It was a lazy, albeit rare, Sunday for Kate and Gibbs. She was lounging on the couch, trying to read the same line of her book, when she heard that same interruption she'd been hearing for 10 minutes – a low hum, nearly a growl, rising from Gibbs throat.
She lowered her book to look over it, eyes cutting in his direction to figure out what the hell he was growling about.
He was at the end of the couch, socked feet resting on the coffee table, in grey sweatpants and the green USMC hoodie she had grown quite attached to, squinting at the case file in his hands.
She snorted softly as she lifted her book back up and nudged her feet into his thigh where she was resting them, "You know, you wouldn't have to strain your eyes if you would just wear your reading glasses, Jethro," she murmured in his direction attempting to pick back up where she'd left off.
Gibbs ignored her, shifting away from her heels digging into his thigh and attempted once more to read the file in front of him before emitting another low growl, "I don't need 'em Kate, got perfect vision."
Kate snorted, loudly this time, and shut her book, dropping it onto the coffee table. "The day you have perfect vision just so happens to land on the same day hell freezes over, Gibbs. You're going to give yourself an aneurysm trying to glare your vision into being better."
Standing up, Kate drops a kiss to the top of his head and catches his teenager-like eye roll out of the corner of her eye as she makes her way into the kitchen.
Chuckling, she bends over to grab a beer out of the fridge and calls out behind her, "If you tell me where you put them, I'll get them for you. That vein in your forehead is gonna pop and it's not gonna be cu-"
Kate is cut off by the not so gentle slap her boyfriend lays on her ass. Standing up to turn around, a glare forming in her features, she comes face to face with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, "Don't need my glasses to see that, Katie," making his point by gently squeezing her butt.
Rolling her eyes and attempting to hide a smile, Kate sashays past him with her beer and heads back into the living room.
Plopping down onto the couch, she looks back at him as he grins and leans against the kitchen counter.
"I'm serious, Jethro. Glasses. Face." She knocks back a swig and notices his face has gone from "naughty school boy" to "little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar".
She cocks her head and squints at him, "What? Don't tell me you lost another pair of glasses."
His averted glance tells her that is exactly what fucking happened.
Kate groans and drops her head to rest on the back of the couch as he makes his way to her, kneeling in front of her and laying his palms onto her bare thighs.
He loved when she wore nothing but one of his old USMC shirts, it made him feel proud in some way.
Leaning down, he left gentle kisses along her thighs as he murmured, "They're 'round here somewhere. I'll find 'em and wear 'em just for you Katie girl."
He grinned as her fingers slowly snaked into his hair, knowing the nickname would soften her up.
She suddenly jerked his head up by his silver locks, a mischievous grin forming on his face as she ran her thumbs down his cheeks.
He kissed her palm as she grinned, "Jethro, how do you manage to lose a pair of glasses when you only frequently visit two rooms in this entire goddamn house?"
He snickered and leaned forward, nuzzling her clavicle and mumbling softly, "Who needs glasses when I can see your beautiful face and fine ass with no problem?" L
aughter rang through the house as she pushed him away by his chest, only to pull him back by his hoodie and envelope his lips in an angry, but nonetheless loving, kiss.