Jen looked sat herself in the mirror in the bathroom. The steam from the shower had clouded the reflective surface but it was beginning to clear. She stared at the tiny heart that had been traced in the corner or the mirror, and grinned. He would always let her know when he had been there, watching her, adoring her. She loved that about him, the fact that she knew he would always be there.
Part of her had known he had been standing there, his gaze on her wet body as she showered, making her feel safe, loved. To have him constantly looking out for her, protecting her, made her feel safer than she had ever felt in her life. These past 6 months in Paris had made her so happy, and Jethro had taken her by surprise. She didn't think it was possible to fall this much in love.
She bent over draping a towel over her head, before twisting it ad standing back up, the perfect turban hugging her auburn tresses. She gasps as she saw Jethro's reflection in the mirror, stood behind her.
"I thought I told you, no creeping up on me!" she said, smiling a smile that only he could bring to her face. And he knew it.
"Well then its no fun," he grinned. She smiled and tightened the hold of the towel wrapped around her damp figure. He eyed her up and down, slowly, the sparkle that always came when he was mentally undressing her, present in his eyes.
"That no fun either," he said quietly, his voice low and heavy.
"Jethro, will you stop it! We only have 15 minutes to get ready and down there. If we are late and we miss this I am not the one who is going to be reporting to Director Willows." Their lives were not worth living if they missed this dinner reservation. They had been tipped off that the man they had been after for the past month was meeting with a known arms dealer in a restaurant across town. If they missed this opportunity to pick up any info of a possible deal, well, it just couldn't happen.
"I can live with that," he said taking a step towards her.
Jen giggled and backed away, "Jethro, don't!" The impact of her words where hindered somewhat by the telling smile on her lips, there was no way she wanted Jethro to stop it. In fact he could carry on, right here, right now and she would complete his every wish. Leroy Jethro Gibbs had her wrapped around his little fingers, and he knew it too. The moment that he had ithat/i look in his eyes it was hopeless, she was his.
He moved slowly across the room his eyes glistened as Jen backed up against the cold glass of the shower door. Her heart beat faster as her stomach filled with butterflies. The hair on the back of her neck stood up in anticipation, eagerly awaiting his touch. "Jethro, we can't. We really don't have time to…"
She didn't get to finish the sentence as Jethro reached where she was standing and pressed his lips against hers, pushing her into the glass. The butterflies disappeared as they were replaced by a hot wave, spreading its way around her body. She relaxed against the shower pane as he raised his arms, cupping her face in his hands. She brought her own hands to his neck, sliding the round and bringing him into an embrace. How was this possible? How could he make her feel this good, this quickly?
She smiled as she, for the smallest second, become too involved with the kiss and pushed into him, her body separating from the shower door. The towel that had been covering her body dropped limply to the floor.