Other than the Clothes on my back, DON'T OWN NOTHIN!
He was working on his boat down in his basement, doing his best to forget the day.
A shattered bottle of bourbon lay scattered across the floor.
Good thing he had finished it off before destroying it.
Which was probably why he was drunk off his ass at the moment. His mind was blissfully numb and he couldn't feel a thing.
Perfect.
Well, he couldn't feel a thing until the saw slipped and it sliced into his palm, immediately drawing blood.
With a cry of rage, he chucked the saw against the work bench. It knocked over several jars of nails and they scattered across the floor.
He stood there, breathing heavily from the exertion, and just stared at the mess. He didn't have the energy to pick anything up... Didn't even care at the moment.
Suddenly, he heard the top step creak and he immediately pulled his gun, spinning around a little too fast, and almost falling over as a result. He shot an arm against the wall to catch himself and dropped the gun in the process.
It went off and he heard glass shatter as a result.
"Damn it Jethro!".
He looked up to find none other than Jenny Shepard coming down his stairs, an annoyed look on her face.
God his head hurt.
He couldn't deal with this right now.
"Get lost Jen", he managed to say as he attempted to right his balance and ended up with his back against the wall, leaning back against it for support.
When he saw her approach him, closed his eyes and willed his double vision away.
"I think you mean 'Director shepard'", she snapped and crossed her arms across her chest.
He scowled at her, "My basement, my rules", he sneered, clearly irritated with her presence. The faster he figured out why she was here, the faster he could make her leave.
"What do you want?", he demanded.
She sighed, "I guess I just wanted to make sure you were okay", she said quietly, remembering why she was here.
He laughed at her, "What? You're suddenly concerned about my feelings? That'll be the day", he said meanly, hoping that he could piss her off enough that she would just leave.
She pressed her lips together tightly, "Okay, I deserved that.", she said and did her best to hide the hurt he had caused. "I know you're just trying to get me to leave... But seriously Jethro, how are you holding up with the case?", she asked.
He stared at her for a second. He didn't want to do this. That was why he had drank down most of his bourbon.
"Just go away", he said evenly and moved away from the wall over to the bench, grabbing a sander before moving back to work on his boat.
She moved toward him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Jethro, I'm serious. Why-", She started but was silenced as he suddenly threw the sander against the wall with a enraged roar.
"Damn it Jenny! I said get out of my fucking house!", he shouted and grabbed her upper arms roughly, backing her up until he slammed her against the wall, knocking the breath out of her. She stared up at him with fearful eyes, clearly not expecting his aggression and winced as his fingers dug into her delicate skin.
"What the hell do you want me to say?! That seeing the dead mother and child in that van reminded me of Shannon and Kelly?! Reminded me that I failed to keep them safe and that I have to live alone every fucking day for the rest of my life!". he shouted in her face and tightened his grip on her, causing her to grimace in obvious pain. Pain that he was clearly too drunk to realize she was in.
But his rage was quickly turning to something else as she saw tears forming in his eyes and his voice lowered, "And I never get to see my little girl grow up... I, I never get to hold her when shes upset, never get to give her away to a guy that would never be good enough for her. Never get to make love to Shannon," his voice was lowering to a hoarse whisper as the pain in his heart was made clear to her, "Never get to kiss her again".
Her heart broke for him and she wanted nothing more than to help him, do anything that would make him feel better or get past the hurt.
She saw his eyes dart to her lips and then back up to her eyes before a tear made it's way down his gruff cheek. And before she had time to realize how bad of an idea it was and stop him, his mouth was on hers.
Hard.
And brutal.
She gasped in response and he immediately took advantage as he thrust his tongue deep inside her mouth in search for her own, the taste of bourbon overwhelming her taste buds as he slid his wet tongue against hers.
She closed her eyes, imagining they were back in Paris. Or Serbia.
Anywhere but here.
She imagined they were still hopelessly in love and didn't have a care in the world as she kissed him back with so much passion.
But then she was brought crashing back down to reality as his hand grabbed onto her breast.
She immediately pulled back, put her hands on his chest, and pushed as hard as she could. He stumbled backwards and nearly lost his balance before he righted himself. He looked up at her, an impossibly vulnerable look on his face, as he made his way back to her slowly.
She pressed herself back against the wall and did her best to control her breathing.
"Jethro, we can't do this", she said evenly, even though her resolve was quickly dissipating.
She let out a shuttered breath as he braced himself against the wall with his hands on either side of her, his eyes boring into hers as he leaned in close, "Jen... Please. Make me forget", he begged.
She closed her eyes, unable to stand the hurt she saw in his.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs didn't beg.
"Jethro", she breathed, her heart and mind in the midst of a raging war of what would help him and what was best for her as he lightly pressed his forehead against hers.
"Jenny... Please... It hurts so bad", he whispered hoarsely, his voice thick with emotion.
And with that admission, she finally gave in with a heavy sigh, knowing there would be consequences but willing to deal with them.
She leaned forward and placed a small kiss on his bottom lip, letting him know that he had her blessing.
That he had her.
And he immediately took advantage of it, pressing her against the wall with his body as he forced her mouth open before she could pull back.
Her mind reeled as he kissed her with such intensity, doing her best to keep up with him and give him what he needed.
She felt a slight pressure on her torso, but before she could look to see what he was doing, he had already fisted his hands into her button up shirt and yanked hard, sending buttons everywhere as he exposed her creamy smooth skin before he disposed of the shirt altogether.
"Jeth-", she started but was cut off by the sensation on his hands on her breasts and his hot, impatient mouth on the very sensitive spot he knew was right under her ear. He sucked hard, probably too hard, before moving down to the juncture of her neck and shoulder and biting down hard enough to leave a mark.
She squirmed under him and fisted her hands into his shirt, willing herself to relax and let him get what he needed.
He massaged her breasts almost too roughly but she could handle it. Especially when he was placing small kisses and nips all over the side of her neck. She leaned her head against his and inhaled the sawdust scent that was uniquely him. It calmed her somewhat.
She felt him reach behind her and unsnap her bra with one hand, pulling it off if her and tossing it next to her ruined shirt. And then he grabbed onto her bare breasts at the same time as he pressed his mouth to hers in a bruising kiss.
Then, before she had a chance to object, he wrapped a strong arm around her middle and practically forced her to the floor and she shivered as the cool cement met her bare skin. He was instantly on top of her and then reached with one hand around her neck, tangling it into her red locks and gripping it tightly.
She bit her tongue as he pulled her head back, exposing her neck as he once more started to place little bites across it. She didn't want to reprimand him while he was in this state.
She knew he would never hurt her intentionally or take things too far, but right now, he had to keep it rough to keep himself grounded. Rough meant that he had control.
Control that he desperately needed right now.
And who was she to deny him when he was so obviously hurting?
She was brought out of her thoughts as he ground his hips into hers and she could feel his erection dig into her hip.
He was definitely ready.
And it was as if he could read her thoughts because he used the hand that wasn't in her hair to hike up her skirt and then pushing her panties aside, he plunged into her without warning.
They both cried out, though it was for different reasons.
'Damn it! When the hell did he even get his pants and boxers around his knees?!', she thought as he buried his face into the crook of her neck.
She dug her nails into his shoulders as he began to thrust at an erratic pack, biting her already swollen lips to keep herself from crying out again.
God it hurt!
She wasn't entirely prepared to take him yet and now he was thrusting into her with such force that it couldn't be anything but painful for her. But, judging by the grunts and moans coming from him, he was obviously in nirvana. She would definitely be sore in the morning.
And then, he shifted and she couldn't help but cry out at the new angle.
He stopped at her cry and lifted his head to meet her eyes. She wasn't prepared for what she found.
He was crying.
Eyes red.
Tears rolling down his cheeks.
She had never seen him cry before... And it broke her heart.
She cupped his cheeks and used her thumbs to wipe the tears away.
He turned his head as if he were ashamed of them, but she gently brought turned it back, "Its okay Jethro. Its okay.", she whispered and leaned forward to kiss his lips.
"They're gone", he said hoarsely and more tears came.
So she hooked her leg around his and carefully flipped them over, surprised that he didn't even attempt to resist.
She kissed him one more time, "Let me love you", she whispered and then sat up and began to move over him slowly, setting a pace that would give him what he needed and didn't hurt her near as bad as his thrusts had.
His eyes rolled back into his head as he relaxed and handed the reigns over to her.
She placed her hands on his chest, using him to steady herself as she moved up and down over him. His hands came up to rest on her hips and it worried her that he was completely passive in his hold on her.
Jethro was never passive.
Her attention was brought back to his face as he opened his eyes, a fresh wave of tears leaking down the side of his head.
"Oh Jethro", she whispered and leaned down kiss him, hoping and praying that she could take his hurt away.
But before she made it to his lips, he surprised her by sitting up straight so that her breasts pressed intimately against his chest and wrapped his arms around her, crushing her to him. She wrapped her own arms around his neck holding him close to her.
She could feel his hot tears on her skin as he buried his face into the crook of her neck. He let out another quiet sob and she moved against him faster, almost desperate to alleviate his pain.
And after only a few more minutes, she knew he was close to the edge by his quickened breath and the tight grip he had on her. She ground against him a few more times before she felt him stiffen under her and then he jerked involuntarily as his heat spill into her.
Breathing heavily, they both just sat there, panting as they held each other close.
She brought one hand up to gently run through his hair in an attempt to soothe him further.
After a few minutes, he mumbled something into the crook of her neck.
She ran her hand through his soft hair one more time, "What was that?", she asked.
"Don't leave me", he said, his warm breath almost caressing her throat.
She pressed her lips to his temple, letting her actions tell him exactly what he needed to hear:
She wast going anywhere.
A/N: whatchya think?