Author's Note: Thank you for reading and reviewing! I'm sorry this story is a little later than I planned. :( I had to do a few re-writes to do it the proper justice it needs. :) This chapter is rated M, you have been warned ;)

Disclaimer: NCIS and its properties are in no way mine.

Summary: Jenny and Jethro, Jethro's house, food, memories...what could happen?

Rating: M!

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Each taking their own transportation, Jenny arrived Jethro's house about twenty-five minutes after he did. Which would explain how he left NCIS without Chinese, but had Chinese when she arrived. Entering through his front door, she deposits her coat, keys, and purse in the foyer, heading straight to the basement door, which was through the kitchen.
Assuming both he and his food was near the boat and bourbon, Jen didn't bother to look anywhere else. Walking into the kitchen to open the basement door, a sound stops her. Or rather something a little more distinctive than that:

"Hey Jen."

Nearly jumping out of her skin at Jethro's voice behind her, her hand flies to her heart in an attempt to calm her now rapid heartbeat. Turning to find him casually leaning against his counter, Chinese food around him, Jen sees a smirk on his face at her newly shocked state.

"Jethro Gibbs, you scared the hell out of me!" She sees he's chuckling, "You find this funny don't you?"

"Well yeah Jen, don't see you scared often."

Walking to stand in front of him, she takes him in fully. USMC red hoodie, jeans, naturally smelling of sawdust, and a smirk in his face, she had to admit: He hadn't looked better.

Now don't misunderstand, Gibbs was a man who could look good in-or out of-anything. But his at home and relaxed stance was very attractive. Jethro's voice snapped her back into reality:

"Have you eaten today?"

"I had an apple this morning once I got back to NCIS from the crime scene. Is that important?" Not wanting to return to this discussion right now, Jenny wanted to try to do what Jethro had reminded her of earlier-relax.

Handing her a carton of Chinese food, Jethro only gave her a small, warm smile, "Here, eat." He leads her out of the kitchen and to the table just a few feet in front where they were to the, by technicality, dining room. Sitting across from each other, Jethro slides over a pair of chopsticks.
Jen simply sits and stares down at the two objects in front of her. For so long she had managed to stay on top of everything in her life. Her career was constantly moving, personal life constantly stuck in concrete. Always the leader, always wanting, craving, gaining more on professional grounds.
Her view of herself was always grave in its constant disapproving tone and lighting.
Not once in her life did she ever respect or love herself. Anytime she might have had a positive outlook, it was never enough to change any previous negative feeling or view that she had cast upon herself.
As she sees her common enemy sitting just in front of her, she has no clue how to handle this. Jethro cared and he wanted to make sure she took care of herself, though for the life of her she had no idea why.
Placing her hands on the table, one beside each object, her mind was made up.
Mentally deciding to not consume a single bite, she would use every single diversionary tactic she could to move Jethro's mind from her eating, or lack thereof.

That was her plan. But before she could execute it, for the second time that evening, she was brought back into the present when she felt the familiar weight of Jethro's hand on top of hers:

"Jen? It's just Chinese. Ya gotta have something."

"Jethro, I-"

"For me?" Jethro Gibbs was not a man who asked for things. Sure, his team knew what needed to be done, but in every other aspect of his life, he took care of things himself. She would be doing something for him. That made a huge difference and he knew it.
Seeing the fleeting look in her eyes of un-certain and unknown territory, Gibbs pulled the only thing he could to try to get her to walk back into the light. To join him again.

"Please?"

Squeezing his hand gently, she lets it go.

And picks up the chopsticks.

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Twenty five minutes later found them both in none other than the cherished, if rarely used, Gibbs living room. Deciding on comfort over project, Jen accepted his suggestion of sitting on the couch with the western channel volume on low.

Sitting side by side, Jethro's arm draped across the back of the couch, he can tell Jen's tense. Shoulders straight, hands on her lap, it seemed to him that this woman truly did not unwind. He was pleased when she had consumed a little more than a quarter of her carton of lo-mein, he knew when not to push.
Leaning up, so they were touching shoulder-to-shoulder and thigh-to-thigh, Jethro puts his hands on Jen's shoulders and moves the both back into the couch. Guiding her to rest on his chest, Jennifer can hear the rumble in his chest as he speaks:

"Ya gotta learn to relax Jen."

"What makes you think I'm not relaxed?" Teasing each other was a part of their relationship that had only grown stronger over the years. Jethro could tell she wanted to play coy which was just fine with him:

"Because of this," His right arm moves to her shoulders and slowly begins to massage the knots that these days he could practically see through her clothing.
Seeing her out of clothing all together was enough to get him going.

Could you blame him? She was always the one that got away, and even to this day she could still get his blood pumping with the slightest things. Perfume, her hair, or even a smile. Jenny Shepard would always get to him, that Gibbs knew for sure.

Her head turns even more into his chest as even with one hand the comfort and release of the baby massage he was giving was better than nothing.
Feeling her relax into him was one of the greatest feeling in his world.

Just knowing that his touch could make her let go and feel and forget about the world around them, you just can't replace that. Hearing a slight whimper once he hit's a particular spot, causes a smile to cross his face and a thought to enter his mind:

"I remember that sound."

Jenny leans up and away from him, looking at him in the eyes:

"I'm tired of remembering Jethro. I want you again."

In an instant his hands are cupping her face and pulling her lips down to meet his. Putting all the passion he had into that kiss, hopefully showing her how much he truly wanted her. The feelings she had were definitely mutual.

Her hands go to his shoulders, tugging him closer, if at all possible. She couldn't believe how good it felt to be in these arms again. Hands moving north to his hair, that she had always loved, Jen could feel him pull her forward and onto his lap using her back for more access.

As Gibbs settles fully beneath Jen's weight, excitement is something that is definitely felt, even from the angle they're at. Flashing back to their previous nights like this years ago, she can't help but enjoy herself.

Jethro's hands furiously fly to the buttons on her blouse and removes them from their cloth prison cell in a record time. Pushing the black collared shirt back, down her arms, and pulling it off of her, she lets it fall to the floor as Jethro throws his hands into her hair. Having simply a silk camisole covering her breasts from him, the fabric is refreshingly erotic from anything he can recall.
Getting immersed in her scent, her touch, her feel against him, Jethro doesn't think about titles, levels of employment, what they have to do tomorrow, no. He's thinking about his lips on hers, passion seeming to flow through them both, her hands grazing up from hid neck to his ears, then landing on his face.

Remembering a few certain spots on Jen's body, Jethro takes a gamble like he did this afternoon. Hoping her taste hadn't changed, he lowers his hands out of her hair and down her, now definitely relaxed, back.
Settling his hands right above her hips, where her kidneys are, he positioned everything just right. Thumbs facing him, remaining fingers just above where her back curved into her bottom-and squeezed, just hard enough.
Feeling her arch to him, tear away from the kiss, and gasp loudly-and she re-defined loudly here-he knew he had done right.

Opening his eyes to see the glorious beauty before him made his breath shudder.

Jenny's head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open, hands having lowered to his shoulders: Gibbs truly wondered how he had ever survived without her.
And moments like these.

Jen never understood what is was about that spot, but the way Jethro could touch her there, it sent her life on halt and her insides to erotic in a matter of seconds. Realizing that she had forgotten about that area until he had claimed it as his just now, she pondered how he remembered that it drove her wild.

Taking a deep breath, Jenny had a comment to make, but Jethro voiced one first:

"I like my couch a whole lot better now."

Laughing a real laugh for the first time in a damn long time, Jen removes herself completely from his body, missing his warmth almost instantly.

"Then you're gonna absolutely adore your bed by the time I'm done with you,"

Looking down at him provocatively, feeling tall for once in her life, the look she received gave her enough confidence to continue. Lowering herself dangerously close to his contact again, she places her hands on his thighs, giving him a very clear view down her chest. Whispering, "I'd start marching Gunny. Unless you want me up there all by myself…"

The whispering does him in, it always had when it came to Jenny. As she saunters away, ever so slowly going up his stair, he quickly stands and comes behind her, meeting halfway up the stairs. Turning her to face him, he bends her backwards, her spine resting on the railing as he pushes her back for leverage.

Face nestling fully in her cleavage, Jethro licks and bites at the sweet skin surrounding him completely. He can feel her shudder, and it in itself puts bumps on his skin, knowing that with just a touch he could make her fall into him.

Fingers going to his back and gripping, holding, pulling him so strongly, she was almost afraid she'd leave marks. Pushing them back into a standing position, Jen begins to walk backwards up the stairs, Jethro stays in contact with her the entire time. Cupping her breasts in his hands, he groaned both inside and out. A man's endurance can only handle so much.

He's waited eight years to have her in his arms like this again, this was going to be memorable for quite a few reasons.

Leading her backwards, he feels her back hit the hallway wall. Picking her up with his hands just beneath her bottom, Gibbs loves the feeling of her legs going around his waist.
Moaning, touching, feeling, the intense dance they were sharing was enough to make both of them deliriously happy. Yet constantly craving more.

Entering the bedroom, Jen quickly removes the hoodie and under-shirt from Jethro, leaving her hands to cover the chest she has so long missed on several occasions.
Pulling her camisole over her head, Jethro sees the sight before him and his hands freeze. Dropping the cloth to let it join his on the floor, the beauty of Jenny, breasts only covered by a black lace bra, skin flushed and out of breath-made him want to say something.

He just couldn't figure out what.

She only smiled, shyly he saw, and brought his lips back to meet hers in a much slower much more meaningful kiss. He breaks them apart and finds his face lost in her neck, saying in her ear:

"I have never…seen…anything…more beautiful than you."

Jethro feels her shake her head no against him, and was wanting to do everything he could to tell her how wrong she was.
Until she unzipped his pants, then things changed.
Can you blame him?

Laying her on the bed, clothing now fully gone on each participant, Jethro finds an idea amongst all that's going on.
Taking her wrists in his hands, he sets them on her sides of the bed.
Holding his face just above hers, in a hushed tone, "Don't touch…just feel."

Jenny looks at him with surprised eyes, but the confidence and passion she sees in his, gives her the capability of nodding.

Taking his mouth and trailing it down from her throat, collarbone, and stay on her breasts. Putting her nipple completely in his mouth, the vocal scream and hips arching into him made it clear how much need and want she was twisted in. Her movement and sounds went straight to his crotch, telling him to speed things up. But he knew he couldn't, wouldn't. They'd both weighted to long to rush this now.

Sucking her in completely, her hands fill with his silver hair, gripping tight for control. Raising his head, he takes her hands and puts them back where they were:
"Jen…"

"You need to be touch-"

"Right now is about you."

Jenny nods and Jethro goes to the nipple that hasn't received any attention yet, and earns the same reaction. He moves down to her hips and the welcoming that awaited for him in-between them.

Just the feel of his breath on her tender and warm center was enough to make her say his name breathlessly.

He licks, tastes, touches, nuzzles, savors, going dangerously slow. Jethro draws the actions out forever making sure she had endured all she could handle. Feeling her tighten around his mouth, she comes crashing down amongst everything precious and holy, screaming and moaning and grabbing the bed sheets all the way.

Jenny can feel the hard member between her legs and want more, instantly.

Taking him by his shoulders, pulling him up to her, she looks at him while out of breath, wild and hungry eyes flaming.
Taking his head to the space where her shoulder decides to join the side of her neck, he tells her in her ear, "Fall Jen, fall with me."

He adjusts his body where he's poised and positioned to enter her, but before he so much as breathes, he feels Jen's hand stroking him. And quickly.

Throwing his head back at the sensations he's been longing for from her, he quickly snaps out of his warm and loving daze.

Taking her stroking hand in his, he moves it away from the actions she's performing,

"This won't last…long if you keep going."

Kissing her as passionately as he could manage, he entered into her very slowly, and the feeling of having her wrapped around him is almost too much to handle in itself.

Heat filled moments fueled his entrancing and exiting. Her hands grabbed him everywhere she could manage made their dance as one seem to last for longer than either one of them thought they could hold on for.

When they were both on the brink of losing their minds, Jethro could feel that Jen was holding herself back, trying to still be in control and not completely lose herself.

Looking at her he sees her eyes are closed. Whispering to her,

"Open your eyes."

Once she does, he can see the passion and need he felt was mutual in her eyes.

"Jen…let yourself go."

With his words she falls, giving herself completely and utterly over to him. He follow her lead and soon, he's laying on top of her just enough to not hurt her. Both out of breath, but for great reason, they lie together, neither saying a word.

That is until Jenny hears her own previous statement thrown back at her:

"I have to admit, I've missed the live version."

Even through his words, she can still feel the smirk. Two can play this game was her only thought before she responded:

"Hoo-rah."

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