AUTHOR'S NOTE - Nothing much to say, except that I am getting myself back into shape with these little pointless drabbles. I do enjoy immensely writing established, domesticated Jibbs.
DISCLAIMER - Nope, nothing. Just the way to not study.
ENJOY!
VINTAGE FASHION
It was a late afternoon on an early summer Sunday and the sun was just nearing the horizon as Leroy Jethro Gibbs exited the bathroom with nothing but a towel around his waist, his hair still damp from the shower he just took. He opened his side of the wardrobe and grabbed the first pair of jeans he could get his hands on.
Throwing them on the bed behind him, he looked over the adjoining part of the closet where his T-shirts were neatly folded. He reached for the top one, but then stopped mid-motion and went for the one on the bottom. Spreading it on the bed, he ran his hands over it to smooth the lines from the long time it spent folded at the bottom of the pile.
"Leroy Jethro Gibbs. There is no way in hell you're wearing that old rag to Ducky's," – Jenny Shepard exclaimed exasperatedly upon entering the bedroom several minutes later.
Gibbs's eyes took in his wife's figure, clad in light red wrap-dress, black blazer and black stilettos.
"Take it off."
"Hmm?" - Gibbs asked absent-mindedly, still looking at his wife.
"I said – take. It. Off." – Jenny repeated slowly.
"Why?"
"Jethro, that T-shirt is ancient. You can't wear that to a dinner."
"You bought me that T-shirt," – Gibbs said matter-of-factly, smirking as he took a few steps towards Jenny.
"Yes, I did," – she smiled. "In Paris. Nine years ago. I can't believe you still even have it."
"You bought me that T-shirt," – Gibbs repeated pointedly, his eyes never leaving Jenny's; his smile making his eyes shine in that way that made her knees go weak even after all these years.
She placed a soft kiss on his lips, running her hands under the faded blue cotton.
"I did," – she said, a big smile on her face. "But I still think you should put that black shirt on," – she tilted her head towards the closet.
Gibbs grunted, but made no move to change.
"I'll make it worth your while," – Jenny purred, her lips brushing his earlobe, hands skimming lower.
Needless to say, it didn't take long for the faded blue T-shirt to hit the ground.
- THE END -
Just goes to show that women can get anything they want using sex. :D - M. xx