La Perla

A/N: This is the 'MA' rated chapter of Exhale, my story on fanfiction.net that I deleted to keep in line with the TOS. This chapter takes place between parts in chapter 26 of Exhale. My username over on FF is Ambrosia Rush, the link is on my profile here if you're interested. If not, continue reading for the steamy bits :)

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Nell was getting nervous about the entire idea now that they were back at his house... their house. It was still so strange that her lease ended in another day, she already had handed back her key, she was officially living with Callen.  



He hadn’t touched her in the car, not even when they’d dropped the drunken Kensi, Deeks and Nate off after his fortieth birthday party.  Hadn’t held her hand.  Now out of the car walking to the house he didn’t even look at her.  Maybe she had read this all wrong.  Maybe she’d let him drink too much.  Maybe this was a really bad idea.



He had already given her a key to the high grade lock and she pulled it out of her bag and turned her back to him to open the lock, biting down on her lip.  This was suppose to be easy!  It wasn’t like they didn’t have a sex life, they had one, a damn good one.  She looked at him over her shoulder, but his eyes weren’t on her.  She bit her lip again and opened the door.



The entrance way was filled with boxes, despite the darkness within the house, she knew they were meticulously marked so everything inside was known.  She moved in careful to avoid the dark outlines of the piled boxes.  She could feel Callen’s presence behind her, heard the door shut and the lock slide into place.  Biting hard on her lip she wished she’d decided on something different for his birthday, something better.



“Nell,” his voice sent a shiver down her spine, or maybe it was that he was standing so close that his breath caressed her ear, close enough to touch, but he didn’t, and she steeled herself not to lean back into him.



“G,” she whispered back in response.



He was careful not to touch her, his fingertips pinching the fabric of the cardigan on and he pulled it off her body.  She heard the studded embellishments hit against the hardwood floors and it caused a hitch in her breath.  She looked over her shoulder, but could hardly see him in the darkness.  



“What did you get me?” he asked, his voice quiet, his tone low.



“You didn’t touch me in the car,” she blurted and immediately wanted to hit her head off a wall.



“We wouldn’t have gotten out of the car if I had,” Callen replied his voice low, and he spoke in a tone that had once been a mystery, but now she recognized the arousal in every syllable.



A smile fitted her face.  She reached out and turned on the hall light as she started walking backwards.  “Follow me,” she said quietly lost in his eyes, the power he had over her was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.  She stepped backwards, her heels clicking against the floor as his body came toward her, prowling, that was the word that came to Nell’s mind, it was like she was being stalked, hunted- a dangerous game, but she knew she was safe with him.  



She went into the room and turned on the light, the bed sitting predominately in the centre.  Her hand out to him and he took it, allowing her to play her game- why not, if everyone wins?  She pulled on his arm and their bodies met for a second, a playful look upon her face as she turned him and gave him a push.  She knew that if he hadn’t been playing along he wouldn’t have sat down on the bed, but she figured force wasn’t really needed.  Desire was already there and thickening the air in the room.



The dress she wore had a low scoop at the back collar, she’d picked out the dress over a year ago for very reason she could do it up, and unzip it on her own.  It served his purpose as she reached back and grabbed the zipper pulling it down slowly, her hazel eyes never leaving his blue ones.  



She pulled off the shoulders of the dress and then just let it fall.  His eyes flashed cobalt blue, dangerous and heated as his eyes flickered over her body, his hands clenched in the sheets.  There wasn’t a smile on his face, but there was one on hers and she knew he was too far gone for playful at the moment.



“This,” she said taking a step toward him, out of the pool of her dress on the floor and did a slow turn for the full effect.  “This is La Perla,” she said with a smile and a tilt of her head.



His hands came over the fabric of the corset, his eyes never leaving hers.  He licked his lips and she knew they were in for one hell of a night.  



“La Perla,” he repeated swirling the words on his tongue like one might a fine wine.  The black La Perla, Sinfornia corset had little black pleats along the top of the bust, nude fabric covered with leaf designed lace garter hanging from it holding up the leaf themed stockings.  The thong had lace along the top following the same design.  Callen was at war with himself.  Part of him wanting to tear it all off of her, the other wanting to keep her in it for as long as possible.



The silk was sinful, the lace sexy and the stockings divine and every inch was driving him mad.  His hands roaming over the fabric, wanting to feel everything.  Eyes unable to stay locked on any one detail, they flicked around trying to imprint the erotic image in front of him to memory.



Callen was completely entranced, unable to figure out where to start.  Nell giggled as his hand ran over a ticklish spot covered in silk and lace.  “Enjoying the view?” she asked stepping right up to the bed, her hands wrapping around his shoulders as she put her knees down on the bed on either side effectively straddling him.  The tented fabric of his jeans pressed against the sensitive and thin silk of her thong, such a exquisite thrill that had a quiet moan escaping her lips.



His lips took hers and her brain kept scattering, unable too keep up with the pleasures.  She’d thought of this for weeks, ever since she’d seen the lingerie, and since putting it on in the morning her mind had been glued on all the different things he could and would do to her.  The feel of his hands moving down her sides, slowly over the silk and lace of the corset, they came to settle on her hips where he pulled her closer, the delicious friction causing her to break the kiss as she gasped. “G!”



A letter, his name, a single gasped syllable from her lips had him completely ensnared.  She didn’t need the silk or lace, she didn’t need the corset, the thong, the stockings; they were like the cherry on the sundae.  He felt blessed to just have her.  He felt her fingers tremble as she got to work on the buttons on his shirt.  She seemed to get too impatient after the first three and tugged the shirt out of his pants and pulled it over his head.



His eyes flicked over the  pale skin showing was just begging to be tasted, and his mouth found the pulse point on her neck, sucking slightly and she let out a breathy sigh.  He continued his exploration with kisses, flicks of his tongue and a hint of his teeth as he met her collarbone.  He nipped her and her hips jerked instinctively against his.  His hands wandered up from her hips again, a return course over the silk and lace his thumbs coming up under her breasts, that like the rest of her, were petite.  His tongue ran over the top swell of her right breast, accentuated by the corset, as his thumb ran over the thin fabric feeling her nipples harden he groaned and rocked his hips into hers.



She suddenly pushed him down and he looked up shocked at her.  “Your pants have to go,” she said shifting off of him, her fingers making quick work of the button and zipper.  He lifted his hips as she gave them a tug.  She beamed as she looked at his boxer briefs.  “Blue?  When did you start wearing anything but the utilitarian black?”

                        

“Special occasion,” he replied cheekily.



“Special occasion indeed,” she replied before licking her lips as her fingertips skimmed teasingly over his thigh.  Her hand skimmed over the tight cotton fabric.  She knew his body well and trusted her hands without her eyes since they were caught up in watching his face.  Her hand skimmed along the side of the bulge and she could tell by his face he was fighting to let her do as she pleased.  It was his birthday after all, she wanted to be the one to give.  Her hand gripped him through the fabric and he groaned as she moved her hand up slowly.



“Nell,” he growled her name and she smirked.  Her hand left him to grip the top of the briefs and pull them down.  Her hand gripped him again, this time adding the heat of her mouth.  One of his hands gripped the sheets, the other her hair.  She knew his body by now, knew what he liked, new how to push him and when to hold back to tease, to make it last.  She removed her mouth, slowly moving her hand, gripping him tightly.  She couldn’t seem to break her eyes from his, they were hooded bedroom eyes, he groaned, his head thrown back and she stopped leaving him on the edge.  There was a definite growl at the back of his throat, he moved so quick she ended up on her back before she could blink, the side drawer was open and he seemed agitated.  “Where are they?”



She sat up and scrounged with him, the drawers messy from the move, until she found a box of condoms.  “Got them,” she said breathlessly pressing her legs together desperate for the delicious friction he could provide.



He opened the box and pulled out the foils attached to one another.  “Five,” he said.  They looked at each other, and it was obvious to Nell that Callen did not think five was going to cut it.  She couldn’t imagine it.  Once was hot, twice made her overly sensitive, and three times was exquisite torture.  They’d never gone past three.



“Guess we’ll have to pace ourselves,” Nell said leaning forward to kiss him.  His lips kept busy with hers but she could hear the foil rip and it sent a jolt of excitement down her spine.  She rubbed a stockinged leg against his thigh, it seemed to derail him since his lips froze for a second and she felt his breathy moan.



Callen considered himself to be a patient man.  One had to be in his line of work.  The concept of ‘pacing’ oneself was well known, and well practised... and yet he’d ended up on top of Nell, their lips fused in a demanding, desperate kiss, her hips grinding against him and he found that in that sexy, alluring outfit, there was no chance that he’d be ‘pacing’ himself.  Not a snowballs chance in Hell.  He didn’t even bother with removing the garter to pull the thong off, he just pulled the flimsy silk fabric to the side and plunged into her wet heat.



“Oh,” she cried out in a gasp from the kiss, surprised by the sudden joining.  She blinked a few times clearing away the shock.  “G,” she whispered her hands wrapping around his neck as he pulled back only to give another strong thrust.  She wrapped her lace covered legs around him wanting him as close as possible.  His pace was frantic right off the start, and she didn’t mind in the least, he wasn’t the only one who wanted this, needed it.  She was hovering on the edge, her nails biting into his shoulders.  His head collapsed onto her shoulder, his hips unrelenting, his one hand moulding to her right breast.  His pace became more chaotic, his teeth biting down on her collarbone and the pained thrill of knowing he was over the edge sent her over right behind him.



He kissed where he’d bitten, and finally picked his head up and looked at her.  Her lip twitched just slightly when their eyes met.  “I thought five would be enough,” she said panting as the words left her.  “I think I was wrong.”



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The next time was slower.  Callen actually bothered to undo the garter to remove the thong he’d simply pushed aside the first time around.  His fingers found her wet flesh and teased her entrance.  



She whimpered and he pulled her onto the bed with him, he stayed sitting and pulled her onto him, facing him, she sunk down onto his length with a breathy moan, both their bodies overly aroused from the first bout.  Chest to chest, face to face, kisses were feverish, she kept a slow tempo and for once he didn’t try to speed her up and just enjoyed the passion.



They didn’t need words, they just needed the connection, the touch, the warmth of the other.  His hands found her mound and it had her gasping, her hands around his neck it was her turn to bite him as he changed the tempo trusting up as he pulled her down.  She let out a scream, a scream, that had him following with a few more thrusts.



“I think our neighbours might have heard me,” Nell said with a flush on her cheek.



“I sure did,” he said rubbing his ear she’d been right beside when she’d let out a howl.



She smacked his shoulder playfully.



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The third time had been a sensual overload, Nell’s legs wrapped around his hips as he thrust inside of her, pressed her against the plain white bedroom wall.  It had been a quick round, neither able to hold on with their libido’s in overdrive, their overly sensitive bodies sending them off the edge quickly.  



They succumbed to floor, her using him as a mattress of sorts to avoid laying on the hardwood floor.  “I think we should paint the room red,” she said.  “Or yellow.  What do you think?”



“Red,” Callen decided a little breathlessly, he liked the warmth of the red room she’d had at her apartment.  His knees felt shaky and his fingertips tingled, he realized after a second that Nell had fallen asleep on top of him, he figured he’d just close his eyes for a second...



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The forth had been on the floor, neither wishing to take the steps to the bed, neither trusting their legs after the rambunctious third round.  Nell’s skilful hands were what woke him, he’d only meant to rest his eyes.  “Five,” Nell said. “It’s a challenge.” He smiled at her, she couldn’t resist a challenge, and this was one he was more than willing to accept.  



He licked his lips, she was still in that getup but this time he’d wanted flesh, all of it.  He unzipped the back of the corset which was the faster way to get her out of it, not wanting to bother with the elaborate tie at the front.  He pulled the silk and lace from her body and threw it to the bed.  He didn’t bother taking off the stockings though, he found that it was rather sexy that they were the only things she had on.



One hand moulded to her breast while he lavished the other with attention from his mouth.  Her moans served to arouse him once more.  His lips met hers in a slow kiss that surprised her, she’d expected the fast, out-of-your-mind desire in the kiss, much like the other’s they’d shared in the night, but this was slow, careful, filled with the same sexual desires, but there was a gentle kindness that was creating a slow burn.



“I love you,” the words were out of his mouth before he’d thought about it.  It wasn’t sex, it was never ‘just sex’ with them.  It was a physical expression of love, it was wanting to pleasure, the desire to give, to push the other over the precipice and into the undeluded bliss.



“I love you too,” she responded.



He entered her overly sensitive warmth and she was already tightening against him.  He lavished attention to her breasts, rolling his thumb over one peak while his tongue flicked against the other.



Their lips met as he thrust his hips and she met him with a thrust of her own.  She bit his bottom lip and soothed it with another kiss.  He pulled back and her body tightened, her name slipped from his lips again as he buried himself within her.  She was making the sexiest sounds, and he was going over Czech phrases in his head to keep himself from going over first.



She met him thrust for thrust, both of them fighting for air, despite the fact that oxygen was second to the primal rhythm between them.  Kisses and love bites, moans, groans and sighs.  His pace slowed.  “G,” Nell whined wiggling her hips.  “Please,” the two words were all she managed and between the sudden increase in speed, the heat of his tongue flicking against her breast and his thumb finding her she let out a cry.



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“Last one,” Nell said laying on her stomach, the hardwood floor flipping the condom over in her hand.  She thought about getting up, getting to the bed, but the coolness of the floor was refreshing and her body was still overheated, she was sweaty and didn’t much like it, but a challenge was a challenge... but then again, two birds-one stone.  She’s clever.  She nipped his ear and giggled when he flinched a bit.  “Shower?” She smiled at him.



He smiled right back.



The washroom didn’t look like it had been updated since the eighties, but Nell had been there before, she knew that the bathroom would be getting re-done, she just had to talk Callen into it. Mostly he seemed to be easy going, he didn’t much care about what she did to the house, but they’d have to talk about it.  Adult decisions, homeowners, she smiled, they’d made a pretty big leap together.



The bathroom had an old, unattractive tub/shower, the head of the shower was far too strong for Nell’s liking, but she’d never heard Callen complain about it.  It was spacious enough to do some better remodelling.



“Stop it,” Callen said.  She turned to see him leaning against the counter.



“Stop what?” Nell asked.



“Remodelling my bathroom in your head,” Callen replied stepping forward.



“How did you-“ she lost her train of thought as he and bent his head slightly to kiss her neck, sucking on her pulse point and eliciting a moan from her.  



Her hands roamed, one behind his head holding him to her neck as he used lips, tongue and teeth to pleasure her.  Her other hand gripped him and for a second he stopped moving and forgot to breathe.  He pulled her hips closer and she felt his impressive length against her and when he picked her up and dropped her down on the counter top she knew they weren’t making it to the shower.



His hands ran slowly over her right thigh, sliding under the stocking and very slowly pulling it off.  There were light lines imprinted onto her skin from where they were and he started from her toes kissing his way up, his hand skimming along the underside of her calf as he made his way, every second closer to her core and it had her squirming with tension.  He stopped just short and then moved to start the same process of taking the stocking off her left.  “G,” she let out a frustrated sigh.  



“Patience is a virtue, Nell.”



“I haven’t been very virtuous tonight,” Nell muttered back and Callen chuckled as he tossed aside the stocking and once again started kissing his way up her leg, she jolted when his hand skimmed under her left knee, he knew damn well she was ticklish there, which is why he did it a second time smiling up at her.  She glared back with a playful glint in her eye.  This time when he reached the top of her thigh, his tongue flickered against her overly sensitive skin and it had her gripping the counter top with a white knuckle grip.



She shot him a look and he grabbed the last condom from the counter and put it on quickly, eager to be inside of her warmth.  They sighed into the connection, lips coming together tongues mimicking the motions of their hips.  Nell broke first letting out a pleasured cry, her head falling back.  The look of ecstasy on her face was all it took to send him tumbling over after her.



She smiled first as she came of the sexual high, then she laughed and was beaming when he lifted his head from her shoulder.  “I love you,” she said because as much as she loved showing him time and time again, she also loved telling him, because she had a feeling the man before her hadn’t heard it as much as he deserved.



He smiled, and it reached his eyes.  “And I love you,” he responded kissing her once more, slowly as they both came back down and realized they were not on cloud nine but still in the eighties bathroom.  He pulled out of her and she let out something akin to a whimper at the loss. “Come on,” he said tossing the condom before lifting her off the counter and carrying her into the shower with him.



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They had showered fairly quickly, both tired and just wanting to get into bed snuggled up to one another and get some rest after the long day and extended sexual encounter.



Waking the first thing on Callen’s mind was, La Perla.  Two little words that were surely going to be not only ingrained to memory but sure to instantly arouse him.  “Nell?” he whispered figuring she was awake, but not wanting to be loud incase she wasn’t.  She had her leg hooked around one of his, her arm thrown over his chest, her head using his shoulder as a pillow, just like always.



“G?” she whispered back groggily.



“Good morning.”



She smiled but kept her eyes closed.  “A little birdy told me it doesn’t qualify as a ‘good’ morning until there has been morning sex.”



“Technically speaking...” Callen said with a smile.  “Last night, was early morning.” He looked over at the clock.  “It’s nearly two in the afternoon.”



She lifted her head and opened her eyes taking a look at the clock.  “Huh.” She rested her head against his chest once more. “I can’t believe we ran out of condoms.” She frowned, then again, five happened to be more than enough for one night, she just woke but she figured she could go with another nap.  That and she wasn’t entirely sure she could walk straight if someone paid her too.  “I didn’t think of condoms when I was writing up the master list.”



“List?”



“Of birthday supplies.  I should have thought with the La Perla, condoms.  I didn’t.” She smiled at him.  “I won’t make that mistake again.” After all, what if she’d donned the La Perla only to find that the box had one?  What if the box had been empty?  Who would go get them?  Her in the La Perla, or him with the hard-on?  She suppressed laughter at the very idea.



He smiled.  “Any chance of getting you back in it?”



“Of course,” she said sitting up on her knees.  “It’s the gift that keeps on giving.”



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