Title: Crash and Burn

Author: Mindy

See chapter one for rating, disclaimer et al.

A/N: This is a short chapter to finish off a long story. If you wanna read the adult version, you know what to do. Thanks all for reading and for your patience. I know I took longer than usual with this one, but I appreciate you sticking with me and sending in your reveiews. Love, M.

Epilogue

There was never any question where they would spend their honeymoon. They both fell in love with Bora Bora instantly and, in their three-week stay, they've eagerly fulfilled each and every fantasy they'd both imagined about their magical island paradise.

They chose to stay in an over-water bungalow on one of the smaller islands. They wanted to feel as secluded and free as possible. For the first few days, they slopped around their open, earthy little habitat, rarely making it far out of bed.

When they did go outside, they didn't venture too far. They took lazy walks down soft, white stretches of beach, then raced each other back, ripping off their clothes as soon as they tumbled indoors again.

They made slow love on the floor as tropical rain pelted onto the roof above and a sultry breeze swept in from outside. They sat in silence on the dock and gazed out over crystal clear ocean, Kate tucked under Gibbs' arm and their feet dangling into the water below.

They fought over the best deckchair, massaged each other's feet in the bathtub, ate every last thing in the over-priced minibar and wore each other's clothes. Gibbs looked particularly striking in the pink and green sarong Kate's mother had given her especially for the honeymoon.

During their second week, they became a little less reclusive and a little more proactive, trying out some of the different activities that were on offer. They went sailing, fed sharks, learnt to snorkel and even ventured as far as the other islands close by for dinner.

In their final week, they are feeling very much at home, having adapted quickly to island lifestyle. They have settled into a loose routine involving sleeping, eating, swimming, making love and sun baking – although not necessarily in that order. One activity seems always to take highest precedence.

Gibbs looks around at the glittering lagoon they discovered on their morning walk and carefully wades into the turquoise water. Tall palms and fantastic ferns lean over the little bay, sheltering the red and yellow flowers that populate the water's edge. A large waterfall sprinkles lavishly downward, creating a hypnotic whisper that diffuses the humid air.

The sky is clear and blue and the water beautifully warm. Gibbs wades in further and further, feeling the water creep up his thighs and the soft sand between his toes. He holds his breath as he sneaks up on Kate who is floating on her back in the middle of the water, eyes closed, totally at peace.

Soundlessly, he ducks under the water and swims closer. From beneath the surface, he can easily spot her figure through the glassy water. He reaches out, hesitating a moment before he grabs an ankle and tugs sharply.

Kate shrieks and goes under, her body flailing briefly and her surprise muted by the water. Gibbs stands up, grinning as he watches her pull her feet under her and stand up, her hair tangled and her hands tugging at the top of her white bikini.

"Hey!!" she reprimands, smoothing her hair away from her face as he laughs: "Not funny."

"A little funny," he admits as she slaps him wetly on the shoulder.

"You gave me a fright," she mutters huffily, scowling up at him.

He reaches out and pulls her close to him. Kate reluctantly slips her arms around his neck, floating against him.

"Did you think I was a sea monster?" he asks teasingly.

"No," she sulks, lightly kicking his shins beneath the water.

"A pirate?" he asks amusedly.

"No," she pouts, peering up at him.

He lifts his brows: "A merman?"

Kate giggles: "Nooo."

He shrugs and hugs her tighter to his chest. "What can I say…?" he murmurs lowly, leaning down to nibble at her ear: "I love making you scream."

"Hmmm," Kate hums into his ear, abandoning her ire: "and you're so, so good at it."

"Well, I do what I can…" he bobs his head and pulls back to look at her as their hands drift over one another beneath the rippling water.

Her hair is disheveled and her cheeks slightly burnt from the sun and in her eyes, he can see the first stirrings of passion. He cups her face for a moment, just gazing at her, then lets his fingers drift down her neck, over her chest. Kate draws in a slow breath and his hand pauses, playing with the thin strap of her bikini top.

She doesn't shirk his gaze as he deliberately runs his fingers up and down the strip. He glances about quickly, knowing they are very much alone. She bites her lip and floats closer to him, her thigh brushing over the outside of his in the water.

He takes her cue and lifts her higher, her dripping breasts leaving the water and pressing against his chest as her legs encircle him. Her fingers drift over his jaw as he holds her, her eyes lingering lovingly over his face.

Then she leans in and lays her mouth over his, her lips gentle and passionate. His hands rove over her naked, arched back as he tugs at her lips with his, moaning into her mouth.

"Katie…" he breathes, his hands taking a detour down to her ass, slipping beneath her swimmers to grab her round flesh. "Can't get enough of you…" he rumbles, kissing down her neck.

"Jethro…" she sighs: "Oh…"

"Mmm, Katie…" he croaks in a lust-laden voice: "Gotta have you….".

"Yeah…" she sighs willingly: "I gotta have you too..."

"Here?" he asks, a little surprised.

He pulls back to look at her, her eyes smoldering with heat and mischief. In their few weeks honeymoon, he's uncovered a little of the exhibitionist in Kate's sexuality.

Her fingers scratch up into his hair and she tilts her head back, gazing at him with a hint of challenge. "What could be more perfect?" she muses, licking her lips. She pats his wet cheek and leans into whisper against his ear:

"I love making you scream, too."

END!