would ever find her. When did this get so complicated?
Do I tell her the truth? She hated that she’d been forced into this little corner with no way out. Or should I lie to her and hope for the best?
“You won’t get mad?”
Abby shook her head.
Kate took a deep breath and closed her eyes, face turning downward to shield herself from inevitable embarrassment.
Here goes nothing…
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(3/4)
Kate had been dreading the moment that she usually loved during their evenings together; sometime about halfway through the movie when they’d finished all of the food that they could possibly eat, they’d hit pause while they cleared everything off of the bed, leaving them extra room to crawl under the blankets and cuddle for the last half of what it was that they were watching. It was their little tradition.
Before today, she had never thought that having an armful of Abby was anything more than a platonic way to say, ‘hey, you’re my friend and everyone needs a little human contact sometimes!’. But now, fifteen minutes after the black haired girl had laid her head on her shoulder, draped and arm across her stomach, and wedged one of her legs between her own, she was definitely having second thoughts.
To her surprised, while they’d been devouring their dinner she’d actually managed to pay attention to what was going on in the film, most of the time, but the second Abby’s bare skin had touched hers, her concentration had flown right out the window.
Her body was completely flushed, goosebumps along her arms and legs, a shiver running down her spine every time a puff of Abby’s breath blew past her neck and down her chest, leaving her nipples standing out like little pebbles against the smooth material of her top.
Kate’s mind was working overtime, thinking of everything that she wanted to do to the woman lying next to her. Her hands itched to touch her, roam and explore every part of her; make her beg for release as she teased her inner thighs with light touches and kisses, before finally having mercy on her and giving in. It made her feel dirty to wonder what she would taste like, but it was just one of those things that came with the territory. Would she like it? Or would she take a few tentative licks and then decide to just use her fingers to get her off?
She shifted her hips subtly, really wishing that she could rub her legs together and relieve some of the pressure that was building inside of her. But she didn’t dare move with Abby right there. She didn’t want to seem like some big pervert, even though she’d felt like one all night.
Her abdominal muscles clenched involuntarily as her friends’ arm shifted, dragging her hand across her ribs and slowly over her stomach, leaving it to rest just above her belly button. She almost moaned right then and there, wriggling just a bit when her fingers kept moving, tracing little patterns just above the hem of her shirt.
Does she know what she’s doing?
Abby moved again, this time it was her leg; up a few more inches, her foot rubbing so lightly against her calf that if she wasn’t trying to feel for it she wouldn’t have noticed.
Stop! She wanted to whimper. Stop torturing me!
“Hey, Kate?”
She almost hadn’t heard her, she’d whispered it so quietly. Her body tensed momentarily as her eyes popped open, even though she hadn’t remembered closing them. Everything looked a bit fuzzy, and there was a slight ringing in her ears that she hadn’t noticed before, so she blinked a few times hoping that it would help her focus.
“Ye-” Her voice cracked, throat suddenly dry. “Yeah?”
“Was it me?”
Kate looked at the top of Abby’s head, terrified when she wasn’t quite sure what she was asking. “Were you what?”
Fingers dug just a bit deeper into her abs, the ministrations making her want to tip her head back and groan out loud. Instead, she met her gaze when the girl pulled back from her shoulder slightly and looked into her eyes.
“Was I the woman that you thought about kissing?”
Kate’s breath stopped, eyes wide as a wave of panic hit her.
Oh, my God! Is she serious!?
“I, uh- Abby…” Her pulse rate skyrocketed. “I don’t know how to answer that.”
“Yes or no.” She stated simply. “Either way, you’re not going to hurt my feelings. I did ask, after all.”
She wanted to run. Run and hide before curling up into a little ball underneath the pile of clothes in her closet, and hope that no one would ever find her. When did this get so complicated?
Do I tell her the truth? She hated that she’d been forced into this little corner with no way out. Or should I lie to her and hope for the best?
“You won’t get mad?”
Abby shook her head.
Kate took a deep breath and closed her eyes, face turning downward to shield herself from inevitable embarrassment.
Here goes nothing…
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