So Bookworm45 gave me this idea, as Tobias Fornell once said "I thought no one drunk this stuff anymore?", why do Jen and Gibbs both drink it?

This chapter is for Aly, sending hugs poppet!

It was like liquid amber; it swirled around the glass and clung to the sides. She tipped some into her mouth and rolled it around; savoring the flavor, making sure that it reached every crevice before she swallowed. It heated up her insides as it went down. It was pure luxury for Jen; enjoying the drink that Jethro had introduced to her in front of an open fire, with the one man who could truly understand her obsession with the underrated beverage.

"What makes it a bourbon rather than a whiskey?" His voice startled her slightly and she cocked her head at him.

"Is this a test?"

"Just want to make sure that you were listening when I gave you that lesson and not staring at my ass."

"It wasn't your ass I was staring at."

"Bourbon originates from Bourbon County in Kentucky. It is made in a specific way, nothing can be added at bottling to enhance the flavor, or it becomes whiskey. It's aged for a minimum of two years in new, white oak barrels that have been charred, hence the flavor." Jen watched Gibbs as he explained the difference between whiskey and bourbon. She smiled as he entered his own world of explanation, lost in the glass that he held in front of his face.

"How old is this one?" She asked, almost unwilling to break the spell the Gibbs had seemed to weave over the attic they were currently holed up in. He jerked, like he had forgotten that she was there.

"It's 12 years old, 90 proof." He replied. She looked at him and he looked back. "What?"

"You know when you're concentrating, your jaw muscles ripple, just there…" She said as she reached up and stroked the side of his cheek. He caught her hand and kissed the tip of her index finger.

"So," She said as she pulled her hand back and replaced the blanket that had slipped down her shoulder exposing the naked skin, "What more do I need to know?"

He slowly turned the glass round and held it up to the light; the liquid seemed to be on fire as it caught the setting sun from the window.

"It's like coffee." Jen raised an eyebrow at him. "It is!" He protested, "Each blend of coffee has its own distinctive taste, just like each brand of bourbon…you're not listening are you?" He suddenly snapped and Jen nearly dropped the glass.

"I'm a little bit distracted." She admitted.

"I know, we're meant to be working." He looked out of the window.

"I meant by the fact that you are trying to tell me about bourbon and you're stark naked." She grinned wickedly. He feigned confusion.

"Why have we spent most of the past two days naked Jen?" He asked. She shrugged causing the bourbon to spill down her chin and arm.

"Because we work best when we're naked Jethro." She answered as she licked the bourbon off her arm, the alcohol burning her tongue slightly. Gibbs stared hungrily at her and took the glass from her hand. He leant forward and kissed the corner of her mouth.

"It's a criminal offence to waste bourbon." He breathed.

"What's my punishment?" She asked innocently.

He moved to kiss her again. At first his lips hovered milimeters from hers, his breath mingling with hers. It was his speciality, teasing her, willing her to make the first move, driving her crazy. He closed the minute gap with a barely audible sigh, gradually coaxing her mouth open with his tongue, running it over her lower lip. She lost patience, just like he knew she would, and deepened the kiss, moving her body to meet his as their tongues dueled. He pulled away and she licked the remnants of the bourbon from her lips slowly.

"I thought you were meant to be teaching me?" She whispered.

"I am teaching you Jen." The bourbon lay forgotten as he pushed her to lie down and maneuvered himself on to her. She angled her hips to grant his access.

"I think I like bourbon." She breathed as he agonizingly slowly slipped inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist to try and pull him deeper and they began to move as one.

"It's an acquired taste." He replied as he pushed his hands under her back and pulled her up to him, skillfully holding onto her so as not to break contact and placed her on his lap. She arched her back and he kissed the hollow of her throat, the channel between her breasts.

"Tell me more." She gasped as she raked her fingernails down his back. He ran his hands through her hair.

"Medium-amber…nut brown…color…vanilla…aroma with…subtle spicy…and honey…notes." He said, thrusting harder with each word.

"Good structure…very smooth entry…but…hard edges with some heat…spice and pepper accents…fills out to a big…powerful…finish" They came together, clinging to each other, dripping in sweat.

"Well remembered." He said as he collapsed on top of her and kissed her deeply, almost as if he was conveying all his feelings in the simple action.

"I have a good teacher" She replied as she ran her fingers through his hair, lulling him to sleep.

Later, as Gibbs lay passed out on the makeshift bed, sleeping the deep slumber of a man who has been completely satisfied. Jen picked up a glass and poured some bourbon into it. She tipped the glass in his direction, took a large sip and sighed as the warm liquid went down. She leant over Gibbs, pulled the blanket slightly higher on his shoulders and kissed his temple, feeling his blood pump through his veins under her lips.

"I think I've acquired a taste for you, Jethro."

"So you were listening." He said as she finished her explanation. She smiled smugly at him as he pulled her to him.

"Being naked is a wonderful learning tool." She replied.

"Ok, so what are we learning now Jen?"

It kinda contradicts with the flowers one I wrote earlier, because she is drinking bourbon with him then and they had only just had their first kiss, so sue me! Also, if anyone wants to contradict me about my descriptions of Bourbon, feel free, but I got the descriptions from a bourbon website!

Thank you so much Ellie.

V!

xox