A/N: In light of my last piece, I decided that I needed to write something a bit happier. Hope you enjoy! Alcohol-induced smuttiness waits below!
Gibbs stared at the redhead in front of him with blatant disbelief and frowned. He eyed the bottle in her hands with a look of trepidation and she raised her eyebrow at him questioningly.
"What," he said carefully, "is that?"
"Whiskey," she replied simply.
He shook his head.
"Doesn't smell like whiskey."
She laughed as she poured a generous measure into the mason jar he'd handed her and took a long drink. Holding it out to him, she gave him a smile and he frowned again.
"Come on, Gibbs. Try it."
"No."
"It won't kill you. Just taste it."
"Not happening, Shepard."
"Never would have thought you'd be scared to try whiskey, Jethro."
The challenge, accented by her use of his first name, did not go unnoticed by him, and he scowled at her. She moved closer, taking a careful step on her impossibly high heels, and gave him a look that he could only describe as taunting. Sighing, he took the glass from her hand and raised it to his nose, sniffing it cautiously. The sweet smell of the alcohol made him frown and he looked at her seriously.
"Is this...peanut butter?"
She nodded.
"Peanut butter flavoured whiskey. Really good with vanilla ice cream."
He shrugged.
"Not much for ice cream, Jen."
She bristled slightly at the nickname, but said nothing. He tipped the glass back slowly, taking a small drink of the liquid and frowned. The taste that filled his mouth was so sweet and tasted so strongly of peanut butter that it made his teeth itch, and he would have spit it out had he not already swallowed it. Jenny laughed as he shoved the glass back into her hands and he glared at her.
"How can you drink that crap, Shepard?" he spat.
She shrugged.
"Sometimes I want to get drunk but not have the taste of paint thinner in my mouth," she remarked dryly.
"It's like someone just poured melted peanut butter down my throat."
"Exactly. Add a little vanilla ice cream and some chocolate sauce, and you've got a great dessert."
He rolled his eyes, taking a long drink of his own bourbon to get the taste out of his mouth. Jenny laughed again as she watched him, tossing her ponytail over her shoulder. She had never seen him look so offended before and every time she thought she was going to get her laughter under control, she glanced at his face and started again.
"Why can't people just leave things well enough alone?" he muttered.
Finally able to breathe, Jenny rolled her eyes.
"You're such a stick in the mud, Gibbs. It doesn't hurt to try new things."
"I like my alcohol to taste like alcohol."
"Such a purist," Jenny sighed dramatically.
He glared at her, shuddering as he watched her pour another glass from her bottle, and eyed her suspiciously.
"Did you really come all the way over here just to laugh at my reaction to that...liquid death?"
She shook her head.
"No. I came over because I know how badly cases involving children affect you. I wanted to make sure you didn't spend your whole night brooding about it."
He hadn't expected such a serious response, and he studied her carefully. He would have been lying if he'd said she was wrong, but he didn't want to admit it to her. Watching her as she straightened her shirt, he frowned as he noticed that something had changed about her attire. When she had first joined his team, Jenny had favoured mostly black clothing, saying that it helped her feel more professional and blend in when they were out in the field, but over the past few weeks, she had slowly been incorporating little splashes of colour to her wardrobe.
It had started simply enough: a pair of red heels instead of her usual black, a purple jacket hastily thrown over her shoulders as she'd walked out the door, and now...a pale green shirt that perfectly accented her eyes and made her skin look even more radiant than it had before. He shook his head as he realised he had been staring at her, and her soft voice broke through his thoughts.
"Is something wrong?"
"No. Just thinking."
She laughed.
"You looked like you were on another planet."
He shrugged, taking another drink of his bourbon and he frowned as he realised that he could smell her drink even from where she stood. It overpowered even the scent of her perfume (that he would never admit to liking), and she drained her glass quickly.
"Gibbs?"
He made a small noise to show that he was listening, and she frowned.
"You're not mad that I came by, are you?"
"If I was, you wouldn't be here."
Jenny nodded, taking a step closer to him.
"Good. I know what it's like to dwell on bad situations, and I just...I wanted to make sure that you were okay."
He very nearly told her. Should have told her. Instead, he nodded, realising for the first time how close she was, and the clink of her glass as she set it down on the table was surprisingly loud in the silence.
"I'm fine, Jen. Believe it or not, not everyone gets as emotionally attached to cases as you do."
They both knew he was lying, but she merely nodded, accepting the lie without question. She was close enough that if he tried, he could pull her into his arms, and he swallowed, trying to look at anything but her lips. Instead, he reached out to fix the necklace that had gotten twisted around her throat and he pretended that he didn't feel her jump as his fingers touched her skin.
"Thanks," she said quietly.
He nodded, and before he even had time to consider the consequences, he brought his lips to hers, not oblivious to the way she kissed him back immediately. His hands went to her waist, pulling her as close as he could and she threaded her fingers into his hair. He could taste the sweetness of peanut butter as he kissed her, and she gasped as his tongue explored her mouth.
One of his hands found her hair, freeing it from the elastic she'd put it in, and as it tumbled around her shoulders, she ran her hand over his chest slowly. He pulled away, looking into her eyes seriously, and she frowned.
"Do you want me to stop?"
She shook her head, and he kissed her again, loving the way she gasped as his lips found her throat. He wasn't sure how far she was willing to go, so he kept his hands at her waist, and when she reached for his hand, he frowned.
"Jen?"
"It's okay for you to touch me," she told him gently.
He nodded, and ran his hand up her side slowly.
"This is a nice shirt," he commented lightly.
She laughed, tossing her head back. and he frowned.
"So it was the green that finally broke you."
He frowned.
"What?"
"I've been trying out different colours to get your attention. Guess I should have gone with green earlier."
Shrugging, he kissed her again.
"Brings out your eyes."
His hand slipped under the soft fabric, and when he touched her breast, Jenny moaned, her eyes closing as he kissed her throat. Gibbs reveled in the sound, wondering what he could do to hear it again. God, he would do anything to hear that sound again. His other hand was still wrapped around her hip and he slowly moved it downward, running over her thigh. He hooked her leg around his waist, smiling as their tongues met, and he swore that the air around them was charged with electricity.
"Jethro?"
"Hm?"
"Touch me."
At first, he wasn't sure he'd heard her correctly, but when she reached for his hand, he pushed the doubt from his mind. She touched him confidently, and he found that it was a welcome change from any woman he'd ever known in the past. She knew what she wanted, and despite her nervousness, she didn't hesitate. His fingers quickly undid the button on her jeans, pulling the zipper down, and Jenny gasped as his hand brushed against her. He moved his fingers against her clit slowly at first, increasing his speed steadily and when he was sure that she was ready, he slid them into her, her low moan making him impossibly harder.
Her lips found his as he continued to move, and when she jerked in his arms, he knew he'd found the perfect spot to touch her. He curled his fingers again, loving the way it felt as her hips met his hand, and she moaned again as he moved faster. Judging by the way her rhythm faltered, he knew she was close, and he brought his lips to her throat before lightly running his tongue along the shell of her ear.
"Jen..." he murmured huskily, "Come for me."
She moaned, her head falling back and she gave him a weak smile.
"God, Jethro...say that again."
He smirked, doing as she asked, but this time, he let his lips brush over her ear. She came with a low moan, gripping his shoulders tightly, and he kissed her deeply, still able to taste the remnants of her sickeningly sweet whiskey. He kept moving his fingers, slowly bringing her back down, and she rested her head against his shoulder gently.
"I'll give you this: you're good with your hands," she quipped.
He smirked.
"That's not even the best part. You should feel what I can do with my tongue."
Jenny laughed breathlessly.
"For someone who doesn't speak much, you sound extremely confident."
Gibbs merely shrugged and she looked at him curiously.
"Was that an offer, Jethro?"
"If you want it to be."
She was silent for a moment, her thoughts spinning around in her head wildly.
"When do we leave?"
"Two weeks."
Nodding, Jenny bit down on her lip.
"Let's wait until then. I need time to sort this out."
He knew that she was referring to the fact that he was her boss, the fact that they would have to work so closely together on this assignment in Europe, and he nodded. She slowly stepped away from him, fixing her clothing, and she reached for her bottle of whiskey.
"You know, Jen...that tastes a lot better when it's been in your mouth."
She laughed, nearly choking on the amber liquid, and he winked at her as she shook her head.
"Good night, Jethro."
He couldn't stop himself from staring at her ass as she walked up the stairs and when she reached the top, she threw him a suggestive look over her shoulder.
"This is going to be the longest two weeks of my life."
"Well, if you need help before then..."
Jenny laughed, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
"Not likely. I have my ways. And you'll still be there either way."
As the full implication of her words hit him, he laughed quietly in shock, and nodded his head at her.
"Good night, Jen. Enjoy your liquid sugar rush."
She smiled.
"I definitely have."
When Gibbs finally fell asleep four hours later under his boat, his dreams were filled with red hair, soft lips, and a giant jar of peanut butter that followed him wherever he went.
A/N: If you like peanut butter and you like whiskey, seriously...give it a shot. It's delicious.