A/N: I need to get back into writing.. But I don't have the time for a TOH update right now, because of school. This is random, and sure to be just a little collection of drabbles. Namesake is from 3OH!3. I own nothing. =]
Jenny Shepard was his boss.
She was professional, but had an undeniable savoir-faire edge. It made her personable, unforgettable.
She could hold her own in any fight: Whether it be physical or a battle of words, he never doubted her. He liked to think that a small portion of that confidence was attributed to him, and her early days at NCIS.
She was beautiful. Porcelain skin contrasted sharply with the fire-red shade of her hair and viridian eyes. She was a force to be reckoned with in whatever she wore: pencil skirts paired with crisp oxford blouses, elegant evening gowns, pant-suits, and even jeans. The ever-high heels she constantly wore to account for her height were annoyingly sexy.
She could be cold and distant without warning, an Ice Queen. The past haunted her as much as it did him. She was untouchable, then – and it was best to avoid her.
But above all else, she was a woman. He knew first-hand how difficult women could be.
How mind-blowing.
Infuriating.
Sexy.
Gibbs pinned her against her en suite bathroom door, eyes on her face as she knocked her head against the solid wood. His grip on the thigh around his waist tightened, his mouth trailing sloppy kisses down her throat. Jen licked her lips before pulling him in for one more languid kiss, smirking against his mouth. "I enjoyed the view, Jethro," she drawled after a moment, the husky alto of her voice hitting him below the proverbial belt. "I think I'll put a mirror on my ceiling."
He glanced over his shoulder and into his own stark-naked reflexion, and groaned.
Jenny Shepard was many things.
Add unpredictable and voyeur to the list.