Scenes from a Marriage

VI The Last Razor

Jennifer Sheppard stood on the back deck and called to her husband who was finishing up the yard work. "Jethro, we need to leave in about forty-five minutes. I'm going in to get ready."

"Okay, I'll be up in a few minutes." Jethro Gibbs put away the last of the lawn equipment and sat on the deck finishing his beer. It took Jen five times longer to get ready than it did him so he knew he had plenty of time. Besides they were just going to Ducky's for supper, it wasn't like he had to get all dressed up.

While Jethro was finishing his beer, Jen stepped into the shower upstairs and discovered she didn't have a razor. Stepping back out she grabbed Jethro's razor from the counter. She reminded herself to replace the blade with a new one when she was finished. Fifteen minutes later, showered, shaved and shampooed, Jen stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her hair then dried herself off. She reached in the drawer to get a replacement blade for Jethro's razor and found….an empty box. 'Oh crap, he's going to be mad' she thought with a wicked smile. Oh well, too late now.

By the time Jethro came into the bedroom Jen was dressed in a pair of navy blue, linen walking shorts and a cream colored summer blouse. She was sitting at her dressing table brushing her now dry hair.

"Oooh you look nice and you smell even better." Jethro expressed his admiration for his wife with a quick kiss to the top of her head as he stood behind her.

"Thank you, but don't touch me, your hands are dirty."

"Never bothered you before." The famous smirk was firmly in place as he pretended he was going to grab her.

Jen turned on him quickly putting some distance between them. "Jethro Gibbs if you put your grimy hands on me I'll make you regret it." The smile on her face defeated her attempt at a serious reprimand.

"Okay, I'll go take a shower; then I'll put my hands on you."

Jen seriously considered leaving the bedroom and avoiding the whole issue of the used razor but decided it might be fun to get Jethro just a little bit riled up. She finished her make up and pinned up her hair. Then she heard the water go off and the shower door open. 'Here it comes' she thought. Moments later she was proven correct.

"Dammit Jenny!!"

Jethro appeared in the doorway between the bathroom and the bedroom. He had a towel around his waist and his hair was all mussed from the towel drying he had administered. Beads of water clung to the hair on his chest and Jen thought he was about the best looking, sexiest thing she'd ever seen; even with that scowl on his handsome face. He was holding up his razor and walked right up to where Jen was now standing at the end of the bed. His blue eyes were sparkling and looked just a little bit dangerous. He didn't scare Jen of course; she loved it when he was fired up especially if he wasn't wearing anything but a little ole bath towel!

"Can you please explain to me why you have to use my last razor? Don't you have all that kind of stuff of your own? What is all that stuff you have in the shower anyway?"

Jen just stood there and looked at him. She could have explained that she forgot to buy razors on Wednesday when she ran into the store for a few items. She could have told him she usually kept plenty in the drawer with all her other "stuff" but somehow she just ran out. Maybe she could have explained that she didn't mean to use his last one but the box in the drawer was empty when she went to change it out for him. She could have said all that but instead she just stood there smiling at him. When he started to say something else she very quickly stopped him with two perfectly manicured fingers on his lips.

Then she put one foot up on the end of the bed and reached out to take his wrist in her hand. Never taking her eyes off his she laid his hand on her ankle and then slowly guided his hand up her leg, over her firm calf muscle, over the top of her knee and finally to her thigh. She let his hand slide up her thigh, under her shorts to linger just outside Jethro's favorite place. With his hand under hers still softly gripping her inner thigh, she leaned into him and kissed him tenderly on the mouth.

"Do you like how that feels, Jethro?" The question was barely audible to him because the blood was pounding so loudly in his head.

"Yeah," was the extent of his reply.

"That's why I had to use your last razor." Jen kissed him again, lowered her foot to the floor and gave him his hand back.

Jethro just stood there looking at his wife for a few long moments. He knew she thought she had him this time. True, he was practically speechless but just give him a minute and he'd be alright. He certainly didn't care about the damn razor now; she was right about that part of her strategy. But….he had to have some kind of comeback He couldn't just let her run his hand up her leg and give him a couple of hot kisses and think she'd won. No way. Suddenly the rebuttal came to his mind. It was Sunday afternoon and he hadn't shaved since Friday. All this flashed through his brain while Jen just kept standing there almost daring him to say anything else. 'Well', he thought, 'I'll show her.'

He reached down and grasped Jen's left hand drawing it up and kissing each knuckle in turn. His crystal blue eyes never left her gorgeous green ones. After kissing her he laid her hand on his cheek and slowly rubbed it over his two days of stubble.

"Do you like how that feels, Jen?" Jethro figured he had her; beaten at her own game.

"Yes, very much," she purred as she nipped at his earlobe.

Jethro just turned around and went back to the bathroom to get dressed.

END