A/N: The inspiration for these fics started out as colour prompts and morphed into something completely different. This also served as a rediscovery of why I got into writing in the first place. I had noticed that somewhere I had lost my individuality as a writer in an attempt to please others.

Prompts: Green, jealousy

It was an interesting development, watching her root through his drawer for something to wear. Leaning back against the headboard, he kicked his feet free of the covers. Appreciating the view of her, naked and talking to herself. He settled lower, eager to see which of his many Marine Corps t-shirts she would pick.

"Just gonna take it off anyway." The comment merely got him a look over the shoulder. A faint cry of relief had him craning his neck to see which one she chose. "No." He growled as she presented her choice.

Jack raised an eyebrow, smirking as the look on his face went from wanting to glaring. Appreciating the soft worn material between her fingers, she slipped it on.

It smelled like laundry detergent and just a hint of his scent.

The way he relaxed his thighs to welcome her lazy crawl over his legs greatly contradicted his glare.

"What?" She whispered the question against his lips with a kiss.

Gibbs bunched the material in his hands, inching it up her thighs. The vintage logo was evidence enough that it wasn't an official Military issue.

"Take it off." He bargained as she settled more comfortably in his lap.

Jack smirked at him, not bothering to stop him as he kissed up her throat. There was just something about his charm that could make her lose her inhibitions. Fingers weaving through his hair, she cradled the back of his head.

"Do you feel threatened, Cowboy?" The inquiry only afforded her a darker glare.

Threatened? By a t-shirt?

Never.

Unless said t-shirt had the word ARMY emblazoned across her chest and was three sizes too big for her.

The lack of response was answer enough. Rolling her eyes, she pried his hands loose from the olive green material. Moving his hands to her thighs, she moaned as he ran his thumbs along her inner thighs.

"Think it was an old boyfriend's." She snickered as he silently fumed. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're jealous."

The affront look on his face had her laughing with glee.

Easing the shirt up and over her head, he licked his lips. They weren't exactly living together, but she had more clothes at his place than her own. He'd have to inspect his drawers. Make sure there weren't other offending articles hiding from him.

Reaching for the wrinkled USMC t-shirt hanging precariously off a bedside lamp, he offered it to her. Satisfied that his little world seemed right again, he pulled her closer in his lap.

"Mine."