Author: MoiraShipper

Summary: Pre-NCIS. Jenny thinks about their time at the attic in Marseille.

Their home

Home, like a dream out of reach

I can't see through the film that clouds it

Memories fade to dust

Slowly losing touch

Home-Birdy

It was afternoon in DC and Jenny Shepard was lying against her chair, looking through the window of her office the sun. Memories from another afternoon started to invade her mind and she closed her eyes.

"Shepard, what are you doing?"

"Taking a break, as you told me." The redhead replied raising her eyebrow.

"No. What are you doing with that?"

Jenny turned to his partner who was staring at her, holding the binoculars, and she raised looked at him, confused. She was sat on the floor wearing a tank top with shorts, with her long legs crossed and a pink pack of moist towelette with strawberry scent on her lap. One hand clutched a moist towelette, passing it gently on her neck then on her collarbone, seeking relief from the heat of Marseille while the other hand held her red hair on top.

"Refreshing myself." She replied, containing a smirk. "You want one?"

And she pointed to the package, continuing to pass the moist towelette and Gibbs's eyes followed her hand, which went to her cleavage and gently passed the moist towelette, making the aroma of strawberry get stronger. Jenny felt her face flush under his watchful eyes and she raised an eyebrow questioningly.

There was something there in Europe that made her want to kiss him, and with all the flirtations and caresses shared in the last month in Washington, that mission for two in a sunny attic was making her not think straight. She was falling in love with him, so strong head like her, but fair and loyal, misterious and handsome.

"No." He looked away, watching the street below looking for suspicious activity, while holding the binoculars tightly, trying not to shiver.

But it was impossible to concentrate with the scent of strawberry invading his nostrils in that hot and stuffy attic, or the sighs of relief she was making.

For months, the two had been dancing around each other and Gibbs was finding it hard not to be attracted by her personality, her beauty as she was a leggy redhead, her intelligence and now her scent. When the smell got stronger, Gibbs couldn't stand anymore, throwing himself on the floor next to Jenny, his head falling back, closing his eyes with a heavy sigh. Soon he felt something moist over his tired face and he opened his eyes, finding Jenny's green eyes.

"Jen?" He asked suspiciously and she giggled, her eyes shining:

"Jethro?"

"What are you doing?"

"Helping you to relax."

He complained, but Jenny continued to pass the moist towelette across his forehead, brushing away a few strands of gray hair, making him relax a bit and she lowered it to his neck, making him sigh and close his eyes. She felt encouraged by his sounds and went toward his chest that was exposed by the buttons' shirt opened, exploring it, amazed at his physical.

The aroma that was on her skin was now on his too, as she passed the moist towelette over one arm and then the other, relieving Gibbs from the heat and applying light pressure on his body, massaging his muscles with her fingertips.

"Better?" She asked amused, smiling sweetly.

Gibbs couldn't resist her, so he sat and leaned forward, touching their chests and Jenny was surprised, as he kissed the pulse point of her neck, sucking there and making her shiver. Jenny's hand that was holding the moist towelette fell dead beside her body, as she felt him brush his teeth lightly and he raised his face, staring at her green eyes and asking for permission in silence.

She smiled, stroking his cheek and Gibbs closed the distance between them and kissed her gently, touching her lips, pressing them with his.

Their kiss started slow and exploratory and then it grew into something warm and full of passion, and Gibbs picked her up, making her heart skip a beat, feeling his stronger arms around her body, carrying her to the iron bed.

The sun pounded into the attic where they were, but none of them cared anymore about the heat and Gibbs looked one last time to Jenny, seeing if she would regret that, but the redhead wrapped one leg around his waist, smiling seductively, assuring him and Gibbs smirked, returning to kiss her.

Jenny was opening the buttons of his shirt slowly, massaging his chest and abdomen gently but sensual, making him call her name when her hand touched his member, caressing it.

"Jen..."

Gibbs pulled away from her to help her with their shirts and he dropped his lips to her neck, breathing in the strawberry flavor and he went to her breasts covered with her red bra, lowering his hands to them and squeezing, before opening her bra.

His lips went o her left breast, while his warm hands roamed to her belly, stroking and earning a moan from her, making her pull his gray hair, smiling in pleasure.

She smiled in pleasure, feeling his fingers entering het shorts, pushing her lingerie aside and touching her center, making her crazy while circling and massaging her spot and she wished she could stay in Marseille forever, make their home there to feel what Gibbs could do to her, without thinking about the aftermaths, the fact that she would leave him to concentrate only in her job, to do her revange,

Soon their clothes were on the floor and their naked bodies moved together, with arms and legs intertwined, while alternating the pace and Jenny's manicured nails lowered to her their bodies meet, running her nails over his member and provoking Gibbs every time he would pull out, making the man close his eyes in pleasure.

Jenny held the bar of the bed with one hand in pure pleasure feeling him increase the pace, both forgetting the sun shining over their bodies, both too focused on here and now, the green meeting the blue eyes in a magic moment.

"I wanna remember your touch forever..."She moaned and Gibbs smirked, thinking the same thing, before pressing his lips to hers hard.

And I wish I could stay in your arms, as if they were my home forever, and not break your heart when the mission is over. She thought, bitter, knowing that as much as she felt safe and good in his arms, all that mattered was putting her hands in La Grenouille and, seeing her stressed, Gibbs kissed her hard again, relaxing her.

When they reached the climax, Jenny laid her red head on the pillow, panting, but smiling with what had happened between them when she felt something wet on her forehead and her heart fluttered, finding blues and intense eyes.

Gibbs smiled at her, making her to melt, as he lowered a moist towelette gentle to her cheek, wiping the sweat and then he went to her neck, pulling away her red hair and earning a sigh from her, and when he reached her chest, Jenny blushed.

He could see that although she was relaxed, her mind seemed to be busy and behind her green eyes shining, there was a dark shadow as if she was hiding something from him, but Gibbs knew he shouldn't question her now, because they had a mission and any conflict might risk their partnership and mission.

"Thank you." She said, arching her eyebrows in surprise and dressing the white top and admitted: "I safe with you, as if you're my home."

"I feel the same when I'm with you Jenny, I feel safe." Gibbs said, surprising her that he felr safe with her, making her think from what.

He kissed her, lying next to her and Jenny leaned her head on his chest as he wrapped an arm protectively around her waist, both resting satisfied, wanting to stay like that, in their 'home' in that attic for a little longer.

Director Jenny sighed in longing, seeing the package of moist towelettes in her bag. How she missed her time with Gibbs in France, their 'home', but now they were all memories fading with time together with with their professional relationship thay was cooling.

She opened a resigned smile, seeing Gibbs's face again, giving one of his rare smiles from Europe and then she turned off the lights, leaving her office to go home alone.