A/N: Basically, this is a crack!fic that came to my mind at midnight.. and I needed to write it. Think of it as.. me trying to get my Jibbs-writing back in gear. Also, I'm thinking pre-series. This was meant for a LJ community drabble.. However, LJ hates me, and does not as of yet. If you would like the likely-smutty second part, drop me a review and let me know. =) I'll only write it if those who read it would like it. Now the goddamn A/N is longer than the fic..
Disclaimer: Ah, damn. Owner of zip.
"Leroy," she drawled sultrily, carefully stepping over the painting materials on the floor. He was surprised, to say the least: the lack of heel-clicks on floor had granted her higher ground, and she'd crept up on him. Gibbs glanced down and found her in tennis shoes; shoes that – despite the obviously worn, grungy look they had – enticed his eyes to travel upwards still. The expanse of sun-kissed skin the barely-there spandex shorts revealed should undoubtedly be illegal in DC, as should the powder-blue tank top that rode up on her stomach. He snorted to himself; how in the hell was he supposed to get work done when she walked around like that?
His hands paused in taping around the floorboards in favor of stroking along her toned calves and down to her ankles, fingers wrapping around them possessively. He kissed what skin he could reach and then looked up at her, eyebrow raised in question.
Jen grinned. "I see you're feeling generous. Care to move that mouth of yours a little higher?" Gibbs whistled, taken aback by her blunt words.
"Ducky wouldn't appreciate his colleague's name reverberating off his walls," he drawled. She laughed at him again, her eyes twinkling in amusement.
"I see you've finally discovered a dictionary."
"Nah, you're just tantalizingly eloquent as a school teacher," Gibbs murmured, unabashed eyes flickering over her body; remembering. Jenny rolled her eyes fondly.
"Monsieur Gibbs," she cooed, sticking her lip out pitifully. Christ, her French accent could send shivers down any sane man's spine. "Your wife will come soon. I do wish.."
He groaned. "Jen," - he went back to taping - "First of all, you lost the hard-on when Diane came to mind. Secondly, it's more effective in the maid's outfit."
Sure, the sex that they had to spite Diane in the beginning had been amazing; and, sure, Jenny had been amazingly sexy just then.. But in Ducky's spare bedroom was not the place to embark on another 'sexpedition'.
Her chaste kiss and muttered goodbye as she left the room a few minutes after they finished taping off the room, however? It told him that he would probably regret denying her later.
Fuck; she still had his cuffs.