NCIS: Gibbs second daughter

From girlfriend to bride

I love Tim. I really do. I keep dreaming of marrying him. I don't know why I just do. Now that we have a newborn. I wonder if we are going to get married or not. Dad made me and Tim go to his house so we could have a day away from the baby. When me and Tim are alone, we can't keep our hands off of each other. Just don't ask me why. I don't know. Me and Tim were on the couch, making out. When he started undressing me and like I did the past three times, we had sex I let him. He got my shirt off and started kissing my boobs.
Then he got my bra off.

After a while, we were both undressed, and he was fucking me again. He was fucking me so hard it hurts but I wasn't complaining. If fact I wanted him to fuck harder nor did I wanted him to stop.
"Don't stop. Don't stop, please." I said as Tim fucked my hard.
I moaned. Tim was looking at me as he was fucking me hard. I guess he could tell I'm was enjoying it as he started to fuck me harder. I moaned louder.
"Keep going." I said as he was fucking me as hard as he could, "mmmnnn. Don't stop."
He continued to fuck me as hard as he could.
"Oh, please don't stop." I said.
"Police, open up." An officer said as they knocked.
"Be right there." Tim said as he pulled out.
He put his pants on and threw me his shirt, and I quickly put it on, and Tim answered the door.
"How can I help you, officer?" He said.
"Um, I'm here about a noise complaint." The woman said.
Then she saw me in just Tim's shirt.
"We're you two having sex?" She asked
"Yes, ma'am." Tim said.
She looked at me.
"How old are you?" She asked me.
"19." I said.
"Okay. What his he to you?" She asked, gesturing towards Tim.
"My boyfriend." I said.
"Are you really 19?" She asked.
"Yes, ma'am. I have my ID." I said, grabbing out of my wallet and handing it to her.
She took it and looked at it. She handed it back to me.
"I was fixing to arrest your boyfriend for relations with a minor. Just keep it down, okay?" She said.
"Yes, ma'am." Me and Tim said in unison.
She left, and Tim closed the door. He was looking at me.
"What?" I said.
Then he kissed me, and I kissed back. He pulled away. He smiled. I sighed and unzipped and unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down as I got on my knees. Then I put his penis in my mouth and sucked on it.

After a few minutes, I pulled away and stood up. I turned around and bent over, and he put his penis in he fucked my but not hard.
"You like fucking me don't you?" I asked.
"Yep" he said as he fucked me.
Then he pulled out, and I stood up straight.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing." He said as he took off his pants completely and sat down on the couch.
I got in his lap facing him and lowered myself where his penis was in my vigina, and I started to move up and down. He watched me.
"This feels right." I said as I started to move faster.

That night he was fucking me so hard it hurts to the point I can't stand it.
"Tim, you're hurting me!" I cried out.
He didn't listen and kept going, and I started to cry.
"Tim, stop, please, it hurts!" I cried out through the tears.
He just got rougher with it.
"Timothy!" I cried out louder to see if he'll stop.
He didn't. He just got rougher. I started to fight and struggle to get his attention that he's hurting me as I cried. He didn't stop. I scratched him as hard as I could, and that got him to stop.
"Ow." He said.
By this point, I was bawling. He got a guilty look on his face and pulled out. I just laid there crying. He started apologizing. He got me in his arms, and he held me. He just kept apologizing.

The next morning, I went back home while Tim went to work. He was still feeling guilty about last night. I looked like I've been crying. Once I got home, Gramps was tending to Lakely. I took her from him and he didn't say anything as she was my baby. I went up to my room and got in bed and held her. She was cooing. I started talking to her.
I have no idea what got into Tim last night. I have never seen him like that. I just hope my dad doesn't find out, although my dad will try to pry it out of him. Dad called me. I answered.
"Hey, Daddy." I said.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah. Why?" I asked.
"Tim told me what happened last night." He said.
"Oh." I said, "Well, I'm fine."
"You sure?" He asked.
"Yeah." I said.
"Tim wants to apologize again." He said.
So he put Tim on the phone.
"Hey baby." He said.
"Hi." I replied.
"I am so sorry." He said.
"It's okay. I forgive you." I said.
"No, it's not okay. I feel bad." He said.
"I forgive you." I said.
"You do?" He asked.
"Yeah." I said.
"Oh well. I love you, baby." He said.
"I love you too." I said.
"Tell Lakely I love her." He said.
"I will." I said.
Tim put dad back on the phone.
"You forgave him, didn't you?" He asked.
"Yeah." I said.
"I figured you would." He said.
"I can't stay mad at him." I said.
"I know. I gotta go. I love you, kid." He said.
"I love you too, dad." I said.
He hung up. I looked at Lakely and smiled.
"Daddy loves you, sweet girl." I said.
She let out a small, adorable laugh.

That evening, Tim made a reservation at an Italian restaurant to help me feel better.
"You didn't have to do this. I forgive you." I said.
"I wanted to." He said.
I smiled and shook my head.
"Damn. I got lucky with you, didn't I?" I asked.
"Yeah, you did." He said.
We ate, laughed, and talked. It was nice, actually. Then he took me out for a stroll in the parking.
"You are something else, babe." I said.
He smiled. Then he stopped.
"Why did we stop?" I asked.
He got down on one knee and pulled out a ring box, and opened it, revealing a diamond ring.
"Will you marry me?" He asked.
"Yes!" I said.
He put the ring on my finger and kissed me, and I kissed back. I pulled away.
"I love you, baby." He said.
"I love you too, babe." I said.
He took me home, where we snuggled up in my bed and started to make out. Jesus, I love him. I thought.