AUTHOR'S NOTE - Eh, I do realise this is my second drabble with a similar theme, but hey, I can't help it if my plot bunny says I have to write it. He's a bully. :|
Not beta'd and English is not my mother tongue.
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DISCLAIMER - If I did, it'd be on HBO. 'Nuff said. :D
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MINT TASTES GOOD ON YOU
"Jen?" – Gibbs called one evening. "You coming to bed soon?"
"Mm-hmm," – she murmured from the bathroom. "Just have to brush my teeth."
He groaned and buried his head in the pillow.
Few knew just how much Leroy Jethro Gibbs despised the smell and the taste of mint, so when Jenny Shepard moved her mint-flavoured toothpaste next to his lemon-twist one earlier that day, he glared first at the offending item and then at smirking Jenny.
"What?" – She asked innocently.
"What the hell is that?" – Gibbs growled.
"My toothpaste. Why?"
"Coyness doesn't become you, Jen."
Her smirk widened into a full-blown smile, which did nothing but intensify his glare. She moved closer and kissed his cheek before abandoning the bathroom and leaving Gibbs glaring at the source of his displeasure.
"Jethro?"
The voice snapped him from his musings and opened his eyes to see Jenny standing right above him, next to the bed, a toothbrush in one of her hands, her mouth covered with white foam. He raised his eyebrows in lieu of a question.
"I asked if you were okay."
Gibbs nodded absentmindedly, focused on his lover's face. Then her body. Her half naked body.
"Okay, what's the problem, Jethro?"
He startled when he realised Jenny moved and was straddling his hips, the toothbrush still in her hand. She was looking at him pointedly, a question in her eyes.
He stared back and for a while, neither said anything, but then Gibbs sighed, realising that he might as well get it over with. Especially if he wanted to kiss those sinful lips again.
And he did. Soon.
"I don't like mint."
Jenny looked taken aback for a moment or two, as if she wasn't really expecting him to elaborate.
"Ah...I see," – she licked her lips invitingly. "You sure?"
The immediate nod of Gibbs's head quickly turned into a shake and Jenny's thoughtful expression was replaced with a wide smile.
"Tell you what," – she offered, wiggling minutely over his lap, making him grab her hips to still them. "You give it another try and if you still don't like it, we'll see, hmm?"
By then, Gibbs was so mesmerised by the mischievous glint in Jenny's eyes, he would've probably agreed to anything. He nodded.
"Good."
Before he could register it, Jenny leaned in close and brushed her lips over his, her free hand grasping the back of his neck. She moved back a little, touching her forehead to his and licking her lips provocatively before claiming his again.
Gibbs found himself an active participant of the kiss, sitting up and putting one arm around Jenny's waist to pull her closer, while the fingers of the other tangled in her hair.
Her tongue tasted sweet, despite the minty tinge he could feel.
As Jenny's toothbrush landed on the floor – both of her hands moving into his hair – and a loud moan escaped her mouth, Gibbs realised that maybe, just maybe, mint wasn't so bad, after all.
Or maybe it just tasted good on Jenny.
- THE END -