Thread: NCIS Duty & Service D/s {randomname98766789 & AnnaBeth Belle}

At work they were strictly hands off. Even when they were more or less alone, or completely alone, Ellie and Joshua didn't so much as hold hands or brush fingers across each other's body. They didn't even hug, which had it not been for the distraction of the job and the concentration and multitasking it required, well it would have been an absolute torture. Once she'd met Joshua, had fallen in love with him, Ellie couldn't bear to be around him and not be touching. In the heat of a DC summer when the AC was not working right, they'd suffer the sweat of sleeping together, Ellie's head pillowed on Joshua's arm or chest, just to be as close as possible. It was as if their touches, their caresses, meant more to them than the sex appointments that Ellie had actually put in their shared calendar on their phones. While Joshua talked and stroked her hair and skin, Ellie kept staring at the bag. From time to time she'd raise the glass of merlot and sip deeply, not even really tasting it but desperate for the alcohol to work its magic like her boyfriend's fingers were. I know you won't hurt me, honey, she said. Just like I know that the sun will come up tomorrow. I know that here, Ellie said and tapped her head, and here, her hand repeated the gesture over her heart, but down here? Palm flat on her tummy, Ellie slowly shook her head side to side, the almost empty glass of merlot sloshing side to side. It doesn't feel good, Joshua. Setting the glass on the table , Ellie crossed her arms in front of her to grab the hem of the shirt she was wearing, a black t-shirt with NCIS on the breast, and uncrossed her arms, pulling it over her head. Beneath it she wore a plain cream colored padded bra. Ellie sighed and leaned into Joshua, dragging one of his large hands around to rest on the upper part of her back, palm flat to her skin. That feels good, she said into his chest, her head tucked beneath his chin. A cool hand slipped under Joshua's t-shirt and found the smooth muscles of his abdomen and stopped there. I've been thinking about you touching me all day. I hate that we can't even hug at work. They could, really, but Ellie was such a stickler for the rules that it was never going to happen. Ever. When Joshua finished talking about pickles and BDSM, Ellie sat still for several minutes, processing all of it. He'd learned she often needed the time to reflect, to dig into what she'd heard and what it meant when it came to their relationship. Joshua? She pulled her head off his chest and moved her hands to hold one of his in both of hers. Pickle. Sure. Okay. I understand that. What I don't understand is you said that you wanted to explore this and it will let you say you love me in a different way. I- her dark, thick brows crept together near the middle of her forehead as she narrowed her eyes and looked upset. I love you, Joshua Mitchell. And I know you love me. We're in love, she said, emphasizing her words and voice getting slightly louder. And I'm never going to stop loving you. Ever. But... it hurts a little bit when you say you've wanted this. Why didn't you ask me? She knew why. She wasn't comfortable with sex, never had been. Ellie would have sex with Joshua, but just that. Just normal straight forward no nonsense sex. Nothing kinky. Well once, on his birthday, she'd let him turn her over onto her hands and knees and he'd gotten behind her like a dog, but she'd been anxious the whole time and that had kept her from enjoying it even the little bit she normally did. It's because of me, isn't it? I'm sorry, honey. I am. I want to be so good to you, and if this is what you need to love me? If it is? I'll...do it for you. Not just for the case but for you.