A/N: I was pretty much ordered to produce fluff this time--I'm not sure if this consitutes, but I hope it suffices:]
Jennifer Shepard was, to put it mildly, very very glad her week from hell was over. It wasn't that it had been a particularly gruesome work week, or that SecNav had been any less understanding than usual. No one had even pissed off the FBI, so there wasn't really any reason for an outsider to believe that the Director of NCIS should be displeased with her seemingly benign week.
Jenny, on the other hand, was privy to the reason her week had sucked; that being because it was her all time favorite time of the month—with extreme sarcastic emphasis on the word 'favorite'. She had just been in an unpleasant, uncomfortable, sleepy, hysterical mood all week and had subsequently due to hormones and a bad temper magnified every little thing into some huge national crisis.
And now, at last, finally, thankfully, it was all over. She was home for a glorious weekend, rid of the monthly curse, and eagerly looking forward to lying around doing nothing and enjoying a few quiet, cramp-less days.
She wasn't looking forward to someone being in her house, and it became annoyingly clear someone was the moment she opened her door and discovered a Navy issue pea coat thrown over the banister of her stairs.
That wasn't all she discovered.
To her surprise, her first step resulted in her heel impaling something small and soft on the carpet. Closing the door behind her rather loudly to announce her presence—and as she squinted to examine the impaled object, she had a sneaking suspicion as to who was in her house—she lifted her shoe off and glanced at the heel's victim. Over the top of her very expensive and very beloved shoe, she followed a sprinkling of similar small squishy objects up her stairs and, she assumed, down the hall.
There was a Hershey's kisses trail in her house, up her stairs, and probably leading into her bedroom.
The annoyance evaporated just a little as she removed her other shoe and placed them at the foot of the stairs, raising her eyebrow at the little cone-shaped candies. The point, she assumed, was to lure her up the stairs instead of into her study where she'd sip a glass of bourbon and do a little work. Clever, she thought, and cute; she really didn't want to succumb to following chocolate up her stairs like a lovesick child—but she couldn't just ignore a bunch of chocolate.
Jenny conceded. She plucked one of the kisses off of her stairs and gave them each an amused look as she walked up the stairs, her hand skating along the banister as she tugged the aluminum foil wrapping off one with her teeth.
She bit off the tip of the kiss like she always did and smirked as she followed the candy to her bedroom, pausing briefly in the doorway. The candy went straight for the bed, and turned in a swirly trail at the last moment towards her ensuite bathroom. Triumphantly, she noted the gun and badge thrown on her bed that confirmed her sneaking suspicion and took her time to cross to the bathroom, approaching silently.
Water was running; she should have noticed it immediately. The candy must have been a distraction tactic as well.
Jenny leaned in the doorway casually, still holding the last part of a Hershey's in front of her lips, tilting her head at her intruder's back as he ran his hands under the water in her sparkly clean bathtub. She resisted the urge to snicker when he didn't notice her, and instead glanced around at her bathroom.
Her robe was present; a few select items from her lingerie drawer that made her lift an eyebrow to herself, a candle, a book, and a brand new box of Russell-Stover chocolates.
Her eyes all but lit up at the sight of the red-ribboned white box. She flicked her eyes back to her visitor's backside and smirked appreciatively before alerting him to her presence.
"Get lost on your way home, Jethro?" she asked smoothly, putting the rest of her Hershey's kiss in her mouth and smiling when one of his hands slipped into the tub with a splash and he turned around with a half-masked surprised look.
He straightened up and had the gall to look not guilty but accusatory.
"What're you doing here, Jen?" he asked brazenly.
Jenny gave him an incredulous look, rubbing one of her ankles with her barefoot.
"I live here," she answered smartly, glaring at him slightly. "Got a reason for breaking and entering?"
"I didn't," he answered defiantly, deftly slipping a gold key out of his jeans pocket and holding it up mockingly.
"That is for emergencies only."
"It was an emergency," he protested with a mutter, glaring at her. When Jenny gave him a disbelieving look and pursed her lips like a disapproving Director, he just quirked his own eyebrow and turned back slightly, pushing the running water to a hotter temperature.
"I know what week it is," he stated cryptically, throwing a dark look at her.
She flashed back briefly to a week in Paris when he'd borne the brunt of her PMS furor. Amused, she remembered his childish avoidance of her and suddenly wondered if the entire agency knew what week it was. Shaking the thought away, she narrowed her eyes at Jethro, deciding it was weird that he knew her cycle.
"That's creepy, Jethro," she informed him lightly, looking around. She slid down the doorway slightly and picked up another Hershey's kiss, holding it up and looking at it with a small smile, tilting her head at him.
"Thought you might need it," he said, watching her with cool eyes, "you always did," he added in an undertone, and she gave him a warning look that wasn't too serious.
"I planned on ducking out before you came home,"
Jenny snorted, and started to open the kiss in her hands, raising an eyebrow at him. She studied his face for a moment and then smirked.
"Liar," she accused, tossing the wrapper at a small waste bin, "you wanted me to catch you."
"Why would you think that?" he asked innocently, much too innocently. Leroy Jethro Gibbs was not innocent. Nor did he 'duck out' of places like a shame-faced adulterer.
Jenny shrugged and pushed off of the door frame, resting her palm on the edge of the sink as she pulled the edge of the red ribbon around the gourmet chocolates, touched that he'd remembered her favorite.
Russell-Stover, dark chocolate cream collection.
She looked up at Jethro through her eyelashes, flicking the ribbon aside and spreading her hand out over the top of the box as she covertly appreciated the way his undershirt clung to his torso in the musky, warm air caused by the steaming bath.
"These for me?" she asked, looking down at the box as she carefully started to lift the lid. She heard his non-committal grunt and bit her lip as she scanned the neat box of chocolates for her favorite.
She glared at the only empty little slot in the entire box and gave Jethro a sharp look.
"You ate my Dark Chocolate Raspberry Caramel Cream," she accused menacingly, approaching him with dark eyes.
He leaned against the wall next to her bath tub and casually shut off the water, leaving the bubbles to bubble silently and steam to rise from the bath. He smirked as his hand skated over the side of the tub and swiped something; he produced the aforementioned prized chocolate and held it up tauntingly.
Jenny just lifted an eyebrow, a wicked smile creeping across her lips slowly.
"Jethro," she started, as if interrogating a suspect, "if you were going to quietly duck out the back after setting up such a nice, relaxing treat for me, therefore making sure I didn't catch you and we didn't end up naked somehow—and I'm not saying we will," she added, seeing the flash in his blue eyes. She smirked, tilting her head provocatively. "If there is truth to that statement…why did you kidnap my favorite chocolate?"
He just gave her a blank look, the best unconcerned and unaware mask she'd ever seen. Too bad she could spot the mischievous, wicked glint in his eyes from a mile away no matter how hard he tried to disguise it with indifference.
"You're holding it ransom," Jenny announced coolly. She reached up and, with an unaffected air, tugged her hair from its pristine bun and let it tumble down her back. She smirked at him, approaching him and grabbing his wrist, holding tight the hand that held her candy captive and pursed her lips, watching him attempt to remain unconcerned.
"You, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, are attempting to seduce me," she accused, narrowing her eyes playfully.
His lips twitched.
"Is it working?"
Jenny smiled like a Cheshire cat and took her Dark Chocolate Raspberry Caramel Cream from his hand delicately, squinching her nose as it smeared against her fingers, warm and sticky from sitting on the edge of the bathtub. She gave Jethro a reprimanding look.
"Chocolate melts when it gets hot," she informed him patronizingly, lifting an eyebrow.
She tried not to breathe him in. His intoxicating scent of bourbon and sawdust was already enough to drive her mad, but he smelt faintly of chocolate tonight, too, and that really was too much.
Her eyes fluttered slightly as she surrendered and took a deep breath, leaning in a little too close, shrugging away her practical mind. She snapped her eyes open and pulled his hand down between them, giving his larger hand a look. Jenny flicked her eyes up to him and grinned, pressing her thumb into his palm and bringing his fingers to her lips.
"Waste not," she quipped luridly.
He sucked in his breath when she kissed his knuckles and moved her tongue around the fingers that had melted chocolate all over them, his free hand moved to rest on her shoulder and thread through the strands of hair he could reach.
Jenny blew lightly on his fingertips and smirked, quite proud of herself. She tilted her head up provocatively and pressed the fast-melting chocolate against her lips.
She'd show him to come into her bathroom and act like he was in control. She closed her lips around half of the chocolate and bit into it, making sure enough of it got on her lips to really test his self control.
"Who's seducing who?" he growled hoarsely, his eyes darkening considerably. She widened her eyes innocently and silently ate the rest of the chocolate. He scowled at her.
Jenny smirked and leaned closer, brushing her lips just shy of his, her breath sprinkling across his jaw and neck tantalizingly. Her hand slipped up his arm to his neck and curled there, playing with the hair at the back of his neck.
"You admit you were trying to seduce me, then?" she asked quietly, closing her eyes to breathe him in deeper. "Your cute little cover of being so nice and so thoughtful is false, and you were shamelessly trying to lure me into a sweaty tryst using chocolate and a steamy bath when you knew I most needed both?"
"No," he hissed stubbornly, and Jenny just laughed mockingly.
He could deny it, he could say whatever he wanted, but his body spoke for him. She pulled back and gave him a sultry, admonishing look. She raised one eyebrow enticingly and released his neck momentarily to unbutton her blouse. She shrugged it off casually and pushed her skirt down her legs with the same ease, stepping out of it and standing in front of him in her overwhelmingly revealing black lace bra and panties.
His eyes devoured her, and he reached out to touch but she slapped his hand away, shaking her head. Her hand went back to his neck and she pulled him back across the small bathroom until her back hit the sink a little roughly and she pulled him against her.
She used his shoulders to boost herself up on the sink and sat in front of him.
Jenny picked up another chocolate from the white box and held it in front of him.
"You know I love chocolate you deviant bastard," she accused silkily, taking another painfully erotic bite.
She held up the uneaten half to him generously. His hands fell to her bare knees and ran up her legs, pushing them apart. He pressed closer and she pressed the chocolate to his lips.
"It's like a bite of heaven," Jenny sing-songed in a purr, "Sweet. Addictive. Warm, luscious," she lowered her voice and watched him lick his lips with pleasure when she pulled the chocolate away.
"Like you," he said hoarsely.
Jenny smirked.
"I'm flattered,"
She popped the rest of the chocolate in her mouth and pulled his mouth to hers with both hands on the sides of his head, kissing him with everything she had, all the sexual tension they'd ever stored away, all the week's frustration, and all the reckless endorphins screaming around inside of her. Whether the intoxicating, spicy taste was Jethro or the lingering chocolate on her tongue she couldn't tell, but nothing had every tasted so good either way.
She pulled a fraction of an inch away with a quiet moan only when she felt she would pass out from the dizzying lack of air and smirked against his bruised lips, his slightly ragged breathing music to her ears.
Jenny lifted her knees and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in close to her until she could feel him pressed against her center and the slightly damp material of his cotton shirt was pressed against the bare parts of her skin. She leaned her head back and picked up another chocolate.
Her eyes were full of raw sexuality, blatant seduction. She pressed the candy to her mouth again, her legs warm and tight around his waist, and he could think of nothing but her chocolate covered tongue in his mouth again.
His hands wrapped around her middle, pulling her forward, sinking into flawless fair skin that he could ironically compare to white chocolate if he dared. Jenny bit into her current piece of chocolate inches away from his mouth, mercilessly teasing him, turning his one weapon of seduction against him.
"You've got nerve, trying to seduce me with chocolate in my own bathroom," she purred, reprimanding, shaking her head slightly and nudging her nose against his to lift his chin.
Her lips grazed his and he tried to pull her in but she escaped, pulling back just a little and pushing her forehead against his to keep his lips away. His mouth went dry, ached, and almost watered for the bittersweet dark chocolate he knew was waiting on hers.
"The thought is sweet," she murmured tantalizingly, "no pun intended," she added with a smirk.
"Jenny," he hissed warningly. Jenny lifted an eyebrow and grazed her lips against his again, ever the intoxicating vixen. He gripped her thigh tightly enough to bruise her and pulled her close, thrusting against her. Jenny gasped sharply and giggled, pulling her head back even though he held her in a tight grip.
"Jethro," she clicked her tongue with a sigh and arched an eyebrow, her lips puckering sensually in a semi-worried mock frown. "Patience," she admonished, biting just plain vulgarly into the chocolate between her two fingers and feigning an ecstatic look.
Her eyes blazed with a reigned in fire, sparkled with a wicked smirk even while her teasing lips pouted and closed around the chocolates he'd brought for her, chocolates that had suddenly become the bane of his entire existence.
"You brought me the chocolates with sinful intentions," she said softly, the look in her eye almost evil, "You will watch me eat them," she finished cattily.
She popped an antagonizing piece of chocolate in her mouth with a fierce smirk and brought her lips down on his in an anything but chaste, hard, sweet French-kiss that made watching her suck on twelve more pieces of chocolate just fine by him.
Blame it on Raspberry-Chocolate Milano cookies.
Alexa