Disclaimer: I don't own CSI:NY.
Series: None.
Spoilers: None.

Okay, I'm really sorry that all of my CSINY stories are in a bit of a rut at the moment, but I just got the NCIS Seasons 1-6 box-set and decided to start over on my NCIS stories (yes, this is shameless plugging; I am a Tate fan at heart and it is my Tate series that I'm re-writing, but I do have several Tiva oneshots up, so please take a look at them, whatever floats your boat).

Anyway, to make up for the lack of progress in this fic, here's some extra smutty smutness!

Chapter Six

Jess woke the next morning to the smell of bacon wafting up from the kitchen. She smiled into the pillow, feeling her body aching deliciously from the night before.

Her stomach growled and she reluctantly removed herself from the warm cocoon of blankets, staggering slightly as her legs threatened to give out.

Well, he did say I wouldn't be able to walk straight. Jess stooped to grab Don's discarded shirt and slipped it over her head, not bothering with underwear.

Don, sure enough, was in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. He didn't notice her arrival so she leaned against the doorframe and watched him for a second. He was dressed in only a pair of boxers and she took the opportunity to admire him, her body still aching but now in a very different way.

As soon as there was no risk of first-degree burns, Jess wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head against his back. "Morning."

"Morning." Don turned in her arms and kissed her softly. "What woke you?"

"Bacon." Jess answered with a grin.

Don chuckled. "You hungry?"

"I am." Jess smirked. "Which leaves us with a dilemma."

"Does it?" Don asked. "How's that?"

"Well, I am hungry," Jess admitted, "but it's not quite food I'm interested in right now."

"No dilemma there." Don told her, bending to nibble her neck. "I can reheat the food." With his free hand, he slid the plates of food into the oven to keep warm.

"True." Jess agreed with a soft sigh that turned into a moan as his ministrations became a little firmer. Tilting her head back to give him better access, she pressed her hips against his, moaning as she found him hard already. "What are you thinking, Detective?"

Don chuckled lowly as his fingers slid under her shirt. "I'm thinking you couldn't look sexier than you do right now."

Jess smirked. "Really? And what's so sexy about most of my body being covered?" Her hands rested on his hips, pushing his boxers down.

"You're wearing nothing but my shirt." Don corrected, kissing her.

"And you're wearing nothing at all." Jess added, as his boxers fell to the ground and he sprung to attention.

"Then you need to catch up." Don told her, but she caught his hands as they reached for her shirt.

"I have a better idea." Jess murmured, placing his hands on the counter and sinking to her knees.

"Jess …" Don let out a soft hiss as her hand wrapped around his member. "Are you …?"

"I told you, Don," Jess smirked up at him, "I'm hungry." Her lips closed around the tip of his cock effectively cutting off any protests he had.

She moved slowly, gradually taking more of him into her mouth, occasionally releasing him to let her hands glide freely.

"God, Jess …" Don whispered, his fingers threading into her hair.

By the way his grip tightened, Jess knew he was close. Her lips slid over him, so he bumped against the back of her throat, and her hands slid down to cup his balls, cradling them tenderly. She opened her eyes and met his gaze, barely blinking.

For Don, that was what pushed him over the edge. Despite their talk on the phone the previous week, he still didn't quite believe that she had no problems and actually wanted to do this, but there was no mistaking the look of lust and desire in her eyes.

"Jess …" He whispered.

Jess smirked around his cock and sped up her movements, coaxing him closer and closer until he tumbled over the edge with a cry of her name.

Swallowing the seed that spilled into her mouth, Jess pulled away and straightened up, casually asking, "Breakfast?"

Don took a few deep breaths before tugging her into his arms. "Breakfast can wait." He kissed her hard and she responded eagerly, letting him taste himself as their tongues battled playfully.

When Jess bumped into the kitchen table, she reluctantly broke their embrace, which only served to divert his attention to her neck as he began fumbling with her shirt. "Don … Don …" she managed to gasp out, "we don't have a …"

Don lifted his head with a grin and, just as he'd done the previous night, produced a condom from somewhere behind her.

Jess raised an eyebrow. "You're taking being prepared to ridiculous levels, my love."

"Call it optimism." Don murmured, kissing her quickly. "I did tell you there was something on my list that involved the kitchen."

"Any more of those lying around?" Jess asked, more interested than anything.

"That's for me to know and you to find out, sweetheart." Don told her, pushing his shirt off her shoulders.

"Do I get a prize if I find them all?" Jess smirked, her head falling back with a groan as his fingers brushed against her soaking wet core.

"I think we both do." Don slid his hands to the backs of her thighs and she grasped his shoulders, wrapping her legs around his waist, letting out another soft moan when he brushed against her, clearly ready for her again.

Don moved carefully so she was sitting on the edge of the kitchen table, at just the right height, and quickly rolled the condom on before thrusting into her.

Jess cried out, arching into him as her walls clenched. "I thought …" she managed to gasp out "… you said it had nothing … to do with the table."

"It doesn't." Don admitted, somehow keeping enough sense to know what she was referring to. "I just want you."

"I'm not … oh God … complaining!" Jess's grip tightened to the point she was sure she'd leave marks but she didn't care.

Unlike the previous night, which had been wrought with unsatisfied desires but still managed to stay tender, this was fast and frantic and he slammed into her so hard she thought she might bruise but didn't care because she needed him.

One hand tweaked and teased a breast and he kissed her over and over again, murmuring loving words between each one as his other hand slid down to her clit and rubbed hard.

"Don! Oh, God, yes, right there … right there … don't stop … yes … yes …" Her voice rose into a scream and she came hard, her body shuddering with pleasure.

"Jess …" Don's groan was muffled by her mouth as he kissed her, following her over the edge.

Jess shuddered in his arms, clinging to him. "Wow …"

"Mmm, that about sums it up." Don agreed, moving to kiss her head. "Have I told you how amazing you are?"

"Maybe." Jess murmured into his chest. "What was the question?"

Don chuckled. "Never mind." He tilted her face upwards and kissed her. "Breakfast?"

"God, yes; I'm starving." Jess laughed, pulling away from him. "But I'm making dinner."

"And she can cook." Don kissed her again. "Are you sure there's no chance of converting you into a Rangers fan?"

Jess smirked. "Sorry. Devils girl through and through."

Don sighed. "Ah, well, can't have it all, I suppose. Anyway …" He stooped to pick up his shirt and tossed it to her, before retrieving the plates from the oven. "Breakfast is served, m'lady."

Jess had just finished unpacking – which hadn't taken her very long – and was about to run back downstairs. They had gone for a walk on the beach that morning, so she had taken advantage of the Rangers game that afternoon, since her team wasn't playing, but now, just as she was about to leave their room, she hesitated.

As the second period ended and the intermission began, Don turned the TV off; he didn't need to watch the end, his team could never pull it back.

"Game finish early?"

Don didn't look up. "No, we …" He raised an eyebrow as she settled in the chair across the room, dressed in his Rangers jersey. "Thought you said you were a Devils girl?"

"Devils aren't playing." Jess smirked. "Besides, I was a little cold and this is comfy. You don't mind, do you?"

"Of course not." Don held up the remote. "You want the game back on?"

Jess shrugged. "Up to you."

Curious now, Don turned the TV back on and returned to the game, but he was more interested in watching her. No wonder she's cold; she's wearing shorts in February. His eyes settled on her legs, occasionally flicking back up to her face to make sure she hadn't caught him staring at her.

God knows why. It's not a crime to stare at your own girlfriend.

The third time he glanced up, her hands caught his attention instead. They were playing with the hem of her – his – jersey and, as they did, it was slowly inching upwards.

Don shifted slightly in his seat, hoping to alleviate some of the pressure growing in his pants. She already looked sexy as hell anyway, and the gradually appearing skin only added to that.

His mouth went dry as no extra material appeared and he realised, with a shock, that she was completely naked underneath.

The realisation made his cock harden even more, especially when the hemline reached the top of her thighs, revealing her centre, which was glistening.

Almost as soon as it had appeared, it vanished as she released the material and smoothed it back down over her legs.

Don narrowed his eyes, looking back up at her face. She still wasn't looking at him, but there was a hint of a smirk playing on her lips.

She knew exactly what she was doing.

Calmly Don stood up and grinned to himself when he saw her stiffen. He crossed the room; her eyes slid from the TV to his face and he could see the hunger in them.

Leaning down, he whispered, "I'm gonna get a drink. You want one?"

Years of keeping a straight face on the job came together as Jess tried to hide her surprise. "Erm, okay. Thanks."

Don kissed her chastely on the forehead and walked into the kitchen. He took a few deep breaths, before grabbing two beers from the fridge and returning to the living room.

Putting them both on the side table next to Jess, Don knelt down in front of her. "You alright, Jess? You look a little flushed."

"I'm fine." Jess told him, still looking a little puzzled. "Don …"

"You know," Don interrupted, fingering the jersey, "this has always been one of my fantasies."

Jess smirked. "Really?"

"Uh huh. There's just one thing missing …" Don's hands suddenly slid to the backs of her thighs and lifted, parting them at the same time.

Jess let out a surprised shriek as she slid down a few inches, the jersey riding up so that nothing was hidden anymore.

"Maybe not." Don shook his head with a smirk. "Now what on earth possessed you to wear nothing but a hockey jersey on a cold day like today?"

Jess flushed. "I …"

"I think there's something you want." Don whispered against her knee, watching her skin erupt with goosebumps. "Am I right?"

"Yes …" Jess responded in a low voice.

"What do you want, sweetheart?" Don prompted quietly.

"I …" Jess let out a soft gasp as his lips slid up the inside of her thigh.

"Not gonna tell me?" Don nibbled her skin lightly. "Alright. I guess I'll have to decide." He ran his tongue along the junction of her thigh, eliciting another gasp, and took a deep breath.

Jess finally found her voice. "You don't have to do that."

Don glanced up. "Do you not want me to?"

Again, her face turned slightly pink. "It's not that … most guys don't want …"

Satisfied that her protest was for his sake and not her own, Don pressed his mouth against her clit, flicking it with his tongue, making her cut herself off with a moan. "You taste amazing." He told her, matter-of-factly. "I always knew you would."

Tilting his head slightly, Don set about exploring her thoroughly, wanting to memorise every inch of her.

He couldn't understand why so many guys had a problem with this, especially with her. She was so beautiful, so captivating, that he couldn't imagine anyone not taking the time to worship her body in every way they could at every opportunity they had.

As soon as that thought crossed his mind, he pushed it away, not really wanting to think about her past lovers, focusing instead on the way she tasted.

And the way she sounded.

He couldn't ignore the gasps and cries that escaped her mouth, feeling his pants grow tighter with every sound she made. They elicited moan from him and the sound vibrated through her.

"Don!" Jess's hands shot to his hair, but, rather than pulling him closer, she tugged lightly, in a silent signal to stop.

Reluctantly, Don followed her unspoken command, drawing back to press a kiss to the inside of her thigh. "Okay?"

"More than okay." Jess managed, breathlessly. "But I want you. In me. Now."

Don smirked, not bothering to hide his satisfaction. "You know what you need to look for then. Last one." He added, seeing her slightly exasperated expression. "You find it and I'm all yours."

Jess groaned. "Don …" She shivered lightly as he continued gently stroking her, not hard enough to grant her any form of release, but enough to keep her on the edge. "Would you just …?"

"Now, Officer Angell, we've got all day." Don teased. "I promise it's not hidden that well."

"Here's an idea, Detective," Jess narrowed her eyes at him, "why don't we forget the treasure hunt and you just fuck me now."

The slight growl that had entered her voice sent a shot of heat through him and he bit back a moan. "But …"

"I'm on the pill and we're both fine." Jess hissed, her hips bucking towards him as he increased the pressure slightly. "Please …"

The idea was tempting, very tempting, but Don shook his head. "As much as I'd love to do that, Jess, there's something very intimate about that."

"What's this then?" Jess asked dryly referring to the fact that she was naked from the waist down with her legs spread so that there was no part of her he couldn't see.

"I mean," Don slid a hand under the cushion beneath her, withdrawing a condom, "when that happens, I want it to be in a bed, properly. Not a quickie in the living room."

"Believe me, Don; there's nothing quick about this." Jess muttered.

Don rolled his eyes and leaned in, replacing his fingers with his mouth once again. As soon as her eyes fluttered closed with a groan, he took advantage of her distraction to undo his pants and slip the condom on. Then, placing his hands firmly on her waist, he tugged her down into his lap, sliding inside her with a fluid movement.

"Fuck …" Jess gasped, feeling him fill her even more than he had that morning or last night.

Don paused. "Okay?"

"Oh, God, yes." Jess whispered, a soft smile on her face. "You feel … so good …" She rose up, letting him slide out of her, before dropping down again, circling her hips. "You can't be comfortable."

"Baby, I'm inside you; how could I not be?" Don groaned, gripping her hips.

Jess let him slip out again, but this time stayed hovered over him. "Lie down."

Don grinned at her. "I got a better idea. Why don't you lie down?"

"I like that one better." Jess reclined on the carpet, one arm over her head as she watched him tug his shirt and pants off. "You got two minutes, Don." She warned, sliding a hand under his jersey to caress her breasts.

"You have no idea how sexy that looks." Don told her softly, kneeling between her legs. Again he grasped thighs, lifting them so they were spread apart for him. "Admittedly, that looks better."

"How close are you?" Jess asked, running her other hand down to caress her centre. "I'm soaking." She purred. "All because of you."

"Jess, I'm happy to watch you get yourself off." Don told her with a smirk. "But I think you want something more."

"I do." Jess slowly removed her hand from her core and dragged it back up her body, slipping her finger into her mouth, sucking it clean.

"Fuck, you're amazing …" Don groaned, sinking into her again. "You're gonna get friction burns." He added, glancing at her elbows, bare since she'd pushed the jersey sleeves up.

"I don't care!" Jess gasped, clenching around him. "Just fuck me!"

That was a command he wasn't about to disobey and he began to move inside her. She might not care now, but he knew she would later, so he kept his movements gentle, but, by pushing her legs back so her ankles rested on his shoulders, he could sink so deep inside her that it didn't matter.

He was already on the edge from her little show, as well as the way she'd tasted and sounded as he pleasured her, but she was much closer to release and he knew it. He wanted her to get there before him, but this time he had a feeling that even that wouldn't be enough.

Then, as her climax began to wash over her, she began talking to him.

"Qu'est-ce que ton fantaisie la plus sauvage? Je le ferai, pour toi, n'importe quoi …"

He had no idea of what she was saying, but the sultry tone of her voice left little to the imagination. She pushed his hockey jersey up so it exposed her breasts, one of which was still being teased and kneaded by her left hand.

That image, combined with her voice, turned out to be all he needed to follow her over the edge with a cry.

As their breathing slowed, Don slipped his hands round to her back, pulling her against his chest as he sat back, then straightened up with her still in his arms, before sitting in the armchair she'd just vacated, letting her settle in his lap.

His lips ghosted across hers. "French?"

Jess smirked. "Ma grand-mère ne parle pas anglais."

"In English." Don chuckled.

"My grandmother doesn't speak English." Jess complied. "She's French-Canadian."

"Gotcha." Don kissed her neck and released her so she could shift in his lap so her legs were draped over his, rather than straddling him. "You are so sexy." He whispered.

"This is the last time you'll see me in a Rangers jersey." Jess warned.

"I kinda got that." Don murmured.

"Speaking of the Rangers," Jess glanced at the TV, "you won."

Don smiled lazily. "Amazingly enough, Jess, I don't care."

AN: I must admit that I borrowed the French lines at the end there from 'Rhapsody for Two' by Fixomnia Scribble – go read if you haven't already. It means:

'What's your wildest fantasy? I'll do it, anything for you …"

I do speak a little French, but not that much, and online translators don't tend to be very accurate when it comes to things like this, so if anyone's got any ideas (either for this or for 'Chicken Soup').

On a side-note, I promise this fic does have a plot … somewhere. Review please!