Vance

“I had no idea… I thought it was just me.” Evey managed through breaths, her curls coming undone around her face as she reached for the soft black tufts at the nape of Vance’s neck. “No damn clue you wanted me as much as I wanted you.” She still found it hard to believe anyone wanted her after what Sully had done, but Dinozzo was capable of miracles. Making her feel brand new and alive in more ways than one.

“I’ve always wanted you, from the moment I first saw you.” He pulled back, leaning his forehead against hers, breathing heavily, his fingertips rubbing circles over her hip bones. 

“God Evey... please don’t ever doubt that again.” He moved his lower body back, crashing their lips together as he allowed her enough room to undo the buckle of his slacks. Vance was thankful he lived in the middle of nowhere, a house no one would stop by surrounded by forest, because as his pants fell around his ankles, he slipped his hands up, Evey’s dress coming right off. 

“Better?” She questioned, her cheeks flushed as she grabbed the man’s hands, putting them on her waist. Evey hardly considered herself bold, but for one reason or another, when she was in the presence of Vance, the redhead found herself saying things, doing things that she never would have deemed appropriate with anyone else.

Vance didn’t need anymore permission, throwing his arms around Evey and crashing their lips together. The kiss was rough, weeks of pent of desire flowing from tongue to tongue. 

It was like a dam had broken free. Vance lifted Evey up in his arms carrying her to the hood to the car before sitting her down on top, his mouth never leaving hers. He wanted to feel every part of her, his skin calling out to be touched and kissed by Evey. 

Silently she pulled the wrench from his hand, tossing it back onto the ground as her eyes watched his fingertips. They shook slightly, as if he were waiting for a quick draw to pull out a gun from its holster. Reaching out, she touched his palm. Her red nails against his skin were almost a startling contrast, but the electricity that pulsed through her veins was even more shocking.

“What is it you’re wanting then?” Her question wasn’t admitted promiscuously, but instead out of curiosity. What she perceived and what was actually happening in front of her could have been two different things. For all she knew, it could have simply been the heat that left her questioning Vance, but she couldn’t give it much thought as her mind began to bloom with the prospect of her fantasy.

“What I can’t have.” No stutter, just the truth, the harsh reality that made his stomach drop. The wrench hitting the ground knocked him out of his trance and he moved to pick it up for her. 

“I’m no longer in need of ice cream seeing as I had two scoops instead of one, but I would be more than happy to make the trek with you if it’s something you’re craving.” She smiled at him, still unable to stop her lids from drooping as her gaze made paths along Vance’s slightly reddend shoulders. She spun, her mouth dry as her mind wandered. She needed to focus. 

She had known for far too long now that she wanted him this way. The way she’d wanted very few men in her life time. He was broad and stiff underneath her tender palms, his lips the only thing soft about him. The rest of Vance was like marble, slick and cool in some places, red hot and sticky in others; the latter being places that Evey found herself visiting over and over again. 

When there wasn’t enough of it, Evey began to disrobe Vance, hesitantly unbuttoning his shirt before realizing the anticipation was killing her. With haste she yanked in off of him, her heart reaching her throat as she pulled back from his warm, sweet mouth.

"Vance…" She breathed, her chest heaving in sync with his bare, pale, extremely chiseled belly, her mouth open slightly in shock as she began to trace the small lines that dictated his muscles. 

Vance instantly brought the woman's small frame towards him, moaning against her mouth as their skin crashed together for the first time. It was electrifying, so much so he felt as if he'd break through his pants, the desire almost unbearable. He'd wanted this for so long, for too long. Vance pulled back, their lips breaking apart with an audible pop. "Evey." Her name was whispered in between heavy breaths. "Are you sure?" He was afraid to ask, because the answer could've been no. "You're beautiful." She hadn't said anything, but his hands were already moving, ghosting across her bare stomach, tracing patterns just under the fabric of her bra. 

Slowly, she shifted herself on top of his lap, her hands cradling Vance’s face as she pressed her body into his. They’d shared a couple of kisses before, but none as intense as the one they were experiencing now. He made her warm, his hands sure, but slow as they moved over her spine; her own thighs tightening against his hips as she deepened her devotion to his mouth. 

When Vance finally decided his hands need to do something besides cling to her, they dropped down her hips, moving even lower until fingertips collided with skin. Her bare legs were surrounding his clothed one and he paused, wondering for a split second if this was okay. He'd kissed her before, several times, but this, touching her legs, this was all new territory. 

Slowly, Evey slipped an arm around Vance’s shoulders, pulling herself even closer to the man, her delicate fingers tipping his chin back up so that she could see his beautiful eyes.. his full mouth.. his strong chin. 

Her heart was pounding, her breaths shallow, as she brought him within an inch of her own urgent , pink lips; her fiery hair drifting languidly to frame her face.

Vance slid his arms around her waist, tugging their bodies against one another, lips inches apart. "Evelyn..." It was just her name, nothing more as his lips crashed into hers, hands gripping at the redhead's clothing as their mouths moved together. God, even just kissing her sent his body spiraling, his entire skin on fire. 

"It’s delicious…" She muttered, swallowing the last of the stew that was in her mouth. He nodded his thanks, his eyes still straightforward as they both continued to eat in silence. 

It wasn’t an easy silence, the kind that she found herself comfortable in sometimes with Vance, yet Evey wasn’t sure what to say in order to ease the tension. Hesitantly, she put her bowl down on the table, waiting for Vance to take one more bite before removing the bowl from his hands as well.

"Is everything alright?" She questioned, forcing him to look at her. Her heart began to melt slightly as he did. "One minute everything seems normal between us and the next, it’s as if we hardly know one another."

Sure, the game of backgammon was fun and all, but the more loose the redhead felt, the more she wanted to get close with Vance, and a table between them wasn’t giving her any satisfaction.

“I’m not sure about beating you, Dinozzo.” She giggled. “I’m a bit of a lightweight, and if I don’t concentrate hard enough, then I might not be able to focus hard enough to win.”

She gazed at him, her lower lip stuck between her teeth as she thought about the true meaning of her words. Her visions were simple, just sweet kisses and rare, timid touches between the two, but it was enough to make her cheeks burn once more.

Drinking was a horrid idea.

Breaking her spell, Evey gulped at a good portion of her glass; her eyes wide as she put the stemware down.

"Right... stew... you just get c-c-comfortable... I'll bring the food." Vance darted off into the kitchen like a frightened animal. When he returned he had his hands full, a tray containing two bowls of piping hot soup. He placed the tray on the table in front of Evey and took a seat next to her on the couch.