The plane trip to Paris.

Jen gripped the arms rests of her seat and the plane juddered down the runway. She loved flying, but hated this part, the taking off. She squeezed her eyes shut. At least she now had her own private jet, being Director of NCIS had its occasional perks. She tried to imagine the strong hand clutching hers to calm her and was reminded of the plane journey to Paris.

A strong, warm hand clamped over hers and squeezed gently. She opened one eye and glanced at Gibbs who was trying to hide a smile. She glared at him as best she could, using only one eye to send hatred his way, it wasn't a particularly good glare, but he got the message and pried her hand off the armrest and wound his fingers with hers. She was grateful for the silent support he was offering and gave him a weak smile. Once the plane leveled out, she relinquished her hold of his hand and he groaned as he flexed his fingers, trying to get the blood to flow back in, she playfully punched his shoulder.

"Thanks." She mumbled, hating the fact that she had shown her weakness to her boss.

"You're welcome." He answered as his hand left hers and settled on her thigh. She glanced at him with raised eyebrows and he leaned over to whisper in her ear.

"Ever had sex on an airplane?"

"Gibbs." Her strangled cry was muffled when his hand clamped over her mouth.

"Well…have you?" He asked again and she shook her head against his hand. He took his hand away and she licked her lips.

"Was that an offer Jethro?" She asked, her voice low and seductive. He raised an eyebrow and grinned. They sat in silence for the next half an hour until the seatbelt light went out. Gibbs undid his and turned to her.

"It's a good thing it's an over night flight." She looked at him confused for a second until she saw the glint in his eyes.

"You are insatiable." She laughed and leaned over and kissed her.

"Yeah…but…you…love it." He murmured through kisses. Her reply was lost as his tongue slipped between her lips.

A few hours later, the overhead lights had been turned off and the vast majority of the passengers were asleep. Even the air hostesses were settling down at the back of the plane. Gibbs glanced over at the sleeping Jen and brushed a lock of red hair away from her face. She stirred slightly and he leaned down.

"Jen?" He whispered into her ear and she mumbled something incoherent. He pulled her earlobe into his mouth and she sighed. He pulled away and she opened her eyes.

"What?" She sounded cross although Gibbs knew it was all show.

"The lights are out."

"I can see that." She replied, "It's because people are sleeping." She tried to get comfortable again; he stood up and tugged her hand gently.

"Come one." He urged and she looked at him.

"You were serious?" She asked and all she got in return was a grin. "No." She said.

"No? Why the hell not?" He asked. When she just shook her head at him, he sat back down, "Do you want me to beg Jen? Because we both know it is not a pretty site." She laughed gently and pretended to contemplate his offer. She looked towards the tiny bathrooms and his eyes lit up.

"Come on then." She said and he all but dragged her up the aisle. Swiftly looking around to make sure no one was watching, he bundled her into the stall, followed her through the door and shut it firmly behind him. He turned to her and she smiled wickedly. He launched himself at her with a groan and pushed her against the wall. She wrapped a leg around him and pulled him closer as he ran a hand up her thigh. She stifled a moan as his hand grazed her inner thigh. They both sprang apart at the knock on the door and Gibbs agitatedly stuck his head out.

"Excuse me Sir, but it's against regulations to conduct in "Inter Personal Relations" in the airplane bathrooms." The airhostess said, her voice thick with un-disguised disdain.

"I'll be out in a second." Gibbs snapped as he slammed the door in her face and grabbed Jen and pulled her roughly to him again.

"A second?" Jen asked, "If my memory serves me correctly, it takes longer than that Jethro." He glared at her and she laughed. "Come on." She said, "I help you relive that 'tension'", she leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially in his ear, "We'll need a blanket."

Jen stifled a laugh at the memory of Gibbs' face at being interrupted and heaved a sigh of relief as the plane leveled out. She turned to her travelling companion.

"Ever had sex on an airplane?"

Ha ha, you thought you were going to airplane sex didn't you?! Mind out of the gutters people! I'll leave you to decide who she is on the plane with.

V!

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