He stopped at the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs.
"Thought I might find you here." Her voice was familiar, inducing another flashback. He didn't reply, but instead carried on.
"Have you come down here to continue that conversation we were having earlier?" He asked.
Jenny remained silent. Her answer was no, but she did not know exactly why she had come down herself.
Jethro stopped what he was doing and beckoned Jenny over. He placed the sand paper in her hand and guided her working on the boat.
"I've been thinking, Jen…" He hesitated, the sweet smell of her perfume teasing his senses. "What with Kate…I should have never let you go, all those years ago…"
"I left you, Jethro." she stopped and faced him, his hands still holding hers.
"But it's not what either of us really wanted, is it, Jen?" He said.
She failed to reply, but maintained eye contact with him. He undid her jacket and slowly ran his hand over her blouse. She allowed him to do so, as she flashed back to Paris, to the many times he touched her.
"My five year plan ended a year ago." She whispered. "I was wrong to leave you out of it."
"But you did." He said. " and now you're the Director of NCIS."
"And I'm here, with you…" Jenny spoke softly, her eyes still fixed on his.
"I want to make up for lost time, Jen." He pulled her close.
"That's lots of lost time to make up for." She replied. "Sure you can handle it?"
He watched as her eyes sparkled.
"You're the one who could never pace herself." He smiled.
"Times change…perhaps I've learned?" She suggested.
"May I find out?" He could feel her breath against him, desperate to kiss her, make love to her and tell her he loved her. Because he really did love her. He had never stopped loving her.
She remained silent, her eyes still on his until their lips brushed against each other.
It was like their first kiss all over again. The passion grew as their bodies pressed together, the sweet smell of sawdust fusing with her scent as he ran his hands through her long, red hair. He brushed his tongue against her lips and she let it dance about hers, her arms wrapped around him.
The pair broke apart for a lingering moment, capturing each others excitement and desire before Jenny slipped Jethro's jacket to the floor. She teased him through his shirt before undoing it and watching as he dropped it to the floor. She caressed his bare chest, re-familiarising herself with the feel of his skin before resting against him while she removed her boots.
There was no need for words as the rest of their clothes fell to the floor, followed by Jen and then Jethro, straddled over her, peppering her upper body with kisses, knowing exactly what she liked despite all these years.
He had never forgotten the sensitive part of her collarbone, or how she liked to claw at his back while he ran his fingers through her hair. The smell of her shampoo hit his nostrils and he realised she used the same one even now. He smiled against her lips as he caressed her body, hoping the moments to come would linger, and that this time, they would never end.