From Paris, With Love by DD Agent

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Part Six will be up tomorrow and the concluding chapter will be online at Tuesday. Hope you all continue to enjoy the story!

Intermission

Paris, 1999

"Can you tell me one thing that happened in the play?"

Jethro shook his head as he and Jenny walked up to their apartment. Her heels were swinging in her hand, the devilish dress she wore coming undone in certain places. He couldn't keep his hands off her, and it wasn't just him with the problem. His tie was in a theatre stall somewhere, and he was pretty sure the zipper on his tuxedo pants would need to be repaired by a blacksmith.

"Can you?" Jethro teased, pressing a butterfly kiss to her nose. "A Russian play next time, please! Or a Russian film. Something with explosions, guns."

"From Russia, With Love?"

Jethro chuckled and swung his arms around to pick up Jenny. He moved her hair off her face and kissed her gently. They finally reached their front door and Jenny had to scramble for the keys, trying to put the bronze item in the lock before Jethro pinned her hands to the door. But it was too late for her and for her neck as Jethro bashed her wrist against the doorframe, dropping the key and allowing him to get control of their situation, and her arousal.

"Stop it, Jethro, Ducky'll hear."

"He's probably asleep anyway. Has had to put in earplugs for us," Jethro spun her around, slamming her against the door again. They had been all over each other in the play, the knowledge that their operation was over was just the catalyst to spark something new in them. In one week John and Jemma would be history, and Jenny and Jethro would be the future. He wanted her to be his future.

"Okay, well if that's the case."

Jenny pushed the fabric of her dress down her body, leaving her in just her underwear in front of Jethro. He grinned and forced her against the door again, his mouth on her collarbone, his hands on her hips. He stood on the dress and managed to find the key to let them inside.

The door banged open, Jenny still pressed against it. She managed to get her own back by pressing Jethro against the doorframe, the splinters of wood digging into the back of his suit jacket. Her arms were thrown around his neck, her fingers gripping onto his hair as their tongues tangled with each other. His own were around her ass, forcing her legs to spring up and tighten around his waist.

They fell to the sofa, Jethro's suit jacket being tossed onto the coffee table and his suit ripped and thrown over the back of the sofa. Jenny's mouth made her way down Jethro's chest as he finished off his zipper and tore off his trousers. Their kiss was hungry, passionate - the result of a very boring play and small bathroom stalls.

The coffee table was the next to go, the wood breaking underneath them as Jethro was slammed onto it, Jenny on top of him. They were only consumed with each other, neither concerned with the operation paperwork that they had spilled over the floor. As Jethro picked Jenny up and decided to carry her to their bedroom where they could continue on in private, he slipped on a folder.

"Damn it."

"We'll clear up tomorrow." Jenny grinned. "Come on, Jethro, you're not going to leave a girl hanging, are you?"

She squealed as Jethro picked her up. She didn't realise until the morning that he had slipped on her new orders, and her plane ticket to Rome.