Different
It's different from Jeanne. It happened gradually both times, but with Jeanne you were with her- although you weren't really, not honestly- but you were still there. But with this girl, this woman with the dark, tumbling curls and sharp widows peak, with the liquid brown eyes and the smooth olive skin, with the accented provocative tongue from which languages flow like a river and soft, clever, dangerous hands… with her it's different, oh so different, because you want her, you feel like you need her and yet you can't. You can't. She's the forbidden fruit, luscious and tempting and calling to you, but the entire situation holds you back, Gibbs, Eli David, her… she's avoiding the real issue between you, you're avoiding the real issue between you. Because there's something there, an underlying flirtatious tension between you- at least that's what you think, that's what you want to think.
And at the end of it all you wonder if maybe Jeanne was not the first time you really fell in love, and maybe you didn't fall in love with hr at all, maybe she was just an available outlet for what you couldn't express to the one who should have been the recipient. Maybe… just maybe… you were mistaken in the direction of your feelings.
-fin-
A/N: So... this is really short... have like a million other writing obligations, but have this need to write Tive so this is what happens during... English class, I think. I think there may be another weird one coming soon, maybe. Please tell me what you thought, even if it's just wtf.