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Trouble Getting Started
NCIS Director Jennifer Shepard was in her bedroom trying to decide what to wear to work. Dressed only in her stockings, black lace panties and matching bra she groaned as she took stock of her options for today's apparel. Her morning was not off to a good beginning; she discovered no one had picked up the dry cleaning and now she had nothing in the closet she wanted to wear. Plus, her hair was refusing to do anything close to what she wanted it to do. And now she heard the side door downstairs open and then slam shut. That was followed moments later by angry footsteps on the stairs and finally into the bedroom.
"I thought you left already." Jen said as she glanced at her husband stalking into the bedroom.
"Truck won't start." Was his curt reply.
Jen turned around to look more closely at Special Agent Jethro Gibbs, her very favorite person in the world and her husband. "Is that why you're wearing your coffee?"
"No." was all Jethro said as he began peeling off his shirt and unzipping his pants both of which bore obvious coffee stains.
"When are you going to get rid of that truck, Jethro?"
"There's nothing wrong with my truck, Jen."
"You mean besides the fact that it won't start?"
"Hey, don't you have mornings when you don't want to get started?" Jethro was now standing behind Jen wearing nothing but his boxers and his socks having thrown his coffee soaked clothes in the laundry basket. It certainly didn't escape his notice that she was standing there, hands on her hips and wearing very damn little.
Jen, smirking at him, turned and poked her finger in his chest and stepped up against him. "Are you comparing me to your truck?"
Jethro caught her finger and pulled it to his mouth for a kiss. "No, I'm not comparing you to my truck." His kiss traveled from her fingertip to her palm to her wrist and slowly, deliciously up her arm. Jethro hear little murmurings coming from his lovely wife so he continued his journey to her shoulder, across her collarbone and up the column of her neck. "I would never compare you to my truck, Jen." Now he was laying soft, sweet kisses on her jaw and both corners of her mouth. "Wanna know why?" he asked just before he devoured her mouth in a kiss that was anything but soft and sweet.
When Jen could manage to catch her breath and form a coherent sentence she said "Yes, why?"
Jethro scooped her up and unceremoniously dropped her on the bed. Lying almost on top of her Jethro traced his left hand down her stomach to the top of her lace panties and snuck his fingers inside. While Jen was being distracted by that maneuver, his tongue was caressing her right nipple through the lace of her bra. He kissed her briefly and finally answered her in a husky voice that Jen recognized as meaning they were probably going to be late for work.
"Because Jenny, I never have trouble getting you started."
