Seven Deadly Sins
- Acedia (Sloth)-

Sloth is defined as spiritual and/or actual apathy or laziness, putting off what God asks you to do, or not doing it or anything at all. Several religious views concerning the need for one to work to support society and further God's plan and work by doing so reflects that by not being active alone, you invite the desire to sin on its own. "For Satan finds some mischief still for idle hands to do."

There was a reason that sloth was one of the 7 deadly sins, she thought as she stretched her arms above her head, because she felt unbelievably guilty whenever she thought about the fact that she was meant to be at work, but instead she was in bed, with his legs tangled with hers and it was 2 in the afternoon. However, she didn't feel guilty enough to get out of bed and actually go to work.

She couldn't remember the last time she had played hooky from work, probably because she never had and it was exhilarating, if a little embarrassing, knowing that everyone at NCIS was no doubt placing bets about whether they were together or not. She felt him stir beside her and glanced down at his sleeping form. There was something about the way his skin looked against her sheets, like he was meant to be there, which made her reach out. She lazily traced the contours of the side of his face that was exposed, her fingers slipping to his shoulder and down his arm, resting in his curled hand. His fingers tightened slightly at her touch and he stirred again.

It hadn't taken much to persuade him to play hooky with her, just a little bit of bare skin and open promises and he was hers. They had fallen back into bed the second their respective phone calls were made and hadn't emerged yet, taking delight in exploring each other yet again, taking delight at being completely and utterly lazy.

She lowered her hand to his shoulder, her fingers following his shoulder blades down his back, lightly caressing her way down, loving the gasp that came from him even in his sleep. He breathed out her name, causing her to snatch her hand away guiltily. When he settled, she ran her hands through his hair, fingers yet again tracing his jaw, loving the way his muscles rippled under her skin.

He turned onto his back in his sleep and murmured her name again. She lazily traced patterns on his chest; half wishing that he would wake up, half hoping that he didn't, not wanting to stop. She trailed her fingers down further, smiling to herself as his stomach muscles automatically clenched. His hand moved with a speed she had forgotten and grabbed her fingers, stopping them moving, and his eyes cracked open.

"That tickles." His voice was hoarse from sleep and she leant down and kissed his chest.

"Oh good, you're awake." She said, grinned wickedly at him and straddled his chest. He groaned.

"You trying to kill me woman?" He asked.

"Stop being lazy, Jethro." She placed her hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. He grabbed her wrists and flipped her over, again his speed surprising her.

"Lazy?" He asked, sounding affronted. She nodded and flipped him back over, enjoying the look of surprise that crossed his face. She grinned at him again and lowered her head to his chest again.

"You just lie back and think of...Positano, you were being lazy then too if my memory serves me correctly."

"I'd been shot!" Came the indignant cry from above her head, she suppressed a chuckle and cocked her head at him.

"Whatever," She murmured and lowered her head again, "Now where was I?"

"God, I love being lazy." He breathed, the last coherent words that fell from his lips before her mouth closed around him and he forget how to speak.