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Causal Fridays

"You did this on purpose." Jethro Gibbs hissed the words into her ear.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Jenny looked at him, their faces so close she couldn't help but kiss him.

"You're wearing jeans." His hand slid across her denim covered thigh. "Oh my God."

"It's casual Friday." Jen Chuckled. His nails gently scrapped across her incased thigh. "Jethro, we're in the middle of MTAC!" She warned.

"Everyone is watching the screen."

"This is an important op, I'm watching it too."

"You just keep doing that, better not to rouse suspicion." Jethro moved his hand up and under her silky blouse. "Damn, you feel good. Tell me how it feels to touch yourself; I need to know."

"Get a life, Jethro."

"Your indifference is sexy, but I want details."

"Actions speak louder than words, you know." She retorted and he could practically feel her smirking as he responded to her challenge.

It was hard to unbutton her Levis with one hand but Jethro managed. Jen spread her thighs as much as possible in the enclosed space; even with two chairs, there was not much room. His finger teased the crotch of her satin panties before sliding inside.

"I know how it feels when I touch you." Jethro stroked her clit; she did her best not to whimper. Jen took firm hold of his wrist, a warning on her face. Gibbs smiled; his sea blue eyes evident even in the dark.

"Don't fight me Jen."

"Jethro…"

"Shh," his kiss quieted her. "We both know yopu want this just as much as I do."

Jenny smiled, giving in. His fingers went from gentle to urgent in mere moments. Jethro tried to go deep, that was how she liked it, and her hips bucked to meet his strokes. She wanted more, begged for it as quietly as she could. The chairs were a hindrance; Jen's legs could only move one way without obstructing his hand. Jethro's heavily concentrated breaths burned in her ear.

"Oh man, you are so….you're soft, velvety, wet, and so sexy." Jethro sucked her earlobe.

"Oh dear God, Jethro." Jenny slid down in the seat, finally felt him go so deep. She bit her lip hard to keep from crying out.

"Ohhh…" Jen moaned again and clutched the other armrest until her knuckles were white. "I need to cum, I can't hold it anymore."

"Yes you can. I'm not done with you yet." Jethro's palm pressed into her swollen clit. Jen grabbed his tee shirt.

"Jethro, please…please."

Three fingers inside her now, the Director teetered on the edge of oblivion with no parachute. Jen let out a gasp of frustration that startled her lover. He looked around the room but it went unnoticed. Jenny's hand was in her panties now too. It was a tight squeeze but she gave herself the relief she longed for. Massaging her clit with her thumb and forefinger while Jethro fucked her silly, it didn't take long. Jennifer Shepard didn't scream, whimper, or call his name. A tear slid down her cheek and Jethro kissed it, relishing her salty sweetness. He moved her hand, stroking the pulsing skin until she came again, and again.

"Stop," Jen grabbed his hand in hers. "Please."

"Actions speak louder than words. I want you so much; that was just a preview. It's your fault, you know."

"How do you figure?" JEN was still breathless.

"You know how I get when you wear jeans, Jenny. Let's get out of here; let's go somewhere with a bit more space."

"You're so cute." She stroked his cheek. "But I can't move."

Jethro laughed. He kissed her and never wanted to stop.

"Meet me in your office in 15 minutes."

Jen's hand rubbed his erection. He was not kidding, when he said now he meant it.

"10 minutes, Jethro. I don't think we'll make it any longer than that."

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My first Smut fic… let me know what you think…

Xoxo Ali