I'm sorry for this, it's not good. But somehow, I managed to get something done, so I gotta share. Kinda inspired by NCIS S21E08 'Heartless'.
Warnings: age gap, married couple, established relationship, talks of miscarriage, giving birth, jealousy, womanizer!Alden, daddy!Alden, very slight smut
Mine ~ Alden Parker
When you started to date Alden Parker, as he was still an FBI agent, you never considered becoming friends with his coworkers. Especially, after meeting a few of them he would consider his friends and they turned out to be judgmental towards the age gap in your relationship. Not that you wanted to befriend his coworkers anyways, you just agreed to meet them cause he asked.
However, it changed when Alden joined NCIS. He immediately started to tell you about his new team, and you could he was fond of them all, including his boss - which was extremely surprising since he never got along with his FBI boss, Sweeney. You quickly knew it would be different this time. It did take him a while before introducing you to them, but once it happened, you all hit it off. The guys were quite impressed with Alden wedlocking a woman fairly younger than him, while the girls, even though they wouldn't go for someone older, they agreed that Alden Parker had a little something. "It's the freaking hair!" Jess joked.
Before you knew it, this new team felt like family. You'd all hang out together - dinners, games night - and sometimes you'd have girls night with Jess and Kasie. You even babysit McGee's twins and/or Victoria a few times. Which, as much as you loved it, did hurt a little since it would remind you of the struggles you and Alden had been having to have a baby. Between not getting pregnant for months and the miscarriages, you had started to think that it wouldn't happen the natural way for you. Also, Alden really felt like he was getting too old to have a kid, no matter how badly he wanted one with you.
When you reached your third trimester, Alden felt pretty confident that this time everything was going to be alright while you couldn't shut that little voice in your head saying that something bad would happen like the other times. But finally, the nurse put your crying new born in your arms, and everything felt right. "You did so good, my love." Alden cried, kissing your forehead and looking down at his son. "Our miracle baby. He's perfect."
You didn't want the nurse to take him away from you but you knew they needed to check him up and clean him. "Do you guys have a name for this little guy?" Another nurse asked. You and Alden looked at each other for a second. "Axel Roman Parker." He said, proudly.
Obviously, the team was in the waiting room. Alden had been at work when you called him to tell him that your water broke. Nick had been the one driving to the hospital, "Torres, I'd like to meet my son before I die, thank you very much!" Alden shouted, holding onto the handle above the window.
"Don't worry, dad." Nick grinned.
Your husband went to see them to let them know that mom and baby boy were alright. "Is it okay if you guys only meet him in a few days?"
"Of course, no rush!"
"Send us pictures though! Please?"
Alden didn't want to go back to work after his paternity leave. He didn't want to leave his little family. The night before his first day back, he actually felt depressed. "He's changing so much so fast, I'm gonna miss so much." He sadly said, stroking his son's back, who was peaceful sleeping on daddy's chest.
"I'll take as many pics and videos I can." You kissed your husband's cheek. "And Vance said you don't have to put many hours like you usually do."
"I know, but still."
You noticed the tears forming in his eyes and it broke your heart a little. You didn't want him to go back to work either. You wish he could push his leave a little more, but he had pushed it as much as possible already - director Vance had been amazing and made it easy. You wrapped your arm around Alden's neck, carefully so you wouldn't wake up Axel. He nuzzled your neck as you gently stroked his hair. "He loves you and perfectly knows who daddy is. It won't change in a few hours, I promise."
"I honestly thought it would never happen for me, you know? Before you and then the issues we had, I thought-- I just wasn't meant to be a dad. But now he's here, and I just don't want to be away from him."
"Aw, baby." You cried with him. "I wish there was a way for you to stay."
The next day, Alden arrived late at work as he struggled to let go of Axel. Jimmy and Tim, who knew how it felt, were very helpful throughout the following week.
It took you months to separate from Axel, just for a few hours. And even more time to go out for a girls night while Alden had a boys night with his little man.
"I almost forgot how champagne tasted." You smiled, having your first drink in over a year.
"Good thing we took a whole bottle then!"
The conversation between you, Jess, Kasie and Delilah went on as it usually does when you four get together. Jess talked about her relationship with Jimmy, and her dad. Kasie confessed about her new crush - you and the girls immediately hyped her. Delilah talked about her job, and the twins newest obsessions. And you obviously talked about Axel and your husband.
"By the way, how's Alden's neck?" Jess asked.
"Perfect! Did Nick really fix him with a bear hug?"
"He did! It was pretty funny!" Jess laughed, remembering the scene from a couple of days ago. "Doctor Logan probably thought we were crazy."
"I can't believe that my husband im-so-scared-of-needles-hold-me-hand worked on a heart surgery." You laughed, trying to imagine the scene.
"Mr I fainted when my wife got her epidural." Kasie teased.
"In his defense, it's a pretty big needle for this." Delilah said. "Thank god he didn't faint during the surgery though." She joked.
"Well, if he did, I'm sure Doctor Logan would've enjoyed giving him mouth to mouth."
You, Kasie and Delilah turned like one person to look at Jessica. "What?" She asked, confused. Then she looked at you. "He didn't tell you?"
"Tell me what?"
"Um..."
"Jessica Knight."
"The doc clearly developed a crush on him. She practically flirted with him in front of me."
You let out a deep breath. "Did he flirt back?"
"Not really, he was genuinely confused."
"Did he not learn his lesson with the senator?" Kasie chimed in.
You finished your drink in one swallow, remembering when he gave you a piece of paper with a number on it. "Whose number is it?"
"A senator." He had said.
"Alright and what am I supposed to do with it?"
"You, nothing. But I guess she wanted me to call when she gave it to me." The jerk was smiling while you used to candle flame to burn the paper.
"I don't care about the 'it's safer for you if people don't know I'm married' crap, I'm gonna glue the wedding band to his damn finger."
The girls laughed, always enjoying how easily you get jealous when there's a woman around Alden. When you had learned that some women in the office kinda liked your man, you showed up at the NCIS headquarters for the first time and asked for a tour. When his ex wife got involved in a case, you were feeling anxious, even though she knew about you from the beginning, thanks to Alden's parents. The worst actually was when he saw his first love for the first time in over thirty years. He had admitted that it felt very strange, and maybe if he had been single, he'd have pursued something, but he was married to you, and deeply in love with you and he'd be crazy to let you go. It was one of those rare moments when you and Alden were struggling, and fought a little more often. But he never gave you a reason to be jealous or suspicious, it was just a part of your personality. And to be fair, he was such a womanizer, you couldn't help but to think that any other woman would be better than you.
You got home slightly drunk, which Alden expected. He was happy that you finally let yourself have some fun away from him and Axel. Barely sleeping on the couch, he immediately got up when he heard you come in. "Hey! What are you doing up? Is Axel awake?" You asked, struggling to take your shoes off. Alden kneeled down to help you.
"He did wake up an hour ago for his bottle but he's fast asleep now."
"Good, good." You leaned a little and ran your hand through his hair. "I'm so so so so happy you're my baby daddy."
Chuckling softly, he got back up and wrapped his arms around your waist. "Thank you for choosing me. You made all my dreams come true." You hugged there for a moment, just enjoying each other. "Let's go to bed, baby mama." He started to carry you, grabbing the baby monitor on the way.
"No sleeping, gimme another baby." He laughed but quickly got cut off as you smashed your mouth on his. He managed to get to the bedroom while you practically assaulting him, holding his face firmly and french kissing him. Of course his body was responding positively. As he put you down on the bed, you dragged him along. He was on top of you and you started to make out. It was long until you felt his erected cock between your legs. You reached for it, forcing your hands under his shorts. "Fuck, baby." He moaned.
"Yes, fuck me daddy."
And he did just that. ~
After freshening up in the bathroom, Alden found you in the nursery, looking over Axel. He hugged you from behind. "Do you really want another?" He asked, cautiously.
"Not necessarily," you admitted. "I mean, if it happens, I'll be very happy but I can't go through the struggles again."
"Okay. We've got him and he's absolutely perfect." You stroked your son's hair one more time before turning around to face your husband.
"He really is." You grabbed his left hand and stared at it for a moment. "This wedding band stays on, Alden. 24/7."
"But--"
"No but. I'm done with women flirting with you cause they assume you're single. You're taken, you're fucking mine. You keep the damn ring on."
Alden stayed silent for a moment. "Jess told you about Doctor Logan, didn't she?" You only looked at him, arms crossed. "Fine, I won't take off my ring ever again." He reached for your wrists and made you uncrossed your arms as he hated when you strike that pose on purpose. He brought you as close as possible to him. "Are you ever going to accept the fact that you're the love of my life? That I rather be single for the rest of my life than with someone else than you? That losing you and now Axel, would absolutely destroy me?"
All you could do was kiss him, but he did saw the tears falling down your cheeks.
A/N: So here's the spicy vampire fic I wasn't going to post. This is nothing spectacular and it’s also just in the spirit of Halloween. Please don’t take this nonsense seriously. Happy belated Halloween for those who celebrate.
Pairing: Alden Parker x F!Vampire!Reader
Summary: You want Parker in more ways than one.
Word count: 2,900
Warnings: 18+ only, Silly vampire stuff, No plot, blood drinking, but in a sensual way, light smut, implied piv, Parker with a vampire kink, swearing.
It had to be a prank. At least that’s what Alden Parker kept telling himself when your team found a Navy officer completely drained of blood. Perhaps it wouldn’t have been such an odd find if he didn’t have two little puncture wounds on his neck. But then again, you’re always avoiding mirrors and hate garlic. Maybe you know a thing or two about how the victim was killed.
“Hey, Countess Dracula, do you know something about this?” Parker threw your way, his green eyes glimmering in your direction. His hands were buried inside his pockets, his feet planted a small distance from each other. He stood with confidence in his gray suit, and you found yourself admiring him briefly.
But like snuffing out a candle, your admiration was quickly forgotten. You pursed your lips disapprovingly, slanting the former FBI agent a glare, “Excuse me?” The team often joked that you were a witch, or a vampire, or some alien from another planet, but honestly, the jokes were starting to make your ire rise.
Alden’s lips curved into an almost impish grin, “I’m teasing you.” He said with a curious glint in his eyes. He gave you a quick once over. “I don’t actually think a vampire did this.” He said before averting his gaze to Jimmy. “What do you think happened?” He asked, his demeanor much more professional now.
Jimmy’s face blanched, his brows creasing as he examined the body. “Honestly, Agent Parker, I’m dumbfounded. I’ve sent samples to Kasie, but I have no idea how this could have happened.”
“You think it was a vampire?” Tim walked in with a lopsided smile on his face. He was joking, of course. But the vampire jokes were starting to make your blood boil. You gritted your teeth and rolled your eyes. “I’ll be at my desk. Come find me when you gentlemen stop believing in fairytales.” You said before turning on your heels to leave.
Parker watched you leave, his eyes gentling on your retreating form. He quickly followed after you—rushing into the elevator before it closed. “I’m sorry. I know the jokes are getting old. I’ll talk to the team. We’ll stop.” He said.
You relented a sigh, your eyes flickering up to meet his. “I would appreciate that.” You said before your eyes fell on his throat. You watched his Adam's apple bob, his veins visible to your naked eye, and his blood almost seemed to call to you like a siren to a sailor at sea. You felt your tongue swipe across your teeth, your eyes darkening as your pupils grew wider. It had been too long and the smell of blood from the navy victim had awakened the monster within. You could feel the beast slowly crawl from your chest—it's dark mist reaching out for the man standing in front of you. It was a temptation like no other, a longing, a need to feel his skin beneath your tongue. His pulse was enough to drive you mad. His heartbeat felt like your own and it took everything in you not to lurch for him and sink your fangs into his neck.
“Hey! Are you listening to me? Are you okay? Y/N!”
You quickly snapped back into reality at the sound of his voice. You forced a smile, “I’m sorry. I was thinking about something.” You said before exhaling a deep breath. If you didn’t gain control of yourself soon, you were afraid you would hurt him, and hurting Parker was the last thing you ever wanted to do.
“I could tell. You left me for a moment. Are you sure you’re okay?” Parker asked, his voice softer than before. You locked eyes with him–pools of green filled with warmth and nothing but concern for you. You found yourself melting under his scrutiny and you smiled.
“I’m fine, Parker. I’m just tired.” And thirsty. You wanted to say, but you kept that bit to yourself.
“Perhaps you should get some rest. I’m sure you have a nice coffin–” He cleared his throat, “Sorry, old habits die hard.”
You chuckled and this surprised him. “I’m not a vampire, Parker. Trust me, if I was, I’d probably drink your blood.” Oh dear God, you may as well just drive a stake through your own heart.
He looked taken aback by this statement. “You mean in general or me specifically?” He asked as he crossed his arms over his chest.
A rush of embarrassment filled your body and you shook your head quickly, “I didn’t mean it like that, I just–” You swallowed, your eyes taking in his throat yet again. Damn, this was getting more difficult by the second. You licked your lips and you could feel the ache of hunger grip at your stomach as your insides burned for release. “I’m just saying. We spend a lot of time together. I would have probably bit you by now.”
Alden blinked at you, “Uh-huh.” He said, “What you’re saying is, hypothetically, my blood doesn’t smell good?” He narrowed his eyes at you and you couldn't tell if he was joking or not. Was he actually offended?
“Where did you get that idea? I never said that.” You said quickly, “I actually find you inebriating.” You quickly regretted your words, wishing more than anything you could take them back. This was worse than a stake through the heart. You wanted to disappear inside a dark dusty room and lock yourself inside a coffin for three hundred years.
His eyes widened in surprise, “Me or my blood?” His heart was beating faster, which wasn’t making your situation any easier. Perhaps you could just drink his blood. You had ways of disposing of the body. Unlike whatever amateur killed that Navy officer.
No. No! You weren’t going to kill Parker.
“Of course…I mean your blood.” Is that what you meant? You admired Parker for a while now, and despite the smell of his blood being an absolute menace, you found yourself wanting him in other ways as well. Against your better judgment, of course.
“How do you know what my blood smells like?” He asked quickly, his eyes looking into yours as if he somehow knew all of your dirty little secrets.
You swallowed again and your fists clenched together tightly, “I uh–” You took a quick breath, your brain reeling as you spiraled downward. You had to think of something. Anything. Parker would think you’re insane if you gave him any reason to think you were serious about his blood, but you also didn’t want him to know—
“I want you.” You blurted through the panic. It was your only option..
The older man stared at you. A plethora of emotions flickered in his eyes. “You what?”
Your insides were trembling and your voice shaky as you spoke, “I want you.” You repeated.
He stood in silence for what felt like an entirety. You were sure you would turn to stone as you waited for him to say something. “Please. Say something. Anything.”
“You want me?”
“Isn’t that what I just said?” You snapped, your patience growing thin. Your hunger was immeasurable, and now it was mingled with a new temptation. One that was dangerous at a time like this. Parker had no idea how in danger he truly was. He was your prey, and you were a monster lurking in the shadows.
The monster hiding under his bed.
But that didn’t stop him. Not at all. He seized your face in his hands and you found your back pushed against the wall. His lips covered yours and he kissed you with everything he had. It was mind-blowing, soul-stealing, and you felt your legs grow weak beneath you. His hands dipped under your shirt, wanting to feel your skin beneath his fingertips. You moaned against his mouth just before he released your lips to plant soft kisses down your neck.
“Parker–” His name escaped your lips along with the breath you were holding. Your chest was tight, and you tried hard not to breathe him in. He was too close and your hunger was growing wilder by the minute. You growled before gripping the back of his neck and kissing him hard on the mouth, your tongue sweeping across his lower lip.
Then he pulled back, his eyes staring into yours with a hunger that was almost as monstrous as your own. His pulse was raging in your head and you found your fangs wanting to emerge at the sight of his exposed neck. He pulled back from you, breathless and disheveled.
“Meet me tonight.” Was all he said before turning to leave the elevator. You watched as he walked away. You were tempted to reel him back in and sate the hunger deep inside you, but that would have to wait.
Tonight you would take what you wanted.
The remainder of the evening was painful. You couldn’t concentrate on the case and everything your teammates said went in one ear and out of the other. Finally the moon filled the sky as the night covered the navy yard with a blanket of stars. Parker had left, deciding they would pick up the case again tomorrow. The team reached a dead end. You knew exactly what killed your navy officer, but it wasn’t as if you could tell them that.
You debated whether you were going to meet Parker or not. You avoided his gaze the remainder of the day, and he did the very same. It wasn’t easy keeping away from him, but now that it was time to meet, you felt fear take hold of you. You wanted Parker in more ways than one, and you weren’t sure which hunger would win tonight.
But despite your better judgment, you found yourself at his door.
“Do you need to talk about this? Or should we pick up where we left off?” He asked. It was gentlemanly of him to ask, but you weren’t in the mood for conversation.
“No talking. More kissing.” He grinned before pulling you inside his apartment and crashed his lips to yours. You both fumbled down the hallway and toward his bedroom before you found your back pressed into the mattress with the weight of his body on top of yours. His kisses grew slower, more intimate as he cradled the back of your head with his hand. He pulled back to look at you, his green eyes searching your face. “You’re beautiful, you know. I always thought, but never knew–” He started to ramble but his words died in his throat as your lips silenced him, moving desperately against his.
“Didn’t I say no talking?” You murmured against his mouth.
“Last I checked, I’m the boss.” He whispered, moaning as your tongue entered his mouth. He opened his mouth to you, giving you better access. Your hands threaded through his hair, your fingers lightly scratching against his scalp. This moment was surreal. You never thought you’d end up in bed with Agent Parker of all people. But all because of one little slip-up, you were going to end up having sex with him. Well, at least you hoped that’s what you were going to do.
Your slowly protruding fangs had other plans for you tonight, but you were fighting the urge with everything you had. Parker was off-limits. You could never hurt him.
Just the thought slowed your kisses. Your mouth moved gently against his, treating his lips as if they were delicate, like a petal from a rose. You pulled back just a hair, your eyes searching his. “Do we really want to do this?” You asked suddenly.
“I do.” He was honest, his voice earnest in his response, “Do you?”
You exhaled a shaky breath, your hand moving to touch his face lightly. You traced the contours of his cheeks before swiping your thumb over his brow bone, over the shell of his ear before running your fingers through his hair. You could feel your eyes gentle over his face and he shivered under your tender touch.
You didn’t just want him, you cared for him.
He frowned, his eyes flitting across your face as if to understand the sudden mood shift, “Are you okay?” You didn’t say anything. You cupped his face in your hands and pulled him down to your lips. Parker took your actions as the go-ahead and he reached down for the hem of your shirt and slowly pulled it from your body.
Your clothing ended up in a heap on the floor along with his suit.
After a thorough exploration of your body, Parker had you in his lap, your knees straddling his hips with his arms twisted around you. Your chest was touching his, his skin hot against your cool flesh. You had your hand wrapped around him, enticing small moans of pleasure with every stroke.
He gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your skin , lifting you enough to center your body with his. You allowed him to lower you on top of him, your body now taking the place of your hand. You moaned as he completely filled you.
His lips danced across your shoulders as he guided you against him, your hips rocking gently into his. You stifled a moan and buried your face in the crook of his neck. With every thrust, you felt your insides quiver. There was a tightness building up in the pit of your stomach, and you found it hard to breathe. Your nose brushed against his neck, his pulse beating like a drum, calling and beckoning to be bitten.
The hunger grew relentless. Parker was gentle in the way he made love to you, but with every rock of his hips against yours, your thirst got stronger. Your lips pressed against his pulse as if to test the waters. You pressed wet kisses along the length of his neck before you reached his throat. He lifted his chin, giving you access to his throat and you allowed your tongue to flicker across his exposed skin. You felt your end near and your breathing grew faster, your eyes darker, and the darkness within began to encase both of you and your fangs emerged from their hiding place, scraping lightly against his delicate flesh.
You whimpered, but it wasn’t just from the pleasure, it was from the mere thought of sinking your teeth into his skin. “Parker, I can’t–”
“It’s okay.” He shushed you gently, his grip on you tightening as the two of you slowly rocked into ecstasy. As soon as you felt the euphoric bliss of pleasure mingled with his own release, the monster within was released as well. The beast took hold of you and your mouth closed over his neck.
He cried out the moment your fangs sunk into his skin. “Wha–what the hell?” He gripped your body close, his muscles tensing beneath you as you grasped at the hairs behind his neck, tilting his head back enough to feed.
He was trembling beneath your endeavors, unable to move or process what was happening. His blood tasted refined, almost as if you were given a priceless aged wine from the most prestigious winery.
You could feel him grow colder under your grasp, his breathing shallow, and before you could completely drain him, you pulled back. Your hunger sated enough to meet the guilt that now loomed over you. “Alden I—” You could see blood trickling down from two newly made puncture wounds.
“Did you just drink my blood?” He asked in a whisper and you were thankful he didn’t lose consciousness yet.
“Yes.”
There was silence. Only a groan or two as he tried to keep from falling over. You kept a firm grip on him before taking his face in your hands, your eyes meeting his. He looked at you not only in confusion but with something akin to betrayal or was it lust?
“Well damn. You are a vampire.” He said suddenly, as if everything made sense now.
“Uh-huh.” You sighed.
You watched his lashes flutter as he processed your admission, “You just fucking drank my blood.” He gripped your waist, pulling your body flush against his.
“I know, I’m sorry.”
His brows furrowed, “Did you kill that Navy officer?”
You shook your head, your eyes pleading for him to believe you, “No. No, Alden I swear I didn’t.”
His voice lowered softly, “Were you planning to kill me?”
You were wrong. The pained look in his eyes was worse than a stake through the heart. “I could never.” You thumbed his jaw line, your fingers lightly brushing over his beard. “Please believe me.”
But he silenced you this time with his mouth covering yours. He kissed you hard and with a new hunger you recognized because it was a hunger that mirrored your own. He wasn’t angry. Shocked perhaps, but he wasn’t angry at all. Judging by the way you felt his arousal against your stomach, you could only conclude that Agent Parker discovered he had a vampire kink.
You smirked, tilting your head down to lick the blood from his neck.
“Will you do it again?” He asked, although there was still a slight quiver in his voice. He kept your body pressed against him as you licked the remainder of blood.
You hummed against him, pulling back to look at him, “I took enough from you tonight. Any more and I could kill you.” You caressed his face, “But there is always tomorrow.” You grinned, your fangs exposed and willing.
He shivered, before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. He pulled back suddenly, his brow bouncing curiously, “Wait. Do you actually sleep in a coffin?” He scoffed in disbelief, “Should I start keeping garlic on me?”
You only rolled your eyes before reeling him back in, “Shut up before I bite you again.”
“Oh, please do.” He said against your mouth, his tongue lightly teasing the point of your fangs.
Hello! another fic here! this time with Parker. I've fallen in love with the guy, so do enjoy. <3
Word count: 2407
Overview: Late night trip back to DC, staying in a hotel when things get hot.
Warning: Smut. A lot of it. 18+
Honestly not proof read but do enjoy!
It was a long night on the road heading back to NCIS, with it being completely pitch black and cold outside, you and Parker had agreed to grab a place for the night so you could both catch up on sleep and be awake for the rest of the journey tomorrow.
You opened the door to the only room you could get your hands on. “I’ll take the sofa thing-” you walked over to the sofa bed and placed your bag down.
“Nuh uh- you take the bed; you’ve done a lot of work today and need the good night sleep” Parker suggested.
“Really? Says the man that literally chased a guy 4 blocks” you quipped back.
The two of you stood there staring at each other. It was true, you had both had an exhausting day of catching criminals and the driving just didn’t help the fact. Parker put his hands on his hips. “Take the bed” his face deadpan staring at you.
“Either you take the bed or neither of us do” you responded, not acknowledging him staring at you.
“We’re both responsible adults- how bout we just share the bed? Its big enough” Parker suggested, you turned around and shrugged. “Which side do you want?”
Parker shook his head. “Just pick your side and I’ll go on the other one” You put your hands up in surrender, the pair of you could have gone on all night, who’s having the bed, which side, how many pillows, who hogs the blanket. But you both caved because you were both admittedly too tired to care.
You headed into the bathroom to clean up and wind down for the night, brushing your teeth and going to the loo, when you came back into the room, you were wearing your pj’s, you got into bed on your preferred side and got comfortable. “Damn why is it so cold?” You asked shivering under the blanket and pulling it right over you. “Its winter” Parker replied as he got on his side, he however was wearing a nice grey t-shirt with his boxers, how he wasn’t cold surpassed you.
After an hour of sleep or so, you woke up absolutely shivering cold, you got up and used the loo again while you were awake, you came back into the room and grabbed the jumper that Parker had been wearing earlier, it was quite thick so hopefully it would keep you warm. “Sorry parker” you thought to yourself as you put it on and then got back in bed.
You curled up with a pillow and tried to get back to sleep, albeit a little warmer with Parker’s jumper. He in the meantime had taken off his t-shirt because he got too warm. “You alright?” a voice peeped up, Parker, still awake. You turned over to see him looking at you.
“Freezing cold” you said with a shake in your voice. You tried closing your eyes again to go back to sleep. “Is that my jumper?” Parker asked recognising it in the dark somehow. You hummed in response, not opening your eyes.
“Well, if you’re so cold come cool me down, I’m roasting” Parker suggested, hoping you’d come lay closer to him. You caved, you needed all the heat you could get, you shuffled over to Parker, resting your head on his chest and cuddling him, his arms wrapped around you. “Better?” he asked quietly, again you just hummed in response. You closed your eyes and began feeling yourself warming up ever so slightly.
You moved your head slightly to look at Parker who was looking at you. You shared each other’s gaze for a while, not saying anything, it wasn’t awkward, you were surprised. You hadn’t realised but you were both leaning in towards each other. Your lips brushing, feeling each other’s breath on your lips. Your hand that was on Parker’s torso began slowly moving up towards his chest, your lips touched firmly, a slightly quiet moan escaping both of you as the kiss began, Parker moved his hand from your waist and began moving it up your back, pulling you ever so closer. Your hand moved from his chest to his hair, making a mess of it as you kissed. You moved a leg so it was over Parker’s.
Parker had a hand on your cheek, kissing you ever so passionately but gently, you let out a moan in the kiss which only spurred him on more. Without the both of you realising, both of your hips were making movement. With your hand still in Parker’s hair you began to lean back and rest you back on the bed, while bringing Parker closer to you, he got the memo, he placed himself over you ever so slightly, still kissing you, he made his move, his hand started trailing down from your cheek to your breasts. He stopped for a moment and parted his lips from yours, you made a slight groan as he pulled away.
“Are you okay with this?” Parker asked, being very attentive and making sure you wanted to go further. “Yes!” you breathlessly replied, pulling his lips back to yours. He needed nothing else, his hand going down to your waist and under your tops. His hand made its way back up, his hands were very gentle, he placed his hand on your breast, he perked up even more when he realised you weren’t wearing a bra. You let out a slight groan “oh- Parker” you let out. His hand made its way back down from your breast and down to your waistband.
“Alden-” he corrected you, his voice soft, his hand making its way under your waistband and below, the slight coldness of his hand made you tingle, your hips thrusted up making his fingers touch you, he made circles on your clit before slowly inserting one of his fingers, he gently moved his finger in and out before inserting another, your eyes closed as your head went back into your pillow. “Alden...” you let out in a whisper. Your hands moved from the back of his head to his cheeks.
Alden pulled his fingers out of you as he kissed you, he inserted his fingers in your mouth, you sucked your juice off his fingers and then he kissed you. He placed himself in between your legs, his bulge against your entrance. He placed his arms under your back and pulled you up close to him, sitting you up, he pulled off his jumper and your top at the same time, revealing your bare chest, he held you close to him, he gently placed you back on the bed and towered over you, kissing you, his kissed made their way from your lips down to your chest, peppering kissed all the way down until he got to your breasts. He licked and sucked your breast as he squoze them, he hummed against your breast. You let out little noises of pleasure, your hands back in his hair, gripping it in your hands.
Alden slowly made his way down from your breasts, still giving them a squeeze as he made his way to your waist. He pulled at your waistband; you lifted up slightly so he could pull them off. He threw your bottoms off the bed and got back to business, he kissed your thighs and got closer and closer to your entrance, he began exploring you with his tongue, you had a grip of his hair, directing him where to go, his tongue entered you, your grip got a bit tighter and you let out a moan.
He hummed against you as he explored you, your hips moving to get maximum pleasure. “Alden, oh my god-” he hit the spot he kept going, going a little faster, making you make so many noises. Hearing them turned him on even more, he had a little more fun and then came back up to you. Kissing you with everything he had, his bulge against you, you wrapped your legs around his waist and let go of his hair as he kissed you and grabbed the waistband of his boxers, palming his hard from the outside of his boxers, he groaned in the kiss.
Your hand made its way into his boxers, taking a hold of his hard made him groan loudly, his head whipping back, his eyes squeezed shut. You began stroking his cock, touching the tip with your thumb, that made his quiver. “Fuck- (Y/n)” you sat up and moved back slightly when Alden sat up, you pulled down his boxers and let out his cock, before he knew it, you were going down on him, excited noises coming from the back of his throat, you took him whole, his hand rested on your head, guiding you into a rhythm as he gently thrusted himself in your mouth. You moaned against his throbbing hard on, sending vibrations through his body. You slowly pulled yourself away and began kissing around his cock as you stroked him, his head moving back again.
When he regained his strength, he leaned down and kissed you, tasting himself in your mouth. His lips parted from yours. “I want you Alden” you breathed out against his lips. He wanted to take you right there and then, but without protection he wouldn’t. He got off the bed and picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist, your arms around his neck, his hands on your ass. He kissed you while he made his way over to the sofa bed where his bag was, he placed you down for a moment while he looked in his bag, while he was leant over you kissed his hard, distracting him, he very quickly found some protection, he ripped open the wrapper there and then, he began fiddling trying to put it on, once he had the condom on he picked you back up and placed you on the edge of the bed, you were sat in front of him, he kissed you gently as he placed himself against you, you reached down, holding his cock and placed him against your entrance.
Alden slowly entered you; he moved in and out very slowly to get you comfortable and then he began picking up the pace, finding his rhythm, you both moaned lightly as you lay back against the bed, Alden leant down and kissed you as he thrusted but the pair of you were making so much noise your lips could barely stay together. “Al...den” you loudly moaned. Alden picked up his pace, you were fully taking him. He loved it when you shouted his name, it enticed him. His head was in you neck, biting and kissing you neck. “Lay down” you whispered in his ear.
Alden didn’t need telling twice, he pulled out of you and climbed onto the bed, laying on his back in the centre of the bed. You straddled him, placing his cock inside of you, taking the lead, you moved your hips against him, leading him to hit his head into the pillows, his hands landed on your ass, squeezing it tightly, he took over the lead, he thrusted himself inside of you, pulling you against him, your chests touching, he wrapped his arms around you and fucked you, hard. Both letting out noises and words that didn’t make sense, “Yes!” you let out, you placed your head in his neck, kissing him and moaning his name. he picked up his pace, fucking you with everything he had.
You were both coming to your climax, Alden turned you over and placed you on your back, he was towering over you as he finished, kissing you all over. He finished inside of you gasping as he did, “baby-” he whispered. He could see you were almost there but not quite; he fucked you a bit harder with everything he had left as you started moaning loudly “Alden- yes! I’m-” Alden pulled out of you and moved his head down to clean you up, you came in his mouth as he sucked and finished you off, his hand on your breast, your hands in his hair. Once he cleaned you up, his lips made their way back to your lips. He lay down beside you, kissing you and holding you close to him.
“you’re perfect” he said in between kisses. “Have you warmed up?” he asked with a smirk. “Yes- thank you Alden-” you responded with a smile. Alden had a smirk laying across his face, he was very obviously proud of himself, he got off the bed and headed into the bathroom, grabbing a towel and wetting it with warm water. You were confused when he left the room but he came back and cleaned you and himself up.
The pair of you managed to get comfortable again and settled, you cuddled up to each other, he held you close, you rested a hand on his beard, stroking that until you both fell asleep. Neither of you had realised until you woke up the next morning.
Both of your phones were going crazy, Alden picked his up while you were asleep. “Parker” he whispered. It was the team wondering where the two of you were, Alden handled it and then ended the call. Neither of you had moved in your sleep during the night so your head was on Alden’s chest. He placed a kiss to your forehead and moved your hair out of your face.
“Good morning sweet” Alden said quietly as you began to wake up, you ‘buried’ your head more in his chest, you were sleepy and didn’t want the night to end. You looked at him. “Good morning, Alden” you mumbled. The two of you just shared a stare. Alden placed a kiss on your lips, your body tingled like it did the night before. “Well, that puts the rumour to rest” Alden said. You looked at him with a smirk.
The chemistry you and Alden had at NCIS made everyone thinking you were dating, either that, or sleeping together. “When we get back to DC, I’m making you dinner” you told him. He pecked your lips with a smile. “I can’t wait”
The pair of you got dressed and headed out, getting in the car and driving the rest of the way back home. The next few days were going to be interesting.
“He may have loved you first but he loves me now” with Gibbs
You stood toe to toe with the older red head as she accused you of being a husband stealer and a whore. You felt like slapping the bitch but as you bit your tongue and took a deep breath you thought of something better to say, with a smile on your face and a gleam in your eye you looked up at the woman who was clearly delusional and said
“He may have loved you first but he loves me now, and he will never ever be yours ever again. Not in this life time and not in the next, now kindly please leave me, my fiancé and our children alone”. You watch as she stands there flabbergasted before she turns around and storms back down the footpath towards her car. You turn around and close the door seeing Jethro standing in the hallway with your six month old daughter Kaylie in his arms and your eight year son Michael standing next to him. He hands Kaylie to Michael before making his way over to you and placing a kiss on your lips as his arms wrap around your waist
“That was such a turn on baby” he whispers against your ear and you beam at him before placing a kiss on his lips and reach around to squeeze his bottom
“Well I've got to protect what's mine” you say with a wink before dragging him with you back into the lounge where you resume the movie that you had been watching with Michael and Jethro, Kaylie nestled in your arms as she falls asleep against your chest.
Summary: The reader reflects on her love for Alden and her life with and without him.
Genre and warnings: Romance; Some fluff; angst; hurt no comfort; mentions of possible character death; my lack of proofreading; implied age gap
Word Count: 1.8k
A/N: I’ve been a bit in my feelings all week and writing is my outlet. So this story is a bit sad, but I may write a part two with a happy ending.
Alden tended to his many plants all while you sat next to a heap of his books on the green leather couch. Alden would pick them up when company was expected, but soon after the entire left side would become a resting place for half-read encyclopedias. The sun had set, and even though the room was well-lit, it was darker without the sun beaming inside. Rain poured heavily against the windows as thunder shook the glass panes. You tore your gaze from your book to rove the length of the window. You could make out the moon shining down through a rift of dark clouds against the flash of vivid lighting. Parker didn’t seem phased by the storm, and you found yourself watching him instead of the dreary scene just outside his apartment.
You allowed your novel to remain in your lap, pages going unread as your attention was better suited for the older man before you. You silently watched him, taking in everything about him. His brows were furrowed and his lips parted slightly. In time you realized that was the expression he made when concentrating on either work or one of his many hobbies. He blinked, the crinkles around his eyes moving slightly just as they did when he smiled at you. You loved every line on his face and imagined tracing each one like constellations in a clear night sky.
You felt your heart twist in your chest with love for him that felt more like ships sinking in calamitous waters rather than open fields of wildflowers and sunny blue skies. Your relationship felt windless, yet you knew under the surface your feelings were cataclysmic. You were a dangerous duo, both willing to do anything for the other, and there wasn't a mountain you wouldn’t move or a city you wouldn’t burn just to be near him. You knew you and Alden weren’t special. You were just raindrops in three inches of rain, yet he was your entire ocean and sky, and judging by the way he looked at you–touched you, you knew you were just as important to him as he was to you.
His eyes flickered curiously as he examined the new sprout of lavender he planted just for you. The purple hue stood out against the many shades of green in the room: from the green couch beneath you to the large ficus in the corner. Of course, one would expect to find green in a greenhouse, but even so, your favorite shade of green was the one that looked into your eyes every night. Alden’s eyes were as stormy as the clouds above you, and a shade of green like you’ve never seen before, not even in his greenhouse. Perhaps they were closer to something in the wild, something like evergreens, but then even the deep rich shade of a fir tree couldn’t compare to his eyes.
He must have felt the weight of your gaze because he turned to look at you, and you felt your heart momentarily stop. The rain and thunder took a backseat, and all that was left was your shaky breath and the sound of Alden’s voice soothing you gently.
“You know. Some would say it’s rude to stare.” He said lightly as a gentle smile reached his face. He put down the lavender plant and walked over to you. He reached down, his finger curling under your chin. “You okay?” He asked. Like a warm hug, the softness in his voice was ataractic. You loved when he spoke to you in such a way. As if he saved that low register only for you and no one else.
Your eyes softened, your body breaking out into goosebumps. Just from one little touch of his finger, you felt your defenses crumbling down and you melted into his touch. He moved to sit on the coffee table across from you and leaned forward, placing his hands on your knees. He gazed into your eyes, “What’s on your mind, my love?”
My love. It was such a simple endearment, yet held so much weight. You swallowed back your emotions and exhaled a soft sigh. You covered his hands with yours, lacing your fingers through his. “I was just thinking,” You began with a small smile, “I’ve dreamed of this place. This little oasis where everything outside just vanishes into nothing. Like a safe haven.”
A curious glimmer reached his eyes, “And my greenhouse is that place?”
You hummed a non-committal sound and moved the book aside before seizing his face in your hands, “Yes, I’ve fantasized about it many times," You paused, searching his eyes, "and of you. I didn’t know it was you at the time, but someone like you.”
Alden’s green eyes gentled, and you could see the love he held for you in his gaze. When your fingers brushed over his jawline, he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes and basking in your gentle caresses. You both cherished moments such as this one; moments where the outside world ceased to exist and all that was left was your raptly beating hearts. You loved watching him react to you, just as much as he enjoyed the way you melted under his fervent gaze. He moved to sit beside you, his arms circling your waist and pulling you against his chest. You rested your head against him, and you could feel the beats of his heart vibrating against your ear. You smiled and closed your eyes, soaking in the respite his embrace seemed to offer.
“I thought of you many times before too.” He said, “My marriage failed, I lost love before and after. And even when I thought I was happy, I felt alone. But there was one woman I thought of every night, one that left an ache in my chest. She felt so close yet so far.” He released a soft sigh, his chest rising and falling, “And now I know she was you.”
You tilted your head back, looking up at him a moment before burying your face into his neck. You pressed your lips against his warm skin. Your kisses were small and gentle, barely a brush of your lips, yet they still elicited a moan from him. Your fingers worked the first few buttons of his shirt, and you trailed open-mouth kisses down the cavity of his chest. He gripped the back of your neck, lifting your head to meet his gaze. You stared at him–his face flushed and his lips parted in awe at you. He pulled you toward him and pressed his lips to yours. His arms tightened around you and he pulled you flush against his chest. What started on the couch ended up in the bedroom only moments later. Your clothes ended up in a heap on the floor and you pulled him into you–his body heat like fire against your already burning skin. You made love that night. It was filled with passion, yet gentler than ever before. You took your time with each other, memorizing every touch, and every kiss as if you were inventing something new, something no one ever experienced before. You traced the contours of his face, memorizing every little line like a map to a most sacred treasure.
Thunder rattled the window and you were pulled from your thoughts. The greenhouse was dark, the only light was the bright lighting and half-hidden moon sifting through the large windows. You held Alden’s grey hoodie close to your chest and buried your face into it. Your tears bled into the material that smelt so much like him. Your chest constricted tightly and it felt as if someone had pulled you beneath deep murky waters. You didn’t know which way was up or which way was down and you didn't bother trying to find your way. You couldn’t breathe, yet you were still sitting there in the darkened room with nothing but the sound of the brewing storm outside to keep you company. This was no longer a safe haven, it was no longer shielding you from the outside world. It was just a reminder of how cruel the world truly was. You knew Alden’s job was dangerous. You knew the risks he took every single day, yet you never thought you’d hear the words, “He’s missing. We can’t find him.”
That rainy night in the greenhouse where you watched him, where your kisses led you to his bedroom where he loved you so thoroughly was the last night you saw him. It was the last time you ever touched him, and the memory replayed over and over in your head every time you sat here. The storm wasn’t helping either. It was stormy that night too, but the storm was a depiction of how deeply you loved him, now it was just a reminder of his absence.
You wanted to move. There was a dull ache in the pit of your stomach, and your throat felt dry. You refused to eat, drink, or do anything but stare out the window until he returned to you. Two weeks. Two weeks of this hell, and the team was starting to lose hope. They wanted to believe he was captured, that he was still alive, but with every loose end, they considered calling it quits and presume him dead. The thought brought forth gut-wrenching sobs that left you gasping for air.
You tried to keep his plants alive, but you didn’t have a green thumb like your lost love. As if the plants knew their caretaker was gone, they refused to thrive under your watchful eye. You watered them and kept the temperature exactly how Alden liked it, but no matter how hard you tried the green was starting to turn brown before your eyes. You cried for them. Cried for his stupid plants. You felt it was a sign. You wanted to keep them alive, because maybe if they survived that meant he did too. It was silly, but it's all you had to hold onto. And now that they were wilting away in front of you, you felt maybe he was gone too.
Every little thing reminded you of him. The sound of birds in the morning made you angry, the smell of something sweet made your stomach churn, and the ever growing sprout of spring flowers made you want to bury yourself away until winter came. Winter was much more fitting for your heart that felt frozen just as you were frozen in time, waiting for Alden to walk through the door like he did two weeks ago.
You fell back against the couch, curling into a ball, and clung to his hoodie for dear life, as if was him you were holding. You thought to move away because Alden’s memory haunted every corner of the apartment, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to leave. You were still living in the memory of two weeks before when he was standing there tending to the lavender – when his face was in your hands, when his lips were pressed to yours in a gentle kiss. Now dust collected on the table where the lavender sat and the bed where you made love was barren and cold like a wasteland. Everything you built together had crumbled down and you were left in the rubble with no one left to save you.
But you didn’t want to be saved. You were sad, but you were also angry. Angry at him. He left you, and there was nothing left for you to do but wait for him. And you would wait forever. Your love was everlasting even in the dead of your winter, your love for him was as vibrant as the green in his eyes.
Gibbs coming home to see his significant other crying with absolutely no reason
“Y/N, sweetheart I'm home” he calls as he makes his way into the house, hanging up his coat and kicking off his shoes before making his way further into the house. When he makes his way into the lounge his heart breaks as he sees you sitting on the couch, sobbing your heart out as you hold yourself tightly. He rushes to your side and wraps you in his warm embrace, you immeadiately rest your head on his shoulder but the tears just don't seem to stop. He asks you what's wrong and you can't even answer him as you don't even know why or how the tears started. He just holds you close to him as you begin to calm down and the tears begin to subside. He tries asking you again when your calm and as you say
“I don't know” tears spring to your eyes again and your right back at stage one. Jethro just holds you, whispering words of care and reassurances in your ear before a thought pops into your head. The last time you had had such emotions spring out of nowhere was when you had fallen pregnant about four years ago before you'd suffered a second trimester miscarriage, one of the most heartbreaking experiences of your life, and one of the things that had only made your relationship with your husband stronger than it had ever been before.
“No, it can't be!” you gasp, jumping up and running up to the en suite that was connected to yours and Jethro's bedroom. You rummage through the cupboard before finding what your looking for, and when you see it you slam the bathroom door shut and take the test, before placing it on the counter and washing your hands as you wait for the results. You're biting your nails anxiously, before you hear Jethro's voice calling out to you through the door
“Sweetheart, is everything okay? What's happening?” he asks and your about to reply when the small buzzer that you'd set rings out and you hold your breath as you take a look at the pregnancy test. Positive 6+ weeks, it reads and you gasp before you make your way over to the door and open it, holding the pregnancy test in front of you to show Jethro. He looks at it before he gasps and says
“You're? We're? Are you really?” he asks and you nod looking at the test again
“Yeah we are baby” you say happily and he chuckles, throwing his arms around you and pulling you into his warm embrace again, kissing your lips tenderly before he whispers
“I love you so much sweetheart” you can't help but crash your lips against his again before you whisper
“I love you to the end of the world and back baby” you say and he chuckles as he rests his forehead against yours as he looks down at your belly and places his hands there
Can you do a b99 Halloween heist on NCIS team (Gibbs')?
Halloween, the most interesting time of the year. Being a member of team Gibbs was always fun and challenging but when it came to Halloween it was the best. You always had an interesting case, add to the fact that you had the annual heist that would see who the new best special agent/genius was going to be and it was your favourite holiday. However this year, you had teamed up with Tony and McGee to help you win the crown and propose to Gibbs your boyfriend of four years. It was nearing midnight which meant that you were making your way to the interrogation room. You knew from the reports that Tony was giving you that Gibbs was still ten minutes away which would give you enough time to get things set up. When it had become clear to you about three months ago that Gibbs wasn't going to take the next step, even though you and Gibbs were secure and happy in your relationship you had set out to find the best way to surprise the man of your dreams and propose. Setting the bouquet of flowers on the table and pushing play on the tape you straightened out your dress just as you received a message from Tony saying that Gibbs was making his way towards you. Getting down on one knee, you take a deep breath as you hear the steps getting closer and the click of the lock as the door opens.
“Surprise!” you say when you see the bright blue eyes and salt and pepper hair enter the room, you watch as his jaw drops when he notices the position your in and you smile nervously as you say
“Leroy Jethro Gibbs, I know that we've been through a lot, you've made me a better person and continue to see the best in me even when I struggle to see that in myself. I love you, Jethro, with every inch of who I am and I, would give anything to spend the rest of our lives together, both on and off the job where we can be together for eternity. So, will you do the honour of marrying me?”. You watch the many different emotions flash across his face before he's taking a couple of steps towards you and he'd dropped to his knees in front of you.
“Of course I will marry you Y/N” he says and you lean closer placing a kiss on his lips before placing the engagement ring on his finger, he looks at the simple band before he places a kiss on your lips, it's soft and caring and you know that at this moment your future together is looking a whole lot brighter because you have the love of your life to share it with.
