A/N: This is the updated version! Rated M - there is sexual content, so if you don't like, don't read!
*Disclaimer - Unfortunately I don't own any of the characters, just the story line!*
Chapter 3
Jenny barely remembered how she had managed to get home. But as soon has she got there, she headed straight to the bathroom. As a child Jenny had always found that soaking in the bath seemed to relax her. In this case, the bath not only acted as a relaxant, but also got rid of the coldness as a result from getting wet by the rain. As the bath started to fill, she added in some rose-scented bath salts to help calm her down.
She was still furious for letting her guard down last night. For letting herself appear vulnerable. For the past two years she has acted as if she had moved on from Paris, from him, but that had now changed. He knew that she had made mistake, that she regretted leaving him, that she wanted him. It is what he could use this information for that worried her. But she decided to worry about that later. She had had a rough couple of weeks between ops and trying to get funding for NCIS up on the hill. She was drained, and needed to try and get some sleep. She could worry about her personal life over the weekend.
After soaking in the hot water for over an hour, she decided that she should get out before she fell asleep in there. As she made a movie to slip her nightie on, she heard the unmistakable noise of her front door opening. She quickly got dressed and made a move towards her dressing table, grabbing her glock. The clock on her bedside table read 1000, how long had she been in the bathroom for? As she was pondering about how much time had elapsed since she had left the Navy Yard, the undeniable sound of feet climbing up the stairs was discernible. She quietly stepped into her walk-in wardrobe, waiting for the intruder to walk into her room.
The door handle silently twisted in the socket, and opened ever-so slowly, to reveal a man whose face was hidden behind it. The man, however, was not who she was expecting.
"Jethro!" she shouted angrily as she unloaded her weapon, "You almost gave me a heart attack and got yourself killed. Its 1a.m. in the morning, could you not have not waited until the morning to talk to me?"
"Well", he replied, "I was just wanting to see if you are alright?"
As the words sunk in, Jenny became even angrier. He had snuck into her house at 1a.m. in the morning to see if she was alright!
Through clenched teeth she said, "I told you in the office that I was fine, so what is the real reason that you are here Special Agent Gibbs?"
As the words spilled out of her mouth, she saw his face change from concerned to angry.
"Well Director, I wanted to discuss our conversation last night. You have been avoiding me all day. When you asked me to stay, what did you expect to happen?"
That bastard Jenny thought. She knew that continuing to use titles would only worsen the argument, but she was angry. Beyond angry. How dare he come into her home and start shouting at her. But, then she paused. What had he thought she meant last night?
"I thought what I said was pretty obvious Jethro. What did you think I meant?"
She had got him there. He didn't expect her to turn the conversation back on him, but was surprised by his answer.
"Sex", replied Gibbs with a straight face.
"Just sex Jethro?" replied Jenny. Who did he think she was?
"Well no Jen, not just sex."
"Then what then Jethro?" The tension between the two was staring to build at a rapid pace.
"You just asked me what I thought you wanted, how I am supposed to know what you had wanted?" He angrily retorted.
"I wanted you", she replied softly. Gibbs' expression soften at her reply, as he took a step towards her.
"Ah hell Jen, why didn't you just say that?"
Jenny took a step closer towards him and whispered, "I did. When I asked you to stay the night. You said no, meaning that you didn't want me."
"Jenny, I never said that I didn't want you," said Gibbs in a soft tone, pleading her to understand.
"You said no very quickly" she said accusingly.
"I was in the middle of a case, trying to find a missing man. Don't forget about the ten year-old boy sleeping upstairs. What would he have thought if he woke up to the two of us naked in bed?" said Gibbs, his anger flaring again.
Damn, Jenny internally thought. Why hadn't she thought of those reasons as to why he said no? She must look like a total bitch right now. She stood there, staring at Gibbs, with a wounded expression on her face. Now she had to go into damage control. But where to go from there?
She needn't have acted, as Gibbs had been watching her change of emotions from across the room. He had decided upon himself to make the first move. The gap was slowly closing between the two, and she still wasn't sure what he was going to do. He was now standing pretty much upon her. He bent his head down next to her ear and whispered, "We are alone now. What is it that you wanted?"
Had he really just said what she thought he had said? She could feel the butterflies stir in her stomach, and acted on them quickly. She pressed her lips against his lightly, as if asking that was what he wanted. He deepened their kiss in response. Their passion escalated rapidly, and things got out of hand very quickly. The next thing Jenny had realised was that she was on her back, Gibbs on top of her asking for permission before he continued. She nodded slightly, and continued to kiss his neck.
His hands travelled down her body, and up under her nighty. She quickly grew frustrated with their lack of progress, so she started to tug at his shirt, suggesting that she wanted to touch his bare skin. He quickly realised her intentions, and took off his shirt, while she took off her nighty. Gibbs, being on top, took advantage of her exposed upper body, and started to make his way down her chest. He stopped once he reached her right breast, and started to suckle her areola. Jenny started to moan at the sensation, which only made him continue. He then swapped to her left breast, while she trailed her hand down towards his crouch.
She started to unzip his pants, in between her moans of pleasure. She could feel his hard on underneath his jeans, which only excited her more. She was starting to get tired of foreplay, so she tried to yank off his pants. Gibbs quickly slipped out of them, taking his underwear with them. She quickly tossed her underwear off, somewhere on the floor with the rest of their garments. They were now completely naked.
His body was exactly as she remembered from six years ago, just with a couple more body scars. She ran her hands over his stomach muscles, something she had wished for only hours earlier. She gave him a sexually frustrated look, which he understood as "hurry up". He positioned his body so that his shaft was slightly touching the entrance of her vagina. He was driving her crazy. With one silent look, he entered slowly.
He waited, momentarily, for her vagina to become accustomed to his size before he started moving. As one, they started off slow and graceful, but as the need became more urgent, their moves became more frantic. Both of their screams of pleasure, as well as the scent of their sweat, filled the room. It didn't take long, but he could feel that she was close to the edge, so he kept pushing harder and harder. She orgasmed first, and after one more thrust, he came after her.
They both lie in each other's arm, coming down from their high. It had been an eventful couple of weeks for both of them, so they were both extremely tired. They both drifted off to sleep, happy and content.
As the sun filtered through Jenny's bedroom window, she started to stir. She was naked and wrapped up in the arms of a man, Leroy Jethro Gibbs to be exact. She knew that sleeping with an insubordinate was wrong, but at this moment in time, she couldn't give a damn.
A/N: At the moment, I'm not sure whether to continue, or just leave it as is?! Also thanks to everyone who has reviewed/followed/favourited - it means a lot to me :)
