CHAPTER 1: Arriving Unannounced:
Jenny walked though the door of her townhouse, "Thank God this week is over." Jenny puffed out as she tossed her jacket on the back of the chair. She walked into the kitchen to grab a beer out of the fridge and headed into the living room and plopped down on the recliner. She spent the next half hour collecting her thoughts. She felt a sudden need to do something reckless, something crazy to get rid of the horrible pressure in her chest. "I could go out and run." she thought. Pounding the pavement always made her feel better, but it wasn't wild enough. To get in the right frame of mind, she realized she needed to get drunk. Immediately.
She walked into her closet and pulled out the sluttiest dress she had. It was a tiny, dark red, tube dress. She unclasped her bra and slipped off her panties before putting it on, leaving her naked underneath. The dress tightly hugged every bit of her curvaceous body as if it was another layer of skin. Her tube dress was very short, it hardly covered her ass, if she bent over just hair, her goods would be on full display. The top half of her dress was just as revealing as the bottom half, the material just coming up over her nipples, leaving her with very little wiggle room so to speak. She slipped on a pair of black high heels and drove herself to a swanky little bar in a trendy part of town.
When she pulled up, she tucked a $50 bill into the front of her dress so she wouldn't need to carry her purse. She stepped out of the car then readjusted her dress making sure everything was covered and tucked in, then walked into the bar. It was still early, and the place was mostly empty except for a few groups of college kids sitting at scattered tables. She sat at the end of the bar and caught the bartender's eye.
"What'll it be?" he asked, walking casually over to her.
She thought for a second but came up blank. She didn't drink often and couldn't think of a single thing to order. "Can you just make me something strong and sweet?" she requested.
He grinned and winked at her, his deep brown eyes sparkling. "Strong and sweet is my specialty."
That almost made her smile. She watched him deftly mix the contents of several bottles into a large glass filled with ice, then he garnished the drink with fruit wedges. The concoction had a slightly pink tint to it and looked really good. He held it in front of her, taunting. "I need to see some ID," he said with another grin.
Jen laughed at that. "Thank you. After the day I just had, it feels nice to be carded." she reached for her drink, but he slid it out of reach.
"I'm not kidding. ID please," he repeated.
Her smile faded. "OK, seriously, my ID is in the car."
He shrugged. "I'll hold your drink while you run and get it."
Her anger, simmering just beneath the surface, flared up again. "Are you fucking kidding me? I'm 42 years old. Can't you see the crow's feet next to my eyes?"
He smirked, "I think you look fantastic. I'm not entirely sure you're over 21, and I'll need to see some proof before I serve you this drink."
She stood up violently, nearly toppling her barstool in the process, and stalked out to her car, flinging the door open and rummaging through her purse to snatch out her ID. Stomping back inside, Jen flung her driver's license onto the bar counter. He slowly picked it up and looked at it appraisingly, raising his head from her picture to her face in a show of comparison. "Jennifer Shepard," he mused. "Can I call you Jenny?"
"Not if you expect me to answer. Please note my birth date and give me my damn drink."
Chuckling, he passed the glass across the bar. She grabbed it eagerly and took a gulp. It was exactly what she had asked for. The alcohol burned her throat as the fruit tickled her taste buds. The bartender watched, amused, as she sampled his creation.
"That's good," she said, begrudgingly admitting his talent even though she was still miffed at him.
"I'll be glad to make you another one when you polish that one off. You look like you can use it." he mentioned.
"I can definitely use it," she said.
Jen lifted the glass and drank more deeply in an effort to drown her frustration. The bartender slid a second drink into her hand as she was polishing off the first. She inserted a straw into that one and sucked it down quickly from the bottom up. Her brain was starting to feel fuzzy, but was lucid enough to notice that the bartender had a really nice ass and like the way he moved. The thought of Jethro came to her mind as she watched the bartender. It seemed that Jethro was always on the forefront of her mind, especially ever since she became Director of NCIS. No matter how hard she tried to deny it, she was still madly in-love with him.
She gestured to the bartender again. "Can I please have another…what was it again?"
He grinned at her, "I call it, 'Lovesick Potion #9' As far as what's in it, I'm sworn to secrecy." She chocked on the last bit of her drink, and he passed her a third one as he watched her struggle with an amused look on his face. Once she composed herself, she took a swig of her fresh drink and said, "You think I'm lovesick?"
"Your eyes say it all" he told her.
"You sure about that?" she questioned his judgment.
"I've seen it all in the 5 years I've worked here. So…who's the guy?"
A heavy sigh escaped her mouth. "Jethro….Gibbs" she confessed.
"…and?" he egged her on.
"Well, long story short...we work together at NCIS. Back in the day he was my boss and partner, we had a liaison. Then I left the agency for quite a while. Now I'm back and running the agency. I'm his boss now. So there you have it." she said, taking another big swig of her drink.
"Wow, wasn't expecting that. You two get along at work?"
She chuckled, "Ya, when he's not getting under my skin, which is all the time." Another sigh escaped her mouth, "…But as infuriating as he may be, he still makes me wanna jump his bones. "
He chuckled, "Must be good looking?" he smiled.
She laughs out, "Oh that's an understatement. He's so god damn fucking sexy." she said bluntly, finishing her third drink.
His eyes went wide, then laughed out. "You're a hoot."
Jenny continued to drink and converse with the bartender for another hour. After she finished her fifth drink she decided to cut herself off.
"I better get myself my cab, before I pass out right here." she joked.
She gave him the fifty dollar bill, "Keep it. Thanks for listening." she slurred out.
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Gibbs dragged himself up the stairs from his basement, wondering who would show up at his door at 11pm relentlessly knocking at his front door. It surely couldn't be anyone he knew very well, as it was an open secret that there was no lock on it. He finally reached the door and opened it, only to be faced with Jen leaning heavily against the doorframe in a scantily clad red dress. His eyes wide with shock. Totally surprised to see her, let alone drunk and half naked.
"Hey Jethro." Jenny greeted him, her voice slurring a bit as she stumbled towards the living room and then flopped on the couch.
"Jen, what are you doing here?"
"If I go home, I'll probably end up drinking all the liquor in the cabinet."
"So you came here instead?" he asked, looking confused.
"Is that a problem?"
"Kinda. I'm busy." He lied.
She laughed out. "With what Jethro? Got a lady over?" she smiled at him.
"Never mind." he sighed, taking a seat next to her on the couch. She turned and looked at him suggestively. There eyes locked on each others for a moment. Hi eyes were transfixed by her cleavage, heaving and struggling to stay in her tight dress, thinking how easy it would be to pull her dress down.
"Enjoying the view?" she teased, breaking the moment of silence.
"That's some dress you have on." he said, clearing his throat.
A smirk appeared on her lips, she scooted closer to him, giving him a more sinful view. He got up and headed into the kitchen to get them some ice water. A frustrated sigh escaped her mouth.
Her eyes darkened with lust, as she admired the view of him walking to the fridge. He had on a pair of black sweatpants that hung loose around his hips, he was also wearing a grey hoodless sweatshirt. She thought how delicious and fuck-able he looked. She figured he had been working in his basement before she arrived unannounced.
"Why are you here… and drunk most of all?" He asked out, while breaking apart the ice cubes into the glasses, with his back to her.
She slipped her high heels off, and quietly made her way over to him. "Does this answer your question?" she whispered behind him, her hands pushing up the back of his sweatshirt. She placed an open mouth kiss to his exposed back, her fingertips gently scraping up and down his smooth muscular skin.
"Jen don't." he warned.
"Don't what?" she asked innocently, while her hand slipped into the waistband of his sweats, gliding over his firm butt. "Mm, so so nice." she cooed.
He abruptly turned around and grabbed her wrist. She bit her lip, looking up at him with dark seductive eyes. Her other hand reached for his waistband again. He quickly grabbed her other wrist, "Jen you have to stop."
"Don't want to." she husked. She leaned in to kiss him, he backed away and walked toward the living room and sat in the recliner next to the couch.
The long period of abstinence from sex was making her need insatiable, and he was being more difficult than she had anticipated.
"Jethro?" she frowned, walking into the living room.
"Sit down. Drink some water. Talk." he suggested.
"Don't want to talk." she pouted, as she laid down on the couch, resting her head on the pillow that was propped on the arm closest to him.
After a brief moment of silence, "Sooo…I noticed, you're not wearing underwear." she giggled.
"Hm… Says the woman who's not wearing panties either." he responded back.
"Hey! How would you know mister?" she teased.
She rolled over on her side so she could see his face, causing her dress slip off both breasts. His eyes stared unceremoniously at her exposed breasts.
"Not wearing a bra either." he quipped.
Her eyes glanced down, "This dress seems to have a hard time staying on me." she smiled, pulling the tight red material over her breasts, not at all embarrassed by the mishap.
"So I've noticed." he smirked.
"I wore it just for you, you know." she smiled up at him.
"You trying to seduce me Mrs. Robinson?" he joked.
She laughed at the reference, "Nice one Jethro."
"You're welcomed to sleep there for the night." he offered.
"Only if you come over here and join me." she insinuated, patting the cushion next to her.
"Nice try." he smiled, getting up and grabbing a blanket for her.
"Where are you gonna sleep?" she asked, sitting back up.
"In the bedroom. Unless you would rather sleep there instead?"
"In the bedroom, with you? Sure!" she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
Shaking his head, "Not happening." he smiled.
"That's too bad, I guess you won't be getting any of this tonight." she said, spreading her legs wide, flashing her pussy to him, her fingers stroking through her wet lips. He froze momentarily, astonished, his cheeks turning bright red, his cock stirring in his pants. She closed her legs and stood up in front of him. "I was wanting to have some fun with you tonight." she said candidly, eyeing his growing bulge .
"Don't temp me Jen." he warned.
She hooked her finger inside the front her her dress, and looked at him with mischief in her eyes. "Uh Jen? What are you doing?" he asked, sounding a bit hesitant.
Before he could say anything else, she swiftly pulled her dress down. "I can't sleep in this dress. It's tight enough as it is." she said, stepping out of her red dress, leaving her completely naked in front of him.
"Well okay then." he said apprehensively. He tried his best to keep his eyes above her chest. He grabbed the blanket off the couch and wrapped it around her front. "Jen, get some rest. If you need me for anything, I'll be in the bedroom." he told her, then shut off the lights and walked to his bedroom before things got out of hand.
"Good night?" she muttered out as he closed the bedroom door. She stood there in disbelief and annoyed. She laid down on the couch and let out a big sigh of frustration. "So much for getting a goodnight kiss." she mumbled to herself.
She was horny and sexually frustrated, she was sure he'd give in sooner than later. The night wasn't over, and she'll be damned if she went the whole night without satisfying her cravings.
He walked inside the bedroom, closing the door behind him. His heart was racing, he leaned back against the door, catching his breath, "Wow." he breathed out, pausing a moment to collect his thoughts before sliding under the covers.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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