Title: Fireworks

Rating: R18

Characters/Pairings: Jenny Shepard, Jethro Gibbs; Jibbs.

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS. Obviously. If I did, do you honestly think Jen would be dead?

Warnings: ZomgSEX. =O . . . Surprise, surprise.

Spoilers: Er… Not really. It's in Paris?

Author's Note: Written with Mia/Headslapdiva


Jen put her camera down on the table again, reaching over and stealing one of his fries when he wasn't looking. "Why, Jethro, of all the food you could get in Paris. Would you get fries?" She teased, pulling her chair closer to his and getting comfortable. She reached under the table and took his hand, using her free hand to keep eating her salad. "I don't get how you're still alive after eating crap like that all the time." She smiled sweetly.

Jethro rolled his eyes good naturedly at that and smirked when he caught her stealing food from his plate. He grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles gently. "Quit stealing my food and I'll tell you how." He knew how she would get if he caught her. She would usually get all cute and act like she hadn't done anything. "And this is comfort food," he said as he stuffed a few fries into his mouth.

She giggled, blushing a little when he kissed her hand. "Yeah, sure." she drawled, smiling a little more and pushing her plate away since she felt full enough. Or maybe she was just tired of her salad. She couldn't decide. She reached over and stole another fry, grinning at him innocently. "I thought comfort food to you was Chinese." She teased.

He smirked. "Can't get it over here. At least, not as good as it is in the States." He laughed and kissed her cheek. "Quit stealing my food Jen, or I'll have to have my way with you when we get back to the hotel," ee purred. Although he knew that would just egg her on and make her try harder to steal his food. "But maybe I shouldn't do that to you. Maybe I should just tease you mercilessly."

She gave him a look at his words, and reached forward to steal another- until he corrected himself. She gasped, eyes widening. "You're just mean." She accused, shaking her head and then resting her chin on his shoulder. "Hurry up. You eat so slow. Jees. Why can't you eat as fast as you do everything else?" She rolled her eyes dramatically.

He laughed. "I want to enjoy this. Let me have that." He gave her a look. "When we're in Italy, I can promise you can watch me shovel pizza into my mouth all you like." He lightly swatted the back of her hand as she kept trying to steal his food. He gave her a glare when he finally caught on what she was implying. "You are in trouble, Jen."

She wrinkled her nose, "Uh. No hanks." She laughed softly. She pulled her hand away when he swatted her again and she giggled. "I am not." She pouted, leaning back and giving him the 'cute and innocent' look he could never say no to. "I didn't do anything."

He shook his head and growled softly. "Of course not, Jen." He looked away and tried to ignore the "cute" face. He hated it when she did that, since he could never ever say no to her. "Jen, what are you doing?" he growled, looking over at her, suddenly cursing the fact that they were at this cafe and not in their apartment.

"I'm not doing anything." She said sweetly. "Now. Hurry up, I'm bored." She pouted again, almost bouncing in her seat. "I don't want to miss the fireworks later." She reached for her water and drank the last of it before going for her camera again to put it away.

He shook his head and laughed. "I want to savour my food, Jen. I didn't wolf it all down like you did." He kept eating, making sure she didn't "assist" him in any way. He finished his food and smirked. "Now all we have to do is wait for the check." He signalled their waiter for their check and gave her a charming smile.

She rolled her eyes. "I did not. I just didn't get as much as you." Which she didn't mind. She didn't eat half as much as he did. Okay, that wasn't true. She just didn't eat that much often. She narrowed her eyes at his smile and giggled. "What?" She asked softly, leaning in and resting a hand against his face, leaning in and kissing him softly.

He kissed her gently and purred softly. "God, Jen," he murmured softly. "Why do you always turn things into a debate?" It was like a turn on for them. Jen just loved to start debates like that. "Does fighting turn you on?"

She kissed him again and smiled, pulling away and shrugging a little. "Because it's fun." She supposed. "And .. Well. Maybe." She blushed and looked away from him, covering her face.

He smirked when she started blushing. "God, Jen." He almost didn't want to say it, but he had to. "You look so damn cute when you blush like that." It made him fall in love with her all over again. He smiled are reached over to stroke her cheek gently. "How badly do you want to see those fireworks?"

She blushed harder, smiling shyly and leaning into his hand. "Badly." She said softly, "Come on, how often does someone get to come to Paris, Jethro." She protested, her expression threatening yet another pout.

He shook his head, unable to understand Jen's fascination with the place. But he had to admit, if only to himself, that it was a beautiful city. "We're here for months, Jen. We have time." He took her hand and gently squeezed it. "Unless you want to get all the sightseeing out of the way now. It seemed like that was what she wanted.

She nodded, "I want to go see them. Come on. We only have a few days left before we'll be working again. Pleeease?" She started pouting at him again, lacing her fingers through his and keeping his hand.

He nodded and kissed her softly. "Yes, we can go see the fireworks." He paid for their food and looked over at her, tilting his head at her. "Here's what I don't get. Thunder and lightning terrifies you, but you love fireworks. How does that work?" It was one of the many things about her that he didn't understand.

"Fireworks aren't all that dangerous to general public when done properly." She shrugged, "And you don't get wet. And. I don't know." She admitted finally. "It just works, shut up." She giggled, getting up and pulling him from her chair. "I'm a Scorpio. We're all about contradiction. Now let's go."

"And I'm a Virgo. We're perfectionists." He didn't know what it had to do with the conversation, but it was definitely something that Stephanie had always said about him. "Come on. Where are these fireworks?" He could just sense that she was about to tease him for something. He just didn't know what.

"Yeah, perfectionists on some things. There are others that could use a little work." She patted his shoulder and lead him down a stone laid road, hugging his arm when the air seemed a few degrees cooler near the water. She shivered, resting her head on his shoulder and looking up at him. "Apparently you can see them anywhere along here. I figure maybe somewhere where there isn't many people." She suggested.

He held her closer and smiled, looking up at the sky. He winced when cool raindrops spattered on his face, and he heard the distant rumble of thunder. "I don't think the fireworks are going to happen just yet, Jen," he murmured, taking off his blazer and letting her use it as a makeshift umbrella.

She smiled a little, pressing closer to him. "I think you might be right." She tensed slightly at a low rumble of thunder, holding his jacket closer to her as she leaned in the rail near the water. She could see dark clouds coming in the direction of the city, lighting up occasionally. She looked back at him and pouted. "We're far from the hotel..."

He smirked and pulled her down a deserted alleyway. "Come on. I think we can find shelter around here somewhere." He found a completely deserted area and pulled her close, pinning her to the wall. "Here, I'll shelter you from the rain," he murmured, leaning close to kiss her deeply.

She squeaked, stumbling slightly and then following him. She smiled a little. "There's no roof!" She pointed out, making a soft sound when he pinned her to the wall. "Ooh-" She blushed, eyes falling half closed in one of those bedroom-expressions. She returned the kiss, moving one hand up to rest against his cheek as she continued the kiss, curling her fingers around the fabric of his shirt and pulling him closer, closing the space between them entirely. "I like the way you think, Jethro." She purred.

He smirked and ran one hand down her side. "I was hoping you would," he purred softly. "It would be a shame if you didn't." He kissed her again, deeply, and started to grind against her slowly. He was turned on, partly from the thought of them doing this in such an open place, partly because she always seemed to have that effect on him.

She moaned softly, arching against him when he began to grind against her. "Mmn, you know we could get arrested for this." She murmured, moving her arms around his neck and moving against him slowly, thankful she'd worn a skirt that day. She gasped softly when she felt how hard he was against her thigh and felt her knees nearly buckle. She tightened her hold on his shirt, moaning quietly.

He kissed her deeply and moaned when she started grinding against him. "I know. It's part of the thrill." He noticed she was wearing a skirt and growled, slipping a hand between her legs to tease her. He could feel her heat through her panties and moaned.

She gasped, rather loudly, arching up at his touch and moving one leg up to hook it around one of his, pulling him slightly closer as he touched her. She could tell by what she felt against her thigh that he didn't need much encouragement. "God, if anyone knew what you were really like." She murmured against his neck, moaning softly.

He kissed her deeply and nipped her lower lip. "No one would believe you, Jen. They all think I'm a total hard-ass," he whispered, leaning close to bite at her neck. "God, Jen, you feel so damn good." And he wasn't even buried deep inside her yet!

"Ohh, but really, you're just a bad ass." She murmured, kissing him deeply and making a soft sound when he bit her. She kissed him more eagerly, burying her face against his neck when he broke the kiss. She tilted her head, gasping softly and leaning back against the wall when he bit her neck. Her knees really buckled that time and she used his weight to support herself, panting softly.

He caught her and held her close. "Got you," he murmured softly, kissing her roughly. He smirked and kept kissing her. "Ah, but I know you like my ass." He started to buck his hips against hers, growling softly. He wasn't sure what it was about this city, but it was getting to him. He needed her, and he knew it wouldn't take much.

She nodded, returning the kiss eagerly, and giggling softly at his comment. "Yes I do." She murmured against his lips, biting at his bottom lip playfully and gasping softly. She moved her hips forward, wanting to feel his fingers inside of her. She was so wound up she needed slight preparation before she could take him. She shivered, kissing him eagerly to let him know that.

He moaned when she nipped at his bottom lip and kissed her deeply when she shivered. The rain was falling down rather hard now, and he could hear the thunder rumbling louder in the background. "What do you need, little red?" he purred softly, nipping at her earlobe. "Tell me." He just liked hearing her beg for certain things sometimes. Although with this, he knew they needed to be careful.

"I want you- your fingers inside of me." She murmured against his ear, suckling his earlobe gently. She was struggling to be quiet, but she knew he would cover her mouth if she got too loud. "Please- I'm so tense it hurts. I want you inside." She panted softly, biting him again.

He growled and pushed her panties aside with two fingers. Slowly, he pushed one finger into her wet heat and he groaned. He loved the feel of her, and he gently bit down on her neck to keep quiet. He could only imagine being buried inside her, and the thought made him rock his hips eagerly into her. He was so turned on, and she hadn't done anything to him.

She gasped softly, clawing the back of his neck and burying her face against his shoulder. "More." She whispered, "Please." She moved eagerly against him, digging her heel into the back of his thigh gently.

He added a second finger, growling at her reaction. He did that to her? It amazed him that he could make her beg and whimper like that. "You are so beautiful when you beg." He kissed her roughly, moving his fingers in and out of her slowly, stretching her for him

She gasped softly, feeling herself leak slightly around him. She whimpered his name, kissing him eagerly and distantly feeling the water soak through their clothes. "Take me, please Jethro. Please." She begged softly, meeting his eyes with her own lust-drunk gaze.

He looked into her lust-darkened green eyes and moaned softly, reaching down to undo the zipper to his khakis with one hand. He struggled to pull himself out of his boxers and pants. "Just hold still, Jen," he purred softly. All he wanted to do was take her hard and fast. He held her up and thrust into her roughly.

She cried out, burying her face against his neck and digging her heels roughly into his back. "Ohgod-Jethro-" She panted, bracing herself on his shoulders and leaning back against the warm, wet wall. "Please-don'tstop." She whimpered, letting her head fall back, her eyes squeezed tightly closed.

He curled one hand around one of her legs, helping to hold her up while he kept taking her. "God, Jen," he whispered softly. She felt so hot and tight, and he tried to control his breathing while he took her. "Not going to stop."

She kneaded his shoulders roughly, arching forward and mewling his name softly. She gasped and panted softly, digging her nails into his shoulders and clenching around him. He felt so good buried inside her like this- with such a risk of getting caught- and in the pouring rain. She shuddered at an intense rush of pleasure at the very thought of doing something so dangerous when they were both federal agents, no less.

He made small desperate noises when she clenched around him and he bucked harder into her. This felt so good, even if the risk of getting caught was high.

She tensed up at his small noises, kneading his shoulders and tightening her legs around him to him closer and force him deeper. She shuddered, gasping softly and clawing him roughly.

He kissed her deeply as he kept thrusting into her. He was getting so close. One hand slipped between them with a bit of a struggle and he began to tease her clit, growling softly against her neck.

She gasped, resting her forehead against his and clawing his shoulders anxiously. "Cum for me." She murmured. If she didn't, she could wait at least until they got back to their hotel.

He made a noise like a strangled whimper and came, moaning her name softly against her neck. How had he cum so hard and so fast just at her demand?

She gasped when he bucked into her roughly, pushing herself against his shoulders and letting her head fall back against the wall, feeling his heat fill her. She mewled softly, resting her head against his and panting softly.

He slowly calmed down, panting heavily, "Love you." He gasped, trailing kisses up her neck. That had been amazing.

"I love you too," She panted softly, trembling. "Can we go back to the hotel, now?" She asked quietly, forgetting all about the fireworks she'd been so determined to see. Although- at the moment she didn't quite trust her legs.

He nodded, lowering her down to the ground carefully. "Good idea." He pulled back slightly and tucked himself back into his pants, kissing her softly.

She whimpered at the loss of him and braced herself against the wall. She pressed forward, nuzzling his neck. "We're soaked. "She murmured.

He kissed her deeply in the pouring rain, nuzzling her temple softly. "I've noticed." He pulled her close, holding her tight and supporting her.

She pressed close, trying to ignore the storm. "How far are we from the hotel?" She asked, kissing him deeply one last time before they started walking.

"Not too far. I think." He wasn't entirely sure, though. He wasn't exactly familiar with the city quite yet. "We can call a cab if we have to." He pointed out.

"Can we, please?" She asked, lowering her head and blinking the rain from her eyes. She pressed closer as they walked, starting to shiver when she suddenly became aware of how soaked her clothing was now that she was cooling down.