AUTHOR'S NOTE: The ball is now in your court, Marzia. :)
This was inspired by the below written lyric from Matt Cardle's song Slowly.
Enjoy!
SHIVER
"It makes me shiver,
That I could have missed you."
Despite the gentle breeze of a late September night coming through the half-open window, Jenny Shepard found it incredibly hard to fall asleep. For a while, she entertained herself by looking at the curtains as they danced on the soft wind, but her mind kept going back to her bedmate. She shifted carefully yet again, smiling at his still form. It never ceased to amaze her how deep a good evening of sex made one Leroy Jethro Gibbs sleep.
Jenny's eyes swept over the relaxed face next to her – for once, he looked at peace, the lines running across his forehead somewhat smooth; the corners of his lips edging slightly upwards, as if he was smiling in his sleep. His eyelids fluttered and Jenny wondered what he was dreaming of.
What does Leroy Jethro Gibbs dream of?
She hoped it was a happy dream, because on those rare nights when he woke up drenched in sweat and gasping for air, he would look at her like she was not who he was hoping to see. In those few seconds before he would close his eyes and let the mask fall back on, Jenny would feel as if she had been punched and would gasp in turn. It was easier back when she didn't understand the meaning of the look, when she didn't know whom he was hoping to see.
His eyelids fluttered again and Jenny gently ran the pads of her fingers down his check and then rested her palm on his chest, over his heart.
Sometimes, she still found it hard to believe they were together, back in this thing they couldn't – or wouldn't – define. It was far from a relationship, and even further from a healthy one, at that. They didn't do dates – there were no candle-lit dinners or slow dances; he didn't buy her presents and neither of them remembered important anniversaries. They did the basement-Bourbon-boat; they did paperwork until the wee hours of the morning; they did screaming and fighting and pushing away; and they did sex – a lot of it.
Hearing him exhale deeply upon her touch, Jenny laid her head on his chest, letting her eyes finally close.
Theirs was most definitely not a regular relationship, and yet the very thought that she could have missed him out of her life – that she might have never known this infuriating, passionate man - makes her shiver.
- THE END -