The Red Haired Woman
Chapter 10
The night they returned from the aircraft carrier, Gibbs asked Chanel if she would spend the entire upcoming weekend with him. He wanted an extended weekend and had already requested the time off. They would leave Thursday after work and return back to work on Weds. He wanted to take her somewhere, but he wouldn't say where.
"You are such a control freak, Gibbs. You haven't left much room for a "no" answer. Can you at least tell me what I should bring?"
"You can say no, but I hope you don't."
"I'm definitely not saying no, unless you plan on me flying on one of those flying gas cans. Next time it comes up, you'll have to fire me before I get on one."
"I'll keep that in mind. So do you want to know what to bring?"
"Yes, already. You are just going to drag this out aren't you? I never figured you for the romantic type, Jethro." She had climbed into his lap with her legs straddling him, kissing his face and his eyes, his nose, and finally working her way to his lips. Her soft lips reached his, the expected spark shooting through them both. Their mouths opened together like it had been choreographed, their tongues softly touching but their pent up passion that was still to be released increased their urgency. Their mutual excitement superheated their bodies, especially where their centers were pressed together. Chanel was impatient already grinding her body into his moving in a slight circular motion. She had on a dress from their night out earlier and she had lifted it so her panties were pressed right against his tented pants. Their kiss never broke but Gibbs groaned into her mouth as he could feel her wetness and heat through his pants. He finally pulled back from the kiss and gently moved her back from him.
"No, Chanel. I just spent a fortune for the perfect vacation, the perfect spot for everything you want. I do not want to lose control this close to the goal, baby. Please. The first thing we do when we get to our surprise is make love in the giant four poster bed. And we will over and over and over again. We have both waited so long one more day won't hurt us."
Chanel playfully growled at him and remained where he put her and did not push anymore. "So, we keep getting distracted. If you won't tell me where, can you tell me what I should bring?"
"Yes, that I can do. You will definitely need a bathing suit or four, one of those wrap scarf things you wear around your bathing suit, bikini, whatever you have. You'll need some very lightweight dresses for evening candlelight dinners. If you don't have any, we can just buy some there. Think tropical, shorts, sandals, toothbrush, and your passport. That's about it, Chanel."
Chanel had a big smile on her face, "Sounds like I might need sunscreen too. I assume you will take care of my back, or do they have those cute young men to take over that chore?"
"That is definitely my job. The only thing any cute young men might do is bring us drinks and food."
She giggled and leaned over to whisper in his ear while her hands caressed his very well developed arms. He'd been working out and she could tell. "So, Old Man, seems like you've been working out. I like it. Don't forget your blue pills."
Gibbs laughed and tossed her back on the couch. "This 'Old Man' doesn't need any blue pills."
"You've not been with me. Once I get going I tend to be voracious. Can you keep up?"
"I will give you whatever you need, baby." She laughed and wiggled away from him heading up the stairs to the bedroom.
"I'm going to get some sleep. And by the way Boss? I'll be in very late tomorrow. I have to go shopping for my surprise trip. I might not be in at all. What time do we leave? Hmm. Yeah, you know I think I just won't be in at all."
He laughed at her and went down to his basement while she showered and went to bed. They found it was difficult to go to bed at the same time because it had become increasingly difficult to keep things from heating up further than they wanted. They wanted, but there was an unspoken agreement that they weren't going that far without a commitment, and that was what she would get this weekend. He had bought the ring and made the reservations a few weeks before. He knew she would love the place, but wasn't sure about the ring. It was very simple platinum band centered with a large emerald cut diamond. There was no adornment on either side of the ring, but the diamond itself was the very best quality and was really very large. Not so much as to be ostentatious, but definitely nothing to be embarrassed about. It was from the Hearts on Fire collection and in very tiny letters on the back of the diamond itself was inscribed "I love you." It was also numbered for security purposes. She would only be able to read the lettering with a microscope, but if she wanted to see it, Abby's lab had one. She was used to having amazing jewelry. He hoped that while this wasn't amazing, it was simple and stunning.