Jethro's apartment in Naples, Italy
February 23rd, 1999
Jenny stood in the shower; leaning her head into the hot water.
Willing it to wash away the stress of the day - even if thoughts of paperwork, Jethro's latest argument with William Decker, and the traffic she'd had to fight to get here, conspired to make her head ache.
She'd barely finished wanting the day to be over when the door to the bathroom cracked open.
"Want some company?" he asked as he pushed the curtain aside and stepped inside with her.
Clearly the thought she might refuse hadn't crossed his mind.
"You okay?" he asked as his hand fell onto her shoulder.
"Mhmm", Jen sighed as she leaned back into him. "Rough day".
"Decker been ridin' your bumper again?"
His voice held the edge of hostility it always did when he referred to Will, and she was glad she was being truthful when she said no.
He shifted slightly behind her, and she took his free hand and moved it down her front. Smiling at the way he went from being semi-erect to fully hard in a heartbeat when he realized she'd shaved. They'd talked about it in Positano, and she'd decided to surprise him.
He rubbed himself against her once and whispered, "hands against the wall, Jen".
His own pushed against her lower back before working their way up; rubbing tight muscles in long slow sweeps. Up to her shoulder blades and back down to the base of her spine.
Slight pressure which intensified as the muscles under his fingertips became more pliant.
As the water beat down, his hands started to work their way down her inner thighs.
Squeezing.
Almost kneading.
Jen shivered as one hand travelled higher than the other and brushed her centre, but Jethro was pulling her back into him again.
His hands travelled from her hips to her stomach; massaging gently before moving up to cup her breasts. She was aware of him watching them rise and fall over her shoulder; aware that her breathing had become deeper and a bit more rapid.
But it was her nipples that betrayed her; hardening from being gently rolled between his fingers.
Tingling from his touch.
"You ready?" he whispered into her ear as he reached for the detachable shower nozzle.
Spraying water across her neck and shoulders as his hand continued to fondle a breast.
Jen moaned. Squeezing his thigh as she felt the water hit a distended nipple, and then leaning her head back into his shoulder and kissing his cheek gently as he accorded the same attention to the other breast.
She bit down on her lower lip as his hand started its descent.
Enjoying knowing where he was heading. Spreading her legs just slightly in anticipation and resisting the temptation to push back against his erection.
His index and middle fingers parted her labia, exposing her clit slowly, and she hissed as the steady stream of water bounced off it.
He held it far away enough for her to feel it.
Bringing it gradually closer.
Intensifying the feeling.
Her hips rocked slightly; allowing direct hits and then moving away from them. The pressure built slowly but surely. As her legs started to tremble, Jethro moved the nozzle almost directly onto her clit. Holding her up by her stomach as she struggled and clenched her teeth to keep herself from screaming.
"Come for me, Jenny," he breathed into her ear.
Holding her a bit tighter as concussive waves of heat rushed through her.
When the aftershocks had subsided, she turned slowly in his arms.
"Better?" he asked as he started to shampoo her hair.
"Much." She ran her hand once through the lather before reaching for him. "Return the compliment? " she asked as she pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
Jethro kept his eyes on hers.
"If you have to ask ..." he said with a smirk as he wrapped his hand over hers and set the pace.