NCIS HAWAII: The Captain

Chapter 62: A Moment of Intimacy

Scott finally had a free night. The weight of his responsibilities in command was immense, and moments of respite were becoming increasingly rare. Fortunately, Jane had decided to spend the night at his house, taking advantage of the time they could spend together.

After a quiet dinner, she was lying on the couch, relaxed, but clearly exhausted from the day at NCIS. Scott, seeing her yawning while they watched a movie, had an idea.

"You're tense," he commented, looking at her with a soft smile.

"It's impossible not to be," Jane replied, turning her head to face him. "Today was one of those days. So much to take care of, and now I have to deal with late reports."

Scott shook his head disapprovingly.

"Not today. Save that for tomorrow. You need to relax, Jane."

She arched an eyebrow. — "And how do you suggest I do that, Captain Walker?"

He stood up, held out his hand to her, and smirked.

"Leave it to me. Go upstairs to the bedroom."

Jane was intrigued, but couldn't resist. She picked up her wine glass and followed Scott into the master bedroom.

Scott went into the bathroom and came back with a small bottle of massage oil. Jane laughed when she saw him.

"So, is this how you relax people? A Navy SEAL trick?"

"Something like that," he replied with a wink. "Now, lie down on the bed, face down. I want to make sure all those tense muscles go back to normal."

Jane complied, stripping off the robe she was wearing and stripping down to a pair of black silk lingerie. She settled into bed, the sheets soft against her skin.

Scott warmed the oil between his hands before he began. He started at her shoulders, applying firm but careful pressure.

— "Let me know if it's too strong," he said, focused.

Jane sighed deeply.

"It's perfect. God, I needed this."

Scott worked on Jane's shoulders and neck, feeling the knots of tension unravel beneath his fingers. His movements were precise, the result of years of discipline and control.

He slowly worked his way down her back, spreading the oil with his palms. Jane's skin glowed in the soft light of the lamp.

"You have a lot of tension built up here," he commented, pressing lightly on a spot near the base of her spine.

Jane moaned softly, a mix of relief and pleasure.

"Ouch... That hurts, but it feels good at the same time."

Scott chuckled softly.

"That's a sign it's working."

He then moved his hands to her thighs, squeezing firmly, but with an almost reverent care. Jane laughed.

— "Scott, you're having more fun than I am, aren't you?"

He arched an eyebrow.

"Maybe. But my priority is to make sure you're completely relaxed."

When he finished massaging her thighs, his hands slid down to her buttocks, applying gentle pressure. Jane laughed, looking over her shoulder.

"You're really enjoying yourself, huh?"

"Just doing my job," Scott replied, with a mischievous smile.

Jane turned suddenly, pulling him by the shirt.