A/N: This is pure smut. Beware the M Rating!
Okay, I know, I said in the beginning that the chapters wouldn't be in a chronological order or connected to each other. Especially with the last two, I guess that is not entirely true anymore. This chapter also starts exactly at the end of the last but the next three will be more separated again.
Also, I decided to write a multi-chapter fic after this where Jibbs' relationship issues will be addressed further, therefore I will probably not add a chapter here where they actually talk it out to save that for the next one. It is, however, important for me to stress that I don't think 'make-up sex' resolves any problems. I just wanted to write the smut, though.
I hope you enjoy. I appreciate every review :)
He stepped up to her, hesitantly, unsure of whether she would push him away, and reached out to take her face into his hands. He was so close, she could feel his breath on her skin, when he whispered, "I'm sorry". His lips brushed hers as he spoke the words and it sent a tingling sensation down her spine. She felt the anger in her chest slowly die down when she looked up into his piercing blue eyes and found honest sincerity in them. Jenny raised her own hands slowly and placed them on his chest, her fingers toying with the rough neckline of his old Marine Corps t-shirt. She tilted her head to the side slightly, almost completely closing the last distance between them and licked her lips. Gibbs took that as an invitation and touched his lips to hers, his kiss soft and careful. Jenny clutched the fabric of his shirt in her fist and drew him closer, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her body against his.
He transferred his hands to her shoulders and pushed her coat down her arms, before wrapping one of his hands into her hair and placing the other on her waist, holding her to him. Jenny frowned when the expensive wool hit the dusty floor of his basement but every thought to complain was wiped from her mind when she felt his fingers pull her blouse from her skirt and find their way under the material. His touch was cold against her hot skin and she gasped against his mouth when gripped her waist and spun her around, pinning her against the counter.
Jenny fumbled behind her and cleared the space by pushing the mason jar her sister had left there out of the way and broke their kiss for a second to lift herself up and then pulling him back to her by his collar. Jethro pushed her legs apart gently and stepped in the space in between, running his hands up and down her thighs, hitching her skirt up. He wrapped one arm around her back and pulled her forward just enough for him to get better access to her neck. He trailed soft kissed from the sensitive spot behind her ear down to her chest, gently biting into the skin just below her shoulder. Jenny let her head fall back and closed her eyes, her lips parted and a quiet moan escaping her.
"Jen…" he mumbled against her throat, his hands finding the buttons on her blouse. He fumbled them open impatiently, eager to push the item off her shoulders and touch the soft skin underneath. When the garment finally hit the floor, Jenny reached behind her back with one hand and unclasped her bra, just as impatiently waiting to be touched. He pulled the straps down her arms and let her shake it off, taking in the sight of her naked chest in front of him, his mouth going dry. She looked at him with her green eyes and smirked,
"Are you just gonna look at them?"
He laughed, shaking his head, and then dropped his mouth to one of her breasts, his hand gently gripping the other, drawing his thumb over the nipple. Jenny closed her eyes again and leaned into his touch, heat rushing through her body and pooling in the pit of her stomach. She could feel him hard pressed against her thigh and wrapped one of her legs around his to pull him closer, kicking off her heals in a swift motion. He groaned against her chest and slipped his free hand under her skirt and between her legs, caressing the inside of her thigh. His fingers were only very slightly brushing against the edge of her panties under the tights she was still wearing, and Jenny moaned in frustration, shifting on the counter, trying to direct his touch.
Jethro grinned against her skin and moved his head back up to meet her eyes, his hand still pressing only close to where she wanted it. Her eyes were dark with desire and she bit her bottom lip, her breath hitching when he moved his thumb closer to her center. He leaned in for another kiss, his finger finally pressing against her, stroking her through the thin fabric of her remaining clothes. She parted her lips under his mouth, moaning into him and he took that chance to slip his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss and muffling his own groans. The feeling of his touch between her legs was dizzying but yet not nearly enough; she needed to feel him on her bare skin.
Impatiently, she braced her hands behind her on the counter and lifted her hips, hoping he would take the hint and rid her of tights and skirt. He understood and gripped the edge of her tights along with the elastic waistband of her skirt and pulled them down, struggling a bit with getting it off of her, the position she was in not exactly ideal for this. Most of her clothes were now lying in a pile by his feet and he didn't lose any time to also slip her panties down her legs, leaving her completely naked in front of him. When he stepped up to her again, her hands flew to his shirt and pushed it up over his head, leveling the playing field at least by a little. Jethro drew one of his hands over her body, from her waist along the side of her breast, over her neck up to her mouth where he traced her lips with his thumb, his other hand back between her thighs. He could feel the heat radiating off of her and traced his fingers over her sensitive skin, his touch light as a feather. Jenny sucked in her breath in anticipation and kissed the tip of his thumb, before parting her lips and moaning,
"Don't make me beg."
She closed her eyes again, her heart beating heavily against her chest and her skin burning with arousal.
"No," he said in her ear, kissing her neck again and pushing two fingers inside of her, his thumb pressing against her clit.
"God!" she cried out and reached for his shoulder, clinging to him, while he moved his fingers inside her. His touch was unhurried but determined. He knew exactly what she liked and the soft cries that escaped her when he cupped his palm against her, pushing his fingers even deeper, made his skin tingle with desire.
"Geez Jen, you're wet," he mumbled against her shoulder and raised his glance back to her face. Her eyes were shut tightly, she was biting down on her lower lip and her cheeks were flushed. He was so caught off guard by how beautiful she looked like this that he slowed his motions for just the tiniest second. Jenny's eyes shot open and she caught his gaze.
"God," she repeated, "don't stop. Please don't stop."
He picked up his movement again, his thumb applying just the right amount of pressure while his fingers brushed against a particularly sensitive spot inside of her. She sucked in her breath and her moans were coming in shorter intervals now as her muscles clenched around his fingers.
"Oh, yes!" she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulder, "Don't stop, I'm gonna come."
Jenny arched into him and he gripped her hip tightly with his free hand, holding her down on the counter, his fingers deep inside of her while the consistent movement of his thumb pushed her over the edge. He gritted his teeth as he watched her unravel in front of him, eyes closed, her muscles pulsing around his fingers and her mouth opening in a silent cry of pleasure.
Jethro waited for her to ease off the high, before he slowly removed his hand, his fingers wet and warm. Another sated moan escaped her, and she drew him in for another kiss, her tongue tracing his lips, urging his mouth open. She raked her hands over his chest, down to his hips and fumbled with the belt on his jeans, brushing against him through the thick fabric, eliciting a groan from him. Jenny bit his lip playfully and used her feet to push his jeans down his thighs, waiting for him to step out of them. His arousal was clearly visible though his boxer briefs and she didn't lose any more time to touch him. He moaned against her mouth when she dipped her hand beneath his waistband, her index finger forming a ring with her thumb. She slid her hand over his cock and gripped him hard, applying just enough pressure for him to break the kiss and drop his head onto her shoulder, holding her close and groaning her name into her hair. He arched his hips into her hand, following her movement, cursing under his breath, when she flipped her thumb over the tip, "Damn!"
Jethro gripped her wrist with one hand, stopping her, while his other hand was still digging almost painfully into her hips. As good as she was making him feel, he was done with the foreplay, the urge to feel her around him overwhelming. He pushed his boxers down in a swift movement and pulled her lower body towards the edge of the counter, grabbing the underside of her thigh and shoving it up. Jenny leaned back again, her elbows angled behind her back and locked her eyes to his. For a moment, he thought he might forget how to breathe, his heart hammering in his chest. She fought to keep her eyes open, but he watched them flutter shut when he finally thrust into her.
"Fuck!" she swore when he pulled out again and then pushed inside her with more force, his pace picking up, "Oh, God, yes!"
His hand slipped on her thigh, a thin layer of sweat now covering her body, and he braced his arm next to her on the counter. Both of her legs instinctively wrapping around his hips and she locked her ankles behind his back, rising back to an upright position, her hands holding on to his neck. Jenny felt his pulse beat rapidly beneath her fingertips and she leaned forward to place a kiss to his throat, sucking gently on his skin. His fingers were digging into her and he shifted his angle only slightly, catching her off guard when he hit that perfect spot inside of her again. She cried out, his name spilling from her lips breathlessly, the tension in her stomach building up again. Jenny bit down on his shoulder, her chest pressed against his, she clung to him, whimpering with pleasure when he kept hitting her sensitive nerves.
The sound of her muffled voice against his chest made his skin tingle and his muscles clench. He couldn't take his eyes off her, her red hair spilling all over her back and shoulders, curling at the ends with sweat, her cheeks flushed, and her lips swollen from her biting down on them. He knew she was close to coming undone for him again, felt her walls tighten around him, the sensation almost too much to bear. He drove into her over and over again, careful not to change the pace too much and listened to her catch her breath, her moans growing louder, urging him on. His vision blurred when he felt his own climax build up, his thrust harder and deeper, chasing her to the edge.
"God, Jen!"
When he felt her shatter in his arms again, he let his head fall to her collarbone, his own release washing over him. He wrapped his arms around her body and held her against him, spilling into her while she was still shaking from the intensity of her orgasm.
"Holy fuck," she breathed, pulling away from him only slightly and raking her fingers through her hair.
"Mhh…hmm," he mumbled hoarsely and pressed his forehead against hers, one of his hands cupping her face gently.
They stayed like this for a moment, intimately close and tangled up in each other, easing off from the high of the mind-blowing sex they just had.
When her breathing finally evened out again, she unwrapped her legs from his back, flexing her feet, and felt him pull out. He placed a few soft kisses on her lips, before bending down to pull up his boxers and jeans again. He also picked up some of her clothes, dusting them off for her and carefully laying them next to her on the counter one by one. She smiled at him, touched by the gesture and started to get dressed, suddenly cold from the drying sweat on her skin.
"Honestly, Jethro, if this is your way of apologizing, feel free to piss me off anytime you want," she said, hopping off the counter to pull up her tights and shove her blouse back into the waistband of her skirt.
Gibbs had just put his own shirt back on when he stepped up to her and pulled her hands away from buttoning her blouse, interlacing his fingers with hers. He raised her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles one by one, before raising his glance, his blue eyes boring into her green ones.
"I really am sorry, Jenny. I'm sorry for disrespecting you like that. It's not gonna happen again," he said.
"Don't make any promises you can't keep," she answered and raised herself up on her tiptoes to kiss him, "but for now, I'll forgive you."