Key To Her Heart - JD has to to sell you to make his case.
A Good Thing (NSFW) - JD doesn't want you to ruin a good thing.
It’s three in the morning when JD’s phone rings, the chime of it cuts through the air as his palm slaps the nightstand, searching for it. It takes him a minute to locate it, the device is face down, the glow illuminating the edges as he snatches it up in an attempt to make the noise stop.
“Yea?” He whispers, flipping onto his back as he tries to rub the sleep from his eyes.
“It’s me.” You say softly and his dick is already stirring at the sound of your voice.
It’s compulsion with you, it always is. No matter how much he tries to stay away, there’s something about you that just draws him right back in.
“If you’ve called just to get off on my voice…” He trails off because that’s something the two of you used to do when you were together when the other was working the late shift and feeling a little naughty.
“No.” You say with that filthy laugh of yours and he realises in that moment that you might just be a little drunk. “I’m here to make you get off on mine.”
“Naomi…” He drawls, his voice a little rough but it doesn’t stop you, it never does.
One of the things that JD has always loved about you is that filthy mouth of yours. The things you say in the dead of night, they have his cock hard and his dick leaking in seconds.
“Are you imagining coming in my mouth or my pussy?” You whisper into his ear and he grinds his teeth, trying to stop his hips arching off the bed.
“Pussy.” He hisses into the phone because he’s already reaching his peak, his fist moving faster, harder in time with your own stuttered breathing.
“That’s it Jim, come for me.” You moan into the speaker as you ride that toy, the one that’s shaped exactly like him. “Christ, it’s like you’re inside me, fucking me.”
He closes his eyes and he’s right there, buried balls deep in that sweet pussy of yours, thrusting into you with everything he has. He comes with you over the line, his release spilling into the confines of his boxer shorts as he bites down on his lower lip, stifling the noise that tears from his throat. It’s as he lies there in the dark, listening to the sound of your ragged breathing that Bec starts to stir alongside him.
“Who is it?” She mumbles and JD tries to keep his voice as steady as possible.
“Noone baby.” He tells her, the phone still clasped to his ear. “Go back to sleep.”
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Well, never thought I would get into an NCIS again, but here we are.
I had about a million other things to do on NYE, but apparently my brain couldn't let me until I typed this out.
Not proof read or anything, so who knows what you're getting.
Just a light little 1 shot that might turn into a 2 shot, who knows, probably depend if I get the time.
Read below, at AO3 or FF.net
Somehow, a night of nearly dying, had turned into a day of hunting down a kidnapper, and to top it all off a betrayal by a supposed ally. The team was done, there was nothing left to do that couldn't wait until tomorrow, and they had nothing left to give.
"Alright, get some rest, we'll have to face the higher ups tomorrow," Mackey told them all, met only with silent nods of approval.
Collecting her phone and keys, Evie glanced around her desk to make sure that she had everything she might need, glancing up she caught her partners eye from the opposite desk, clearly about to ask a question.
"You need a ride?" she deducted quickly, offering before he could ask.
"Yeah, I came in with JD yesterday for the gala," DeShawn stated, turning his wrist enough to check his watch, "that was what, like 22 hours ago?"
"Let's not do that math," she grinned at him, the two falling into line behind Blue & Rosie also heading off.
"Can we stop at a great little Indian restaurant I've found just around the corner from mine?" he requested as they both got to her vehicle, continuing without giving her a chance to respond, "who am I kidding, it's not like you would turn down free food."
"As long as it's better than your gross pizza toppings," she scrunched her nose up at the memory, pressing the start button on the dash.
"It's so good, I found it by accident and now I think I'm basically a regular," he rambled on, creating their pick up order on his phone as he did, "you'll love it, best meal you'll have this week."
"I don't know, that Bunning's snag I had the other day will be pretty hard to beat," her quip came easy, much like always, as did her smirk at his confusion.
"Wait, what?" his brows furrowed as he stared her down trying to work out if she was messing with him or not.
"Yeah, I mean I was a bit worried for it after the whole onion debacle, but it held strong," she dead panned the information, paying more attention to the busy road ahead than the conversation.
"It's a hardware store yeah?" it would have been hard for him to have missed the signs and adds around town, but a part of her was impressed he knew that much.
"JD hasn't taken you for a snag yet? He's a die hard fan," Evie chuckled, making a mental note to tell JD to take Mackey for one.
"I'm going to google this real quick," he side eyed her, evidently finished placing their order.
"What, never heard of a sausage sizzle?" she turned to him for a second grinning.
"You see, this is the problem," DeShawn looked up from his phone even more confused than before.
"What? That our hardware store know how to do a bloody good sausage?" pulling up to a stop at a set of lights, she glanced at him once more.
"But how is it a national pastime?" his question was laced with the mixture of awe and confusion that seemed to make an appearance at a lot of Australian things he learnt about.
"Easy, it's a national store," she shrugged, turning as the light went green, "I still don't see the issue."
"The issue is that you Aussie's do such strange things, that I never know if y'all are messing with me or not," DeShawn sighed, grinning at her nonetheless.
"It's pretty simple," she started, pulling into a park in front of the store that he had directed her to, "if it sounds super bat shit, its probably real but if it only sounds a little crazy, then its probably also real, but if it's in the middle, possible not real."
"So helpful, Evie," he told her, exciting the vehicle and heading into the small Indian restaurant.
Watching him, she slunk back into the drivers seat, exhausted but wide awake, she felt like she wouldn't be able to sleep for hours. Focusing instead on the way that he greeted the staff, clearly knowing them all by name, she couldn't help but smile at the way he seemed to make friends wherever he went.
Getting caught out when he turned away to glance back out the shop window, he returned her smile and she couldn't help but feel a tinge of sadness that she had nearly never gotten to see him again. Turning away, she took to watching the street around them, trying to distract her brain away from the fact that she nearly died only the night prior.
Entering his kitchen, Evie watched as he placed the bag of take away on the bench before turning back to her, leaning against it. She took in his quiet demeanor and realised that it was all catching up to him as well.
"Not hungry anymore?" she asked as she approached, copying his actions on the island bench directly across from him.
"Help yourself," DeShawn shook his head at her question.
"I think I might be too wired to eat, shocker, I know," she smiled gently at him, not pressing on the fact that they hadn't really needed to even get the food.
"You all nearly died last night, Mackey, and Blue," he stared her down intently, "and, you."
"Crazy that it was only last night, hey," she bit down a quip that she had nearly instinctively responded with.
"I really thought we were going to get there too late, especially after we went to the wrong spot first," the fear was still evident on his tone, even though he knew that they had gotten there in time.
"But you didn't, you saved us all," Evie moved to stand in front of him to prove her point, she hadn't even had a chance to process the situation herself, let alone how it had effected him.
"Only just, we cut it too fine," his eyes filtering over her face as if he was trying to take her all in incase she disappeared and it killed her to know how much he would have blamed himself if it had ended badly.
Stepping closer into his personal space, she placed her hand on his chest much like she vaguely remembered doing in that chamber, his gaze focused on her as if he was trying to read her mind to get an understanding of her thinking. But, she wasn't even entirely sure she knew, one part of her was telling her to step away, the other was telling her not to have regrets.
Before he had a chance to question her, or she had a chance to over think, she kissed him, almost chastely as she went to pull back the instant that her lips touched his, had it not been for his hand already slipping in under her shirt pulling her back into him. Her other hand coming to rest on his bicep as his came to her face, stroking down her hairline as she broke away to catch her breath and her thoughts.
"Sorry, probably shouldn't have done that," she froze slightly at the implications of her actions, her mind racing to come up an exit plan.
"I was your 'kiss', wasn't I?" he joked, defusing the tension between them slightly, removing his hand from her face, but leaving the one just under her shirt on her back.
"No actually," she laughed, that game was always going to come back to bite them considering they had all lived.
That time it was DeShawn to initiate the kiss, his hand on her back pulling her toward him as his other went straight back to the side of her face, as if now he had had the taste of her, he needed more, something that she was more than willing to abide to.
"I should probably go, before we cross any lines we probably shouldn't," she tried to talk herself into it, as they broke away once more.
"I think we may have already crossed some lines," he smirked at her, brushing aside some strands of hair that had fallen across her face, a move that would be normally almost too sweet enough to make her leave, but instead she stayed put.
"I guess that we probably won't be working together after tomorrow's debrief," Evie reasoned, tilting her head slightly with a cocky grin; her mind made up.
"That's a really good point," he agreed with her, his lips moving to her neck.
Turning off the shower, she stepped out into his bathroom, drying and dressing as quickly as possible. She had yet to decide if he wasn't awake if she should wake him or not, and was glad that her decision was made for her when she entered his bedroom once again to find he watching her.
"Evie, it's 6am," his disheveled look from his bed brought a grin to her face, his groggy tone telling her that it was only her shower that had woken him.
"I know D, I'm making shit time," she grabbed her pair of runners and sat on the edge of his bed, deciding it was probably easier for her to get through whatever questions he might have for her about last night if they weren't face to face.
"Why?" he reiterated his confusion over the early get up time, especially when they weren't due back until 10:30am and it wasn't like they had gotten a well rested sleep.
"I've got to meet Mackey for run," she told him, leaving out the part that her alarm was set for the time that it took her to get there from her place and not from his.
"Surely not after the last couple days?" he asked, seemingly content with skipping over bringing up anything about the previous night.
"She didn't cancel, so I didn't," Evie shrugged, she wasn't going to be the one to cancel on the boss.
"Did you get gym clothes out of your car?" he questioned, as if he was only just awake enough to realise that she was wearing different clothes.
"Yes, thank god I had some in there," she had taken the win, extra glad that she always kept extras in her car, usually more so because she had forgotten to take them back out again then anything.
"You didn't wake me," DeShawn's words stilled her for a moment, before she realised he hadn't meant anything by it.
"I'm quiet," she stated, standing to leave, the rushed need for her to get going giving her a good out that was was very willing to take.
"Evie," he stopped her in her tracks, taking her pause as an affirmative to continue, "are we going to talk at all, or pretend nothing happened?"
"Likely the latter," she grinned at him, she knew it was the easy way out, but she also knew it was the answer he had expected from the way he smirked back, "bye D."
"You're late," Mackey told her as she approached, the older woman watching her with her hawk eyes as usual, "I wasn't sure if you had bailed on me."
"Sorry, bit harder to get up this morning you know?" Evie chose an answer that was believable and left minimal follow up.
"I get that," Mackey nodded in agreement, and for once Evie was glad that she wasn't one that was much for talking.
Entering their makeshift headquarters, Evie couldn't help but feel like it might be the last time that they were all in the same room together, especially that room. But, regardless of the consequences, she knew that they had all made the right choice and from the feeling of the room, it was a mutual feeling.
Heading towards the Mackey, Rosie and Blue at the table in the middle of the room, she quietly sat with them, a slight nod in greeting from everyone as they awaited their fate. The sound of footsteps drew the groups attention, only dropping slightly when they realised it was just the rest of the team and not the superiors coming in to potentially split them up.
"How was Jack today?" Evie asked JD as he joined the rest at the table, DeShawn following him, but she focused on her boss.
"Better, definitely going to take everyone a moment to get back to normal," JD answered her, glancing around at the quieter than usual group, "thank-you, everyone, I mean it."
"We know boss, don't stress," she told him what they were all feeling, "whatever happens."
"I have a question," DeShawn spoke up, Evie's eyes snapping to him instantly, "can y'all really have Dingo's as pets?"
"Yeah," Blue responded without thought, glancing at the other two women holding back smirks with confusion.
"What's Evie told you now?" JD asked trying to get up to speed as well.
"She sent me this photo this morning from her and Mackey's run," DeShawn showed his phone to JD, before showing the rest of the table a photo of her hugging a dog that looked strikingly like a dingo.
"Well, you can have them as pets if you really want, but, that there my friend is simply a cream Kelpie," Rosie told him, the older man shaking his head at the joke.
"It was just too easy, D," Evie smirked at him, glad that they could seem to just slip back into them and ignore everything else, even if it was likely short lived.
"Wait, you two went running and didn't invite me?" Blue questioned almost sounding hurt at being left out.
"Do you even run?" Mackey responded, trying not to sound too harsh.
"I could take it up, how far did you go?" the younger girl seemed eager to join in.
"We go a couple times a week, you can join us next time babe," Evie offered, Mackey nodding in agreement.
"How did that even start?" Rosie asked, everyone glad for the distraction.
"JD actually, he refused to come running with me so he suggested I hit up Evie, because apparently she is the only one around here that does early mornings and running," Mackey explained briefly, glancing slightly at the man in question before focusing back at the other man.
"I didn't refuse, I just prefer to surf first thing not run, Evie seemed a better fit," JD clarified, feeling the need not to be completely thrown under the bus.
"Honestly, the Evie and early mornings part was the most shocking part to me," Mackey smirked, moving on from her first victim.
"Rude much," Evie acted hurt, but grinned at the comment nonetheless, their conversation interrupted by the sounds of a group heading their way, the team suddenly quiet as they awaited their superiors who would determine their fate.
Key To Her Heart - JD has to to sell you to make his case.
A Good Thing (NSFW) - JD doesn't want you to ruin a good thing.
Peppermint (NSFW) - JD isn't ready to let you go just yet.
Stormy Night - You turn up at JD's door in the middle of the night.
You & Me - After the death of your ex, your relationship with JD is brought to light.
You’re on the water when JD gets to the beach, your surfboard cresting across the water as you chase the waves. He watches from the shore, his feet sinking into the sand as he shields his eyes from the sun glinting off the ocean. You’re beautiful out there, practically poetry in motion and JD, he just can’t take his eyes off you.
He’s still waiting for you when you eventually set foot back on dry land, your wet hair falling across your features as you carry your board. He can’t tell if you’re happy to see him or not, the two of you haven’t spoken since he discovered you’d handed in your badge.
When the case with your ex was being investigated you’d both been placed on leave due to the nature of your on again/off again relationship. That also meant no contact. After they’d arrested the suspect, JD had returned to work find your desk vacant and your name plate missing.
“She’s gone.” Mackie had told him. “She resigned a couple of days ago.”
He knows it’s because of the videos, the fact everyone who work with now knows how you like to get fucked. Blue still can’t look him in the face without blushing.
He’s tried texting you, calling but you don’t pick up. When he drives past your house the car is never in the driveway, which leaves the only other place he knows you’ll be at six in the morning. The beach where he taught you to surf.
“You’ve been avoiding me.” He says as you stand the board up in the sand and begin to wring the water from your hair.
“I thought a clean break would do us both some good.” You tell him as you shake out the remaining droplets.
“Is that what you want?” He asks you as he picks up your board and begins to carry it to your car. “A clean break?”
The dampness soaks through his shirt but he doesn’t care, all he cares about is your answer because he’s just as in love with you as he’s always been.
“We don’t have the same obstacles we did when we first started.” You tell him as you reach your Jeep and he props the board up against the car before he gives you his entire attention. “You’re not married anymore and I’m not in your chain of command. I can’t help but wonder what would have happened if we’d started it right…”
“We could start it right.” JD says, his fingertips tucking an errant strand of hair back behind your ear. “You could let me take you out and we can figure out who we are without the drama.”
“Alright.” You say, with that pretty smile of yours, the one that lights up his entire world. “Let’s start with breakfast.”
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I just realized you write for NCIS: Sydney and I can't find anything for that show at all.
I'm currently on a trip around Europe and I binged the entire series over a 10 hour flight. I'm actually obsessed. A lived in Australia for about 6 years so that's show was just an instant comfort for me I don't know 😭
If this sparks some inspiration, do you think you could write something for JD Dempsey (NSFW if it it seems appropriate with your idea or not I don't mind), with the Taylor Swift TTPD Prompt 20: "His hands so calloused from his pistol/Softly traces hearts on my face"
Thank you so much! Hope you're doing well, much love!! 💕
Oh Babe, I love the show. I'm bummed out the season was so short but so happy they got a new one!
I write for JD, DeShawn and Mackey if you ever feel like hitting me up!
The scent of cordite clings to JD’s bare skin. His palm resting on your throat, his fingers squeezing just a little as his forehead rests on yours, his vibrant blue eyes staring into the depths of your soul. You can’t tear yourself away, you’re drowning in that rich hue as he presses himself inside of you inch by tantalising inch.
“That’s it sweet girl.” He whispers as he fills you. “You know exactly how to take me don’t you?”
You can’t speak, you can only exhale as his thumb traces a light pattern over your jugular, your pulse flutters underneath the pressure. His hips begin to move, short shallow thrusts that send you hurtling into the stratosphere with every motion. Your thighs tighten around his waist and it’s his turn to moan as you draw him even deeper.
“Oh honey, you need me that bad huh?” He whispers, his lips brushing over yours.
You respond by scratching your nails down his back and he hisses at the sensation, plunging hard into you, his grip on your throat tightening. Your breathing hitches, the ecstasy chasing through your nerve endings as he holds you right there at the precipice of nirvana.
“Jim…” You murmur and those words, those three little words they are right there on the tip of your tongue.
“Don’t say it.” He whispers, his lips ghosting over yours. “Let’s not ruin a good thing.”
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Peppermint (NSFW) - JD isn't ready to let you go just yet.
Stormy Night - You turn up at JD's door in the middle of the night.
You’re trembling, JD can see it a mile off. You try to hide it by shoving your hands into the pockets of your jacket but you can’t keep secrets, not from him. He’s quiet about drawing you aside, Mackey’s focused on the body and DeShawn’s busy talking to the first officer on scene.
“What is it?” He says as he sits you down in the passenger seat of his truck.
You tilt your head away, looking back towards the corpse and JD cradles your face between his hands directing you attention back to him. There’s such sadness in your eyes, such conflict. His forehead comes to rest upon yours, a gesture of reassurance as his thumbs chased over your cheeks.
“It’s just you and me Naomi,” He whispers, his breath ghosting over your lips. “You know you can tell me anything.”
“It’s Simon.” You say quietly and he doesn’t understand not until you continue. “He’s my ex JD, he came over last night and we…”
It feels like he’s been punched in the gut, the air rushes out of his lungs and for a second he can’t breathe. You aren’t together at the moment, the two of you are more off than on these days. He has no right to feel angry, or hurt, or upset but he does.
Thought of another man’s hands on you makes him want to murder someone and that’s when he remembers shit, someone just did.
Already he sees the turn this investigation is going to take. They’re going to question you, take your phone, dig into your life and they’re going to find out about the two of you. From there you’ll both become suspects. You, the jilted lover and him the jealous ex.
“Fuck.” He says finally as he draws away, his hands coming to rest upon his hips. “We’re going to have to tell them, try and get ahead of it.”
“JD.” You say, rubbing your hands over your face. “There’s photos of the two of us, videos…”
Another gut punch because he knows the ones you’re talking about. Him, fucking you from behind, pulling your hair, telling you how good you take him, how tight you are. Your colleagues are about to get some real insight into the dynamics of the relationship that currently is not a relationship.
This is a nightmare, a genuine fucking nightmare.
“We still have to tell them.” He says finally, shaking his head. “We can’t keep this a secret anymore, we have to be up front about it, own it.”
“You aren’t the one getting choked in one of those videos.” You remind him, your voice completely devoid of emotion.
“No.” He snaps back. “But I am the one doing the choking, telling you how he fantasises about slipping his hand up your skirt at work or fucking you over his desk.”
That’s the worst one he thinks, balls deep with his hand on your throat, squeezing as he describes exactly what he wants to do to you everytime you dress up for court. This is going to destroy him, it’s going to destroy you.
His gaze comes to rest on you at that moment and he realises how scared you are. It’s different for women, he knows. He’ll get a slap on the back for fucking you and you’ll get branded a whore. The subject of vulgar jokes and humiliating comments. He doesn’t want that for you, he resents that a loving act, something between two consensual adults could potentially fuck up your career.
And then there’s the flipside of it, he’s in the process of a messy divorce, him and Bex are still arguing about custody. When this becomes public knowledge she’ll add this to her arsenal, use it against him. He’ll be lucky if he ever sees Jack again.
The only solace in this whole thing is that you’re not alone, that you have one another to lean on. You can weather this storm, he knows it, he feels it in the depths of his heart. He takes your hands in his, his thumbs lightly caressing your knuckles.
“Whatever happens, we’ll face it together.” He promises you. “I’ve got your back and you’ve got mine.”
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It’s 6am and the sun is streaming in through a crack in the blinds as you lay on your stomach spawled out across JD’s sheets. His fingertips trace delicate circles across your bare skin as you sigh contently at the sensation, burying your face even deeper into his pillow.
Breakfast yesterday was supposed to be your first proper date together and twenty four hours later, it still hasn’t ended. JD would be happy if it never did, if this was his existence for the rest of his life.
