A Start (May 2008 Rewind: Conversation, Confession, Chemistry, Connection)
Title: A Start
Characters: Ian/Nikki
Rating: PG to R
Word Count: 400; 4x100
Summary: Everything has a beginning.
Spoilers: 5.23 'Angels and Devils'
Disclaimer: I regret to say that I do not owe them.
Feedback: Is always and greatly appreciated.
Author's Note: melissima asked and I obliged. Follows A Date.
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Conversation
“And how’s the FBI working out for you?” Ian tips his chin down. “Working with Eppes and the others?”
Their conversation has progressed back to work after Nikki had recounted going from LAPD to FBI, with a few law classes sprinkled in.
“It’s different,” she shrugs. “But in a good way, I think. It’s not what I expected, the whole math and dynamics of that. But… I’m learning. The Boss is damn good,” she concedes.
The sniper smiles, the corners of his mouth twitching. “Too true.”
Another round of beers and Nikki is suddenly learning more about her new team.
Confession
Their dinner -and dare she say date?- ends after one last round; thankfully before she tips over her limit. It’s odd enough what they have going right here, this beginning of something, and it’s hard enough trying to prove herself to that dark gaze, that she doesn’t want to do anything to mess it up.
Like a true gentleman, Ian walks her to her apartment door.
Nikki’s back hits the wood. “This was nice,” she whispers.
He hums low in agreement. Dark eyes flit down to her lips, a finger reaching to trace her high sculpted cheekbones. “This shouldn’t happen.”
Chemistry
Nikki tilts her head up, raising an eyebrow, words teasing. “Shouldn’t or couldn’t?”
Her teasing seems to be the only prompting Ian’s lips need before descending to lightly brush over hers. Her lips chase after his when he goes to pull back, pressing harder to show that this is what she wants.
And what he wants too as he slides his tongue over the roof of her mouth. She somehow manages to unlock her door with Ian biting and sucking on her neck.
If she had any doubts they are chased away by the sparks crackling through and between them.
Connection
Ian’s never been to her apartment before but that doesn’t seem to stop him from seeming to know where to go. He leads hers steadily backwards, mouths and hands everywhere, to the bedroom and eases her down on the mattress.
His fingers, digits that normally caress polished metal, peel and lift her clothes from her body. In turn Nikki’s take care of his and then slip up and down his back.
The slowness turns fierce and fast as they move together, hips rising to meet.
And names fall from lips as they surge and fall over that ledge as one.