Gibbs pressed his wife; Ziva Gibbs against the spine of his boat, kissing down her neck, making her moan softly.
They had been married for just over six months, although they already had a seventeen year old daughter called Sarah, they really wanted to be able to give her a brother or sister, and they wanted more children.
They were in love, they always had been, since they met 18 years ago in Israel whilst he was in the marines, and she was his guide throughout his trip there.
She pulled him closer, kissing him passionately, and ran her hands down to pull his shirt over his head, and kissing the skin she found.
He grinned boyishly as he tore her blouse open, and kissed down her chest, leaving a love bite on her collar bone.
She pulled him close, so he was flush against her, skin on skin, and kissed him with all she had.
Footsteps were heard above them, that would have been if they had been listening..
He groaned when she ground her hips against him, and squeezed her ass pulling her close.
As they kissed, the footsteps came down the stairs.
It was Sarah.
She looked wide eyed at her parents making out against the boat, "Oh my god!" she said in shock, not having heard anything from the first floor she had assumed they were sanding the boat again.
Ziva looked at her daughter in shock horror, she felt guilty for her seeing it, and as Jethro went to kiss her again, not having realised she was there, Ziva slapped his arm, "Jethro stop it now!"
Gibbs stopped and looked, and went bright red, as Sarah walked backwards up the stairs, shock on her face, she wished shed just stayed at Jens, even if the house was now burnt to the ground, it was better then seeing this.
Ziva looked apologetically at her husband as she ran after her first born daughter, she knew Sarah wouldn't have anywhere to go, she only ever used to go to Jen, but now Jen was gone.
Sarah was sat in her room, listening to music, which shed put up load.
Ziva went in and turned down the music, her shirt torn but technically nothing on show, as she sat beside her daughter.
Sarah smiled and wordlessly gave her mother, her dressing gown, which Ziva put on and pulled her child into a hug, "I am sorry you saw that my princess"
Sarah shrugged, "Its okay, I mean it could've been worse"
Ziva frowned, "How?" she asked in her still strong Israeli accent
Sarah looked at her mother, "I could've been five minutes later"
Ziva couldn't help but laugh, "That is true, are you okay?"
Sarah smiled, "Of course"
Ziva raised an eyebrow, "What's wrong?? Your supposed to be with Abby all day today"
Sarah looked down, "I wanted you, I miss Jen, and Abby doesn't understand what I am trying to tell her, she is just too hyper, too many hugs. I no like it" she said her accent even stronger than her mothers
Ziva smiled, "Its okay, everything will be okay, I promise you" she whispered softly, laying back and holding Sarah close to her.
And that's how Jethro would find them when he came to check on them, and he covered them with a blanket and kissed their heads before going back to his boat.