A/N: As I said, no cliff hanger.
The clank of her heels in the stone floor was heard immediately. The door unlocked and Jenny appeared in the doorframe. The sight of her made him swallow.
- Good evening, Jethro.
- Good evening. You didn't tell me there was a dressing code – he couldn't help but stare her up and down. She was wearing a black cocktail dress that, in his opinion, fitted her perfectly. The cleavage was just the right measure and the knee-length was showing the right amount of leg. The shoulders were bare save for two thick straps that tied in the back of her neck. Very classy, but tantalising.
- That's because there isn't one. And you're looking very handsome, don't worry. New shirt?
- No. Found it tossed around in my wardrobe.
She laughed and took a step back – Come in.
- You look stunning – he entered, closing the door. It was warm inside.
She smiled in response – Dinner is already in the oven. Drink?
- Yes, thanks.
- Come to the study then.
He followed her inside. The fire was blazing, filling the room with its tenuous orange light. Jenny lit the lamp on her desk before turning to the drinks cabinet. She poured one glass and handed it to him.
- Here you go - he took the glass and sipped at it.
She was about to pour herself some bourbon when he took the bottle from her hand.
- You shouldn't.
- What do you mean?
- You shouldn't drink. You may end up pregnant tonight.
- Jethro, I'm not pregnant yet. Give me my bottle back.
- No.
- Don't be stubborn.
- You're the one being stubborn here – he ignored her irritation and put the bottle back in its place, in the drinks cabinet. Then he moved closer to her – No need to stare at me like that, Director, we're not at work – he lifted a hand to her face and caressed it. She began to relax.
- Are you going to boss me around the entire nine months?
- No. I just want what's best for you and the child. I think we should start being careful.
- So you're going to boss me around. You don't have to, I'll be careful.
- Jenny?
- Yes?
He nodded to her settee – Sit down. There's something I'd like to talk about.
She did as he asked, but her expression had hardened – What now, Jethro? You don't want to do it anymore? Is that it?
- No, it's not that. I'm just worried. It's just… - he sat by her side - Jen, this is going to be your first child, and…
- It's my age, isn't it, Jethro?
- Don't get me wrong, you're not old, just…
- Look, don't worry so much. Everything is fine, I've talked to my doctor.
- Did you?
- Sure.
- I'm glad you did. Now, come here – he pulled her gently by her shoulders until she was lying on the settee with her head resting in his lap – It's been what… nine years since the last time we were together on this couch?
- More or less – her hand found his and entwined.
- Let's make up for lost time.
- That sounds lovely – her other hand went up his chest, found his neck, pulled him down for a kiss. He kissed back eagerly, rolling over as he did until he was lying on top of her. He kissed deeper while one of his hands ventured down, until it grasped her thigh.
Her impatient hands were travelling up his back and tangling into his hair. Their lips parted and she arched her body as he kissed a path from her chin and over her throat, to the cleft between her breasts. She was moaning in pleasure when he suddenly stopped and looked her right in the eyes.
- I've missed you, Jen.
Her grin turned into a tender smile – I've missed you too.
- Don't ever run away.
She disentangled herself from under him and sat up, forcing him to do the same – I don't want to.
He smiled, but a sigh escaped from his lips - Let's try not to ruin anything. I'm afraid I might, sooner or later.
- I'm not an easy person either, Jethro.
His fingers caressed her arm, moved up to her shoulder. She leaned her head to his touch, not taking her eyes off him.
- It was hard today. Trying to concentrate on that lecture with you by my side.
- You liar. You didn't even try to concentrate – she frowned – Do you smell something?
- Er…
– Shit, the dinner! – she yelled, leaping from the settee and running into the kitchen.
- Didn't you just put it in the oven?
- It just needed browning – she called back. - And it's been longer than you think!
He followed her into the kitchen and found her busying around the cooker – You know how it is, time flies when you're having fun. Want me to go for take-out?
- No, there's no need. It's not burnt – she took a large tray from the oven and dropped it carefully on the counter near them.
- Looks nice. Isn't it…
- Lasagne. You loved it in Italy, so I thought I'd give it a try.
- You cooked this?
She laughed – Yes, I did. Surprised?
He was. From what he remembered, Jenny had always cooked while they were undercover, but despite her goodwill, her cooking had always been kind of sloppy and inevitably bland. He looked at the lasagne doubtfully.
- Jethro, I've improved during the years.
- I'm sure you did… - he replied politely, still unconvinced – But where did you find the time to cook?
- I left everything ready yesterday night. All I had to do today was put it in the oven – she reached for the cupboards.
- Let me give you a hand – he helped her take the plates out from the upper shelf and set them on the table while she got the glasses, forks and knives.
- I had some cool French champagne ready, but someone has decided I shouldn't drink…
- Save it. We're going to have much to celebrate.
- I don't think I have anything else to drink…
- Water's fine.
- Water? You want water? I'll open the champagne for you.
- No way. I'll drink whatever you drink.
- Jethro, a dinner for two with water. How romantic.
- If the lasagne tastes as nice as it looks, we won't even notice what we're drinking.
- You're still afraid of my cooking. I don't blame you, I did terribly in the past – Jenny went to the fridge – It looks like there's still some orange juice. Want it?
- Bring it on.
She handed him the juice and took the lasagne tray, placing it in the middle of the table.
- Allow me – Gibbs took a large knife and served her the lasagne – Enough?
- More than enough.
He served himself and braved a small bite. It was still hot, but it certainly had a taste – Jennifer Sheppard, you truly have improved.
- I told you I had.
- I'm feeling honoured. The Director herself is cooking for me.
- Yeah. Don't get used to it.
They ate silently, observing each other across the table. Despite everything, Gibbs was still divided. His old desire was yearning for them to be together again. He had almost taken her right there on her settee. But this whole "baby" thing was overwhelming. For a moment, he thought about refusing unprotected sex, but that would just hurt her and make him look like a heartless bastard. He didn't want that.
Jenny dropped her knife and fork on her empty plate – Sure you don't wait a taste of the champagne?
- Sure I'm sure.
- Another bourbon, perhaps?
- It'd be nice, but I don't want to torture you.
She rose from her chair – Thank you. Why don't we go to another room?
He got up too. Looking at the table, he thought about offering to do the dishes, but she was looking intensely at him from the door and didn't seem to care about them at all.
He followed her back to the study. He had always wondered why she preferred it over the living room. He thought it was too cold and impersonal. And somehow, he was almost sure that was where her father had taken his life. Then again, he wasn't one to talk. So what if she used just one room in the entire house? He practically lived in his basement. At least the fireplace made the room feel cosier.
Jenny stopped by her desk. She almost didn't believe it was really happening. He was really there, just behind her. With her. His presence seemed to fill the entire room. Almost without moving, she planted the palms of her hands on the edge of the desk.
She sensed him moving. Very lightly. His chest pressed against her back and she felt his arms embrace her. She responded leaning her head towards his shoulder, letting her body touch his. Slowly. His fingers were now squeezing her hips gently. She moaned in approval, urging him on.
He moved to the upper part of her body. Fighting the urge to untie the straps of her dress, he cupped her breasts possessively, devouring the soft skin of her neck at the same time. Her moans became louder. The same urgency was taking control of her. Her hands were groping every inch of him she could get.
His hands left her breasts and went for her waist. He turned her abruptly, his lips falling on hers, demandingly. She could feel his arousal and it excited her. She pressed her hips against his, making him groan.
He'd missed her. Not even Shannon had been that passionate. No other woman had given and asked so much of him. Jenny always made his blood rush and his mind go blank. And after all that time, he was more than willing to give her all the pleasure she deserved.
She hadn't noticed he was pushing her until she hit the edge of the desk. Realising what he intended to do, she lay back on the desk, parting her legs so he could place himself between them. His hands wandered all over her body until they stopped at her belly.
Gibbs wondered if he should undress her already, but thought better not. They had all night and he sort of wanted to keep the mystery. His right hand went under her dress, all the way to her core. His fingers slid under her panties and slowly rubbed her.
Her body shivered at his touch, just the way he loved it. She had thrown her head over the other edge of the desk and arched her spine. Encouraged by her reaction, he rubbed again, this time faster. One finger slid inside her. Instead of finding a pace, he decided to tease her a bit, slowing down from time to time. When he felt she was close, he increased the speed until she screamed out loud and came in front of him.
They stood there, breathing heavily, eyes locked. Jenny felt her body unwind as the heat of the orgasm slowly left her body. When she had her strength back she sat on the desk. Pearls of sweat were running down her forehead and her hair was dishevelled. He just adored the glimpse of lust in her green eyes.
- Take me upstairs.
- As you wish – his hands circled her waist, pulling her up. Her legs locked around his hips and her hands grabbed his shoulders. He carried her carefully all the way up the stairs to her bedroom. There, he closed the door and let her slip back to her feet.
Jenny took a few steps back – I've been having all the fun. Now it's your turn – without taking her eyes from him, she undid the dress straps. The cloth slid all the way down into a lump around her heels. She stepped out of it, clad only in her black lace lingerie.
A mischievous grin emerged on her face – Like what you see?
- You know I do. I always have – he couldn't take his eyes off her. Her strapless bra and panties left very little to the imagination and he realised she had barely changed. The curves of her body were exactly as he remembered. Gibbs couldn't help but recall the nights by her side in their attic in Paris, his hand fondling that same body while she was sleeping. He was convinced he would never have the privilege of doing it again.
She came nearer, her fingers unclasping the buttons of his shirt one by one. Her lips kissed every part of his skin as it was revealed. He moaned as she did it. After the last button, she pulled his shirt off and tossed it somewhere on the floor. She loosened his belt next. Her nails toyed a bit with the hem of his boxers until she kneeled in front of him. Her warm fingers touched him, freeing his arousal from the tightness of his trousers had become. He gasped when he felt her soft mouth encircle him.
- Jen… - his fingers entwined in her hair, dishevelling it even more as she moved. Her steady pace was gently driving him to madness. His groans became guttural and louder. After a few minutes, he had to pull out.
- I don't want to come yet – he felt the need to explain, as she looked up in surprise. Snatching his hand, he helped her rise from the floor.
- You don't have to hold back.
- I know. But I want to. And now… - catching her off-guard, he unclasped her bra, throwing it away. His lips lowered to tempt her right nipple while his hand played with the other one.
- Are we ever getting to the bed is it going to be right here? – she asked, breathing heavily.
- Bed sounds nice.
She turned, heading towards the bed. Without a word, he waited until she was lying there before he joined her. He sat on the edge of the bed and lifted one of her legs, caressing it from thigh to foot. After pressing a tender kiss on the instep he removed her stiletto shoe. Then he did it again, slowly, on the other leg.
- You are beautiful – he laid on top her, kissing his way from her neck to her cleavage – I don't think I ever told you that.
Jenny smiled softly – Thank you.
He kept kissing her all the way down to her navel. As he was focusing on the soft skin of her belly, his fingers slipped under the waistband of her panties, dragging it down her slender legs. Appreciating her nudity, his lips travelled down. His tongue found her clitoris, teasing it merciless, making her pant again.
She grasped his shoulders firmly, pulling him back to her lips as her hands fought with his trousers, then removed them along with his boxers. She interrupted him just as he was getting ready to enter.
- Missionary? How unimaginative…
- Do you have a better idea?
- I think I do – she flipped them over and straddled him – Much better now.
- You always did love to be on top, Director.
Her grin distracted him for a second and she lowered herself on him suddenly. The deep penetration made them both gasp.
Jenny grabbed his hands and placed them on her hips, then secured herself on his shoulders for better support. She began to ride him gently, looking for the most pleasurable angle, until his fingers, digging deeply into her skin, told her she'd found it. Their eyes met and she increased her pace. He'd always liked things fast, just like her, and she had no reason to believe he had changed.
He didn't say so, but he loved that she was on top. He loved to see the way her head was thrown back, her lips slightly parted with pleasure. He loved to see her riding him like there was no tomorrow. Their bodies in complete synchrony.
Even after all these years, he could still tell when she was about to climax. Her breath had turned irregular and her moans louder. And he wasn't too far from it himself.
She collapsed on him as the waves of pleasure hit her violently. The sight made him come, grasping her flesh strongly while his seed spilled deep inside her. His mind went blank. He embraced her tightly, and for a few seconds they just lied there, trying to remember how to breathe. Gently, he removed a few hair strands that were pasted to her face, and caressed her cheek.
- Jethro…
He kissed her lovingly. She rested her head on his chest, her fingers lazily tracing the contour of his muscles. There were some new scars on his skin that she didn't know. Some other day she would ask him about it. Not that she didn't have hers, but luckily they were tiny and discrete. Most had come from when they were working together, but there were a couple that had come after. And after all, who in the agency's active duty wasn't scarred…
One of his hands left her back and groped around, until find the edge of the bed sheets.
- Jethro.
- Yeah?
She rose to a sitting position – You don't need to stay if you don't want to. Really.
- I want to stay.
- I don't want to force you into something.
- You're not. I'll only go away if you want me to. Do you want me to?
- No. Stay.
He nodded, smiling. With the bed now open, he slipped into it, making room for her.
- Come on.
She laid with her back against his chest. His arms came around and she brought her hands to it, closing the embrace. She didn't need to say how happy she was that he wanted to stay. With her. She had never felt this safe in anyone's arms. She hardly noticed falling asleep at all.
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