Thank you to all my reviewers and my old and new story alert adders. So here is the WARNING we enter Mature territory! Consider yourself warned.

I hope you will enjoy!

Disclaimer: Still own nothing but my imagination!

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Previously

He leaned down to capture her lips again, as he bucked into her, when their passionate time was interrupted by the annoying ringing of Jenny's phone.

"Damn it!" Gibbs sighed and rested his head on her shoulder, but quickly rolled off her when the phone kept ringing.

Jenny grabbed her phone and quickly answered, "Agent Shepard!"

"Jenny, are you alright? You sound out of breath," Morrow questioned.

"I uhm… was… uhm… out collecting wood and heard the phone ringing so I ran inside!"

"Jenny it's a full blown blizzard where you are, I'm lucky to catch you with the terrible phone reception, don't tell me Gibbs is sending you outside!"

"Uhm… I lost a bet." She signaled to Gibbs that she needed help, but he just smiled her way.

Jenny continued her conversation with Director Morrow for a few more minutes until reception died and she closed her phone. She whirled around quickly and threw her phone toward Gibbs.

"Thank you so much for your help!" she said annoyed.

"Oh, you are welcome, but I must say I enjoyed the show. You got to learn how to lie, especially if you plan on acting on those urges you've been showing, and even more so if you plan on letting me act on mine!" He winked at her and smirked.

"What was I supposed to say?" she argued softly.

"If you had said to Morrow that we were having sex or trying to, at least, he would have laughed and left it at that."

"But that wouldn't have been a lie?" She walked over to him and sat down straddling him.

"Exactly! But he wouldn't have believed you." He kissed her nose, and moved his hands up her backside.

She laughed softly and captured his lips, her fingers slowly treading through his hair. His hands were working their way up to unclasp her bra. He softly parted his lips and began to re-explore her lips' shape, his tongue pressed for entrance once again, and as he was granted the wished entrance he opened the clasp of her bra, no longer toying with it. She felt the material slowly sliding off; she helped it along by slowly moving her hands down his body, and just before she reached his pants she shook of the bra. He leaned back for a minute to admire her now almost naked body. She placed a small hand on his bare chest and pressed him down on the floor, before she began to work on his pants.

He lifted his hips of off the floor to make it easier for her to pull the pants of him. When she had pulled them of him, she quickly returned her hands to him, she ran them up his legs, enjoying the feeling of his warm skin under her slightly cold and moist hands, even thought she didn't want to admit it, she knew her hands gave her away; she was nervous. She reached his boxers and paused, catching her breath before continuing. Her hands moved on their own now, she no longer had any control. Her left hand began to massage his groin, receiving very deep moans from Gibbs. After a few minutes of paying attention to him thought the silk of his shorts, she moved her hands to go inside his pants, but he quickly sat up, pressing their bodies together, his tongue flicking out to latch on her nipples. The action caused her to throw her head back and moan. As he cupped her breasts and systematically licked them, she felt herself getting more and more lightheaded. Jenny ran her fingers through his hair once and then moved to his boxers indicating she wanted them off of him. She was done teasing. She wanted action, and she wanted action now.

He pushed her to a stand so he could pull her pants down, and rid her of the last items she was wearing, and as he watched her pull her lace panties down he quickly got rid of his boxers. Now standing before one another as God created them, Jenny reached out a very feminine hand and rested it above his racing heart. Gibbs closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again and pulling her to him. Kissing her with renewed hunger, he lowered her to the rug and rhythmically moved his hands over her body, he felt her wrap her legs around his waist, and he positioned himself and began to push forward to enter her, when suddenly the heavy air was cut through with the sharp ringing of, this time, Jethro's phone.

"If that's Morrow I will murder him!" he breathlessly stated.

"And he will murder you, if he found out what you are doing to his god daughter!" Jenny smirked and untangled her legs from around his waist.

"Are you….Morrow? Really?"

"Yes, now go get that phone or he will get suspicious!" She pushed him of off her, and grabbed the blanket of the couch and wrapped it around her body, whilst enjoying the view of his naked body moving across the room.

"Gibbs!" he said into the phone in a hoarse sounding voice.

"Jethro, Morrow here, is something wrong?" their Director asked concerned.

"Uhm, nope!"

"Jenny's phone went dead or at least the signal did when I talked to her earlier, you are not sending her out in the snow are you Jethro? If you are, you better go help her or I will hurt you when I see you!" Morrow threatened and Gibbs could almost see the wrinkles forming on the older man's face.

"I would never ask a woman to go out and do hard work, and especially not in a blizzard. We were just having sex, so you are actually interrupting!" Jethro said with a completely straight face and he was looking directly at Jenny, who was the image of shock and horror.

"Oh, you are funny, Jethro. I will call you when we get the clear to come and pick you up or if we find your murderer!" Morrow laughed out and hung up.

Gibbs turned to Jenny who was curled up in the blanket, still staring at him with her mouth hanging open.

"I told you he wouldn't believe you or me for that matter if we told him." He threw his phone on the couch.

"You just told the man I respect as much as my late father, that we were having sex and that he was interrupting us. Now I will never be able to look at him ever again. You really know how to kill the mood." Jenny got up and searched the room for her clothes.

"Oh, come on, Jen. It's not like either will be bursting through that door." He placed his hands on her naked shoulders as she tried to put on her panties one handed.

"No Jethro, I can't. It would feel like Morrow and my father were watching or at least listening to us. Besides its only sex; you can get that anywhere!" she threw at him.

"But Je-en!" Gibbs whined.

"Did you just pout?" She tightened the blanket around herself.

"Maybe a little, but hey, you are the one who is depriving a man of his needs, and you are doing so, right after you fire up under him, almost to his max! Look!" He indicated to his lower body, which was still in full mood.

"No, Jethro!" Jenny sat down on the couch and pointed across the table, to the comfortable chair on the other side.

"I can't believe you have that much power over me, I just begged you to sleep with me!" Gibbs shook his head and wrapped the other blanket around him before he sat down.

They were quiet for a long time; Jenny was just looking into the flames of the fire, while Jethro read one of the old newspapers that were lying under the coffee table. Almost half an hour had past when Jethro broke the silence.

"How… uhm… how did your father die?"

"Why are you asking me that now?" she replied without moving her eyes from the fire.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to upset you. I just came to think of how sad you where when you got the call. And, well, I guess what I'm trying to say is that whenever you want to talk about it I'm here for you." He shrugged.

"Thanks Jethro," was her quiet reply as she got up and moved towards the bathroom, on her way there she picked up his shirt and he noticed her long red hair flowing after her just before she slammed the door shut.

Jethro just sat and stared out into the open, almost jumping at the sound of the shower starting. He could feel his body yet again beginning to stir he looked down to his lap and muttered under his breath, "Seriously buddy, she is just in the shower." He shook his head couldn't believe himself, he got aroused just from picturing Jenny naked in the shower.

After a good twenty minutes he couldn't take it any longer, the sound of hissing water had him in need of the bathroom. He walked over to the door and knocked softly.

"No, Jethro, I don't want to talk, go away!"

"First of all, I'm not here to talk. Second is it ok if I use the toilet while you shower?"

"Uhm… ok fine!" She sighed and he heard the curtain being drawn to the side and then the lock turning. He entered immediately, and moved toward the toilet. Staring her way, noticing she was still standing by the door, hands on her hip.

"What?" Gibbs questioned

"So you really had to use the bathroom. This was not just pretending?" She smiled as she watched him finish.

"Yeah of course, what did you think?"

"Oh, Jethro, you can be so dense sometimes." Jenny shook her head and moved to the shower again.

"Well, I would love to ravish you, but I thought you wanted to be alone since you fled to the shower!"

"Jethro, I just don't want to talk about my father, ok? He died and I'm sad about it and that is final, ok? Now come in here and wash my back!" She began to rinse the shampoo out of her hair.

"I can't, Jenny."

"What? Why not?" She turned her upper body to get a better look at him.

"Because that would be torture for me. Touching you like that and having to stop!" He looked down at his betraying body.

"Did I tell you to stop at that? I just want someone to wash my back and should that develop to something else then we will take it from there!" With that she handed him a sponge and turned her back to him. He stepped into the shower and began running the sponge up and down her smooth backside. He followed the contours of the cheeks, running the sponge along the length of her spine to run over her shoulders. He repeated that same thing over and over again, but as his lower body made itself present again, the sponge began to leave her backside more than often and instead run over her to her front, softly washing her breast, letting it follow the path of her abdomen down to her womanhood; she spread her legs discreetly as he pressed his hands softly into her thighs.

The feeling of the soft sponge running over her taut bud, feeling his fingers dig slightly into her hip, while grinding his erect member between her buttocks. He dropped the sponge, and quickly placed his hands on her breasts, rolling her nipples between his forefinger and thumb. She arched her back, pressing her buttocks more into his growing member and pushing her breasts more fully into his hands, enjoying the feeling of his warm body almost plastered to hers. Suddenly she turned in his arms and pressed him against the wall with one hand, only to drop to her knees in front of him, grabbing him with the hand that just had pushed him backwards, slowly pumping him, as her eyes asked for permission to taste him. He put a hand on top of her head as his signal that she had his permission. She kept to her slow pumping for a short while, then he noticed her wetting her lips, she looked up at him, and caught his eye, he smiled down at her and moaned as she closed her lips around him.

She felt him tighten as her lips made contact, and held still for a few second then began dragging her lips up his length. When she reached the tip of his arousal, she heard a low and deep growl leave his throat, a small smile spread over her face as she moved back down his member. Just as she reached halfway, they were brought out of their haze by Jethro's phone.

TBC