AN: I have decided to do a collection of one shots centered around love quotes. If you have any specific quote you would like me to use, just send it my way. They are going to be mainly fluffy, but occasionally there might be some angst thrown in. I really love reviews- I even reply to them.
I own nothing, and am not profiting off of the stories. The only thing I gain is better writing skills (sometimes), people to talk to (did I mention I like reviews and reply to them?), and an outlet for boredom.
"Thou art to me a delicious torment."- Ralph Waldo Emerson
They were stuck in an attic. A sweltering, hot, miserable attic that was no bigger than a dorm room. They were meant to be photographing the comings and goings of the nearby trawler, but the comings and goings had been nonexistent for a couple of days. He was hoping they would be getting a call soon saying that they could go home. Being cooped up in the tiny attic with Jenny Shepard was going to be the death of him, he had decided. He sighed to himself and put down the binoculars. It was right about then he noticed her sitting in the chair next to him putting on some fruity, girly lotion. "Yep, she is going to be the death of me," he thought.
She was sitting in the chair wearing nothing but short, cotton shorts and a sports bra and a mischievous smirk on her face. She had been bored and decided to have some fun. They had been on the line of friendly flirtation and extreme sexual tension for quite some time now, and she wanted to see how far she could push it. While he was staring out the window, she stripped down to next to nothing and grabbed her bottle of strawberries and crème lotion. She almost laughed out loud when he finally looked over and his eyes nearly bulged out of his head. "Oh yeah, this was going to be fun," she smirked to herself.
"Jenny, what do you think your doing?" he chocked out as suddenly his mouth went dry.
"Putting lotion on," she replied simply trying to keep her tone as neutral as possible and without looking up or stopping.
"I see that." He was blatantly staring at her legs, mesmerized by the actions of her hands. "What I meant was, why aren't you wearing any clothes?"
Jenny almost laughed. "What is the matter Agent Gibbs? Haven't you seen the female body before?"
"Yes, Jennifer I have," Gibbs glared at her.
At this she rolled her eyes. "You are such a chauvinist. I am showing less than if I was wearing a bikini, and it is hot in here. You can take off your shirt if your hot, but I can't? How is that fair?"
When he didn't reply she looked up to see why. He was watching her hands- which were at the top of her legs- work. His hands were unconsciously sliding closer to his groin and his body had started shifting uncomfortably. She finished what she was doing and capped the lotion bottle. With a wicked smile on her face she sauntered over to the side of him, bent down and whispered in his ear "You might want to take care of that… I hear it can be detrimental to your brain cells if you don't."
As she whispered in his ear, her breath tickled his skin causing goose bumps to appear. When she was finished she gently nipped at his ear, making the blood rush south even faster. "Oh yeah, she was going to be the death of him… but what a way to go!" And with that thought, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hard onto his lap. "Two could play the torture game."