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WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT!

AN: I AM THINKING OF ADDING CRIMINAL MINDS TO THE MIX, AND MAKING THIS A LOVE TRIANGLE. PLEASE LET ME KNOW YOUR OPINION!

Chapter 3

It was 6am, and Gibbs was sitting on his front porch with a cup of coffee. Suddenly, the door across the street opened, and Ianthe and Cloony came out. Ianthe was wearing tight yoga pants, and a sports bra. Gibbs swallowed, hard. She had a gorgeous body, and he couldn't help staring at her ass as she started jogging away. Gibbs shook himself. 'Get a grip, old man.' He thought.

They had decided yesterday, that Gibbs would take her out to dinner tonight. She was going to spend the day unpacking, and stocking up her kitchen. He had decided to take her to Marcel's. It was a lot fancier than he would normally tolerate, but he really wanted to show her a good time. He was still a little unsure about the age difference, but not enough to cancel.

Ianthe spent the day shopping at Target, and setting up her kitchen and office. Those were the most important rooms to her. Ianthe enjoyed cooking and baking, and loved sharing her food with friends and co-workers. Her job was currently the most important thing in her life, a fact that contributed to the end of her marriage.

Ianthe stepped into the shower, and started washing her long hair. She was trying to decide what to wear. Should she go conservative, or sexy? She had not been on a date for over a year and a half, and she was a little nervous. Something about Jethro brought out her insecurities, and that made her nervous.

She put on some light perfume, and started on her hair and makeup. She had just decided on a short, boat -necked, black dress. She finished the look with sling back, three inch heels. She wore no stockings, and her toned legs were on display.

Gibbs had just finished his own shower, and was shaving away the stubble that had grown throughout the day. He slapped on some after shave, and considered his game plan for the evening. After getting dressed in a black suit, complete with red tie, he left the house to pick up some flowers. He finally settled on a bouquet of purple flowers (a play on her name).

He parked in her driveway, behind her dark green Jeep Grand Cherokee. He aproached the door, and took a deep breath. Why was he so nervous? He wondered. He bit the bullitt, and knocked on the door.

Ianthe heard the door, and went to answer it. She checked her reflection in the hall mirror, then opened the door. "Hello. Come in." She said with a smile. He looked yummy, she thought.

"Wow, Ianthe. You look gorgeous." Gibbs said. She was trying to kill him, slowly. Gibbs decided. The sight of her legs was making his libido kick up and take notice. Her gorgeous red hair was in loose curls down her back, and all he wanted to do was run his fingers through it. He handed her the flowers, and leaned in to kiss her cheek.

Ianthe inhaled his masculine scent, and returned the kiss, landing it on the corner of his mouth. His breath hitched slightly, and she was glad to be affecting him as much as he was affecting her. "You look delicious, Jethro." Ianthe said, blushing lightly.

Gibbs smirked slightly. "You are welcome to a taste anytime." He said.

Ianthe's blush intensified -damn her pale skin! "Indeed? I have a rather large appetite, Jethro. Do you think you can satisfy it?" She asked, impishly. She was never one to shy away from banter!

Gibbs look become hot, instantly. Her innuendo was making his cock take notice. He closed in on her slowly, trapping her against the wall in the foyer. He buried his face in her neck, and ran his nose up the side of her neck to her ear. "I aim to please." He whispered in her ear, then flicked his tongue out onto her earlobe.

Ianthe moaned quietly, and closed her eyes at the feel of his hot breath tickling her skin. Gibbs couldn't help himself, he didn't even try. He moved his mouth, kissing across her jawline, until he reached her mouth. He kissed her hungrily, his tongue invading her hot mouth. Gibbs felt all the hair on his body stand on end, a rush of attraction roaring through him. He wrapped his hands around her waist, and pushed even closer. Her lips were plump and soft, and she tasted of her cinnamon toothpaste.

Ianthe was lost in the kiss, she could feel arousal pooling in her belly. Gibbs' having her against a wall, plastered against her was making her wet. She put her arms around his neck, and twined her fingers in his hair. She felt his hand slide smoothly up her side, touching the side of her breast.

Gibbs groaned, and ran his thumb across Ianthe's nipple. He squeezed her lightly, wrenching a deep moan from her throat. He didn't know when things had gotten so out of hand, but he was hard as nails. His mouth left hers, and he trailed kisses down her throat, nipping occaiaionally. His rocked against her unconsciously, and she could feel his hard cock against her stomach.

His other hand was trailing up her silky leg, and she had no intention of stopping it. She ran her hand down his chest, then ran a teasing finger under the waistband of his pants. He sucked in a gulp of air, his hand finally reaching her panties. He could feel how wet she was through the fabric, and he impatiently pushed it aside. "God, Ianthe! Want to fuck you so bad." Gibbs gritted out, voice deep. He ran his finger up her slit, spreading the moisture up to her clit.

Ianthe moaned loudly, and spread her legs slightly. She had never felt this kind of instant sexual attraction. Fire was spreading through her veins, and she could not think. She unbuckled his belt, and Gibbs felt his breath stutter. He devoured her mouth, thrusting his tongue into her, repeatedly. She undid his button quickly, then unzipped his pants. He felt her hand reach into his boxers, and the shock of her warm skin gripping his cock caused him to shudder.

Ianthe could tell that he was 'blessed'. His cock was long, and thick. Precome was weeping from his slit, and he thrust into her hand. Gibbs quickly pulled her panties off, and thrust a finger deep inside her. He groaned at how tight she felt. Ianthe was soaking wet. She wrapped her leg around his waist, trying to bring him closer to her. Things were becoming desperate, quickly.

Gibbs pushed her skirt around her waist, and grabbed the back of her thighs, lifting her up. Ianthe wrapped her legs around his waist, and grabbed onto his shoulders. She arched her back, pushing against his erection. "Please." She moaned. "Please, oh please!"

Gibbs used his weight as leverage, leaning back slightly to pull his cock out. "YES! That's it, baby." Gibbs said, as he thrust into her tight heat. The feeling was indescribable, and he started thrusting immediately. She was so tight and slick! He grabbed onto her firm ass, and fucked her hard against the wall.

"OH! Yes, please!" Ianthe exclaimed as he abruptly thrust his large cock into her. He was thrusting at once, fucking her so fast and hard, she could not catch her breath. She had never felt so out of control. He appeared to be simularly affected, and she felt his teeth bite into her shoulder as he rode her, hard. "Oh! So good." She babbled. She heard a loud crash, but paid it no mind. His pelvic bone was rubbing against her clit, and she was about to come.

"So. Fucking. Hot. Ianthe!" Gibbs growled as he thrust.

"Uh. Uh. Uh. JETHRO!" She screamed as she came, clamping down on him tightly.

"That's it, scream for me! Take my cock!" Gibbs grunted, he could feel his balls draw up, he was getting ready to come. "UH!" He grunted loadly, coming so hard he saw spots. He thrust into her as far as he could, coming copiusly. All of the tension in his body drained out of him, and he collapsed into her. They slid slowly down the wall, both trying to catch their breath.

Ianthe opened her eyes, and noticed that a picture she had hung on the wall earlier had fallen off the wall, breaking the glass. They both looked completely wrecked. "Well." She said. "That was unexpected."

"Hmmm." Gibbs groaned against her neck, tiredly. That was an understatement.