Seven Deadly Sins
- Luxuria (Lust) -
Hopefully this doesn't disappoint!
Lust is any intense desire or craving for self gratification and excitement. Lust (or lechery) is usually thought of as involving obsessive or excessive thoughts or desires of a sexual nature. Unfulfilled lusts sometimes lead to sexual or sociological compulsions. In Purgatory, the penitent walks within flames to purge himself of lustful/sexual thoughts and feelings.
Lust is furtive, headlong, always sizing up opportunities. It is a trail of clothing in the hallway, the trashy cousin of love.
Jen had forgotten that anger made him hot, but when she had seen the first flash of desire in his eyes the second she argued back this morning she knew how the day was going to end; exactly as it was right now. She was vaguely aware that she made the most undignified squeak as he grabbed her arms and her back hit the wall. She briefly thought that winding him up all day had, in hindsight, not been one of her smarter ideas, but it was probably going to be one of her most fun ideas, if his lips of hers had anything to do with it.
When his fingers found their way under her blouse, and curled into the hair at the back of her neck, she held her breath. When the hand in her hair pulled gently, so that his mouth could nip at her neck, she moaned. She decided that goading and flirting constantly with him all day was probably just about the best idea she'd had for a long time.
Jethro's hand moved from under blouse, grazing down her ribs to her hip, pulling her close. The hand slid further down, pulling, urging her to wrap her thigh around his hip, pressing them even more tightly together. She could honestly say that she had never felt such desire and uncontrollable lust with anyone else. It coursed round her body, clouding her vision, and the feel of his hands on her skin was completely intoxicating.
She was vaguely aware that she should be doing something, anything other than clinging desperately to his arms, and reality, but she couldn't seem to coordinate her brain long enough to do something about it. There was something ridiculously arousing about having an employee push you roughly against a wall and attempt to cloud your judgment and practically crawl inside you, even if that employee was Jethro, and even though this is what they did best, and no matter how many times they had been here.
When he tugged on her blouse, it took a couple of seconds before she could coordinate her thought processes long enough to lift her arms to help. At the sight of him throwing the garment away, something clicked in her brain, and she reached for him, her movements just little frantic. One hand pushed at the NCIS jacket, whilst the other grabbed his pants and pulled their hips more tightly together.
He grinned wickedly as she fumbled with his zip and he ran a hand down her arm, his fingers entwining with hers, lifting her hand and pining it to the wall above her head, she momentarily lost her focus, but the flash of satisfaction that rushed through her at the hitch in his breath as she dragged her free hand down his stomach, nails grazing lightly, set her back on track and was better than anything she'd ever felt. The rush of arousal and lust that swamped her when he returned the favor and stroked her thigh with a sure, steady hand was even better though, and she willing gave herself over to sin. She didn't think she'd ever been as aroused by the promise of sex as she was then.
The hand on her thigh pushed her skirt up around her waist. He let go of her hand and pulled his shirt over is head, hating the loss of contact, however brief, he pulled her back to him, pressing her to his chest with one hand, freeing her of her panties with the other. He lifted her round his waist, reveling in the sounds of desire that were escaping her throat.
How he had managed to lift her and push down his pants she had no idea, but the thought left her head as he entered her and her hands clutched at his shoulders. He paused briefly, basking in the feeling of her wrapped around him, before he lifted her slightly and drew his hips back. Their rhythm became faster as they moved in harmony and she let herself trust him not to let her fall.
It was fast and frantic and she loved every single second of it. The reality was, for once, better than the fantasy she had been building in her head all day. She felt him falter and slow, waiting for her to catch up. She breathed his name, letting him know that she was right behind him and they both fell over the edge, breathing each others name in release.
His lowered his head to her shoulder, dragging in deep breaths and eventually he moved, stepping away from the wall and lifting her down. He grinned down at her bruised lips and dark eyes and brushed her hair from her face.
"Not that I don't love frantic lust fueled sex against a wall...but next time you want something Jen, just ask, ok?"
Seven Deadly Sins is now complete.