The Red Haired Woman
Chapter 11
The excited couple followed the busboy into their rented villa on the beach in Montego Bay, Jamaica. The suite was located directly on the beach on the ground floor, with an extended patio overlooking the beach and ocean. The room was extraordinarily large with mahogany furniture and sliding double doors separating the living room from the bedroom, which as promised had a king size four-poster bed. The bedding was a beautiful white with splashes of red added with pillows. There was a lightweight canopy that stretched the length of the bed. The white with slight touches of red against the dark mahogany was stunning.
Chanel turned to Gibbs with a look of awe on her face. "Jethro, this might be the most beautiful room I have ever been in. We are right on the beach. It looks completely private, and there is a small pool too. This takes my breath away. It is too much, baby. How in the world…?" She didn't want to ask him outright, but this had to be extraordinarily expensive.
"I'm glad you like it. It is all for you and you deserve every bit of it and more. And as for how I can afford it, I have more money than many people think. I encourage the misconception. I am not wealthy as you, but I can hold my own. Dinner will be here shortly. I took the liberty of ordering for you. They will bring a candlelit dinner here for us with champagne, and we will have a private affair. I thought we might dress for it."
"It is like you have been body snatched Jethro. This is far more romantic than I ever dreamed you could be. But I didn't bring anything but tropical dresses, nothing suitable for a candlelit dinner."
"I think you brought something appropriate." Jethro took her in his arms and kissed her lightly, melting her completely with such a gentle touch. When he broke the kiss, she looked up at him with understanding. Yes, she had indeed brought something appropriate.
They unpacked shortly and Jethro showered and dressed first and waited for the food to arrive. Chanel enjoyed her shower as well, her excitement shining in her eyes and causing a glow on her skin. She dressed carefully, piling her hair on top of her head leaving her neck and back bare. Her "appropriate attire" was a silk cream colored full length negligee. It had a double spaghetti strap, heart shaped neckline with a lace bodice and it was backless to the lowest dip on her back. She looked stunning in it and had been saving it for quite a while for just such an occasion. She waited until the waiter left before walking through the mahogany sliding door into the living area. Jethro had candles burning around the room and music playing softly. He heard the door slide open and turned to face her from where he stood looking at the moonlight on the ocean. He stayed where he was and allowed Chanel to walk to him. Looking at her, he knew he could never live without her, his breath was knocked away by both the realization and her striking beauty. She stood immediately in front of him, dressed in designer slacks she never knew he owned and a raw silk shirt that was a deep blue that served to deepen the aqua of his eyes. He looked remarkable. She ran her hands up from his wrists to his shoulders, feeling the strength and the power under the skin. Her hands reached his face and brought him down to kiss him. She kissed him softly with an open mouth, wanting to just feel his touch. His arms reached around her and pulled her to him, crushing her to him while their passion started to ignite in the mouths leading straight to their individual centers. They stood there absorbing each other, lost in the touch of the other. Finally, uncomfortably hard and overwhelmingly impatient Jethro broke from Chanel and carefully led her to the sofa. He helped her sit, and instead of sitting beside her, he sat at her knees. Chanel looked at him both confused and excited.
"I have never been more certain of what I want than I do right this moment. Before we both combust, I want to do this now and not wait any longer. Chanel Atherton, will you marry me? I promise to love and cherish you until the end of my days. There will be no other."
Chanel started to cry. Even though she was sure it was coming, she never expected such romance and such passion from Jethro Gibbs. She didn't know why she had doubted it. He had never shown her anything but passion from him, but never romance. That was a surprise. And then there was another surprise as he pulled out the ring and opened the box to show her. She gasped at the beauty and simplicity of the ring, it was exactly Jethro and it was exactly her.
"Yes, Jethro Gibbs, my love, I will marry you without doubt and with all my love. The ring is beautiful. It is perfect."
He laughed slightly as he put the ring on her finger. He was happier and without shadows than he had been in a very long time.
The newly engage couple disappeared through the sliding door and finally completed what they had been holding themselves from. Twice. Dinner was then enjoyed naked and in bed. They made love throughout the night, thrilling at the experience so longed for and so long denied. Their laughter and happiness could be heard drifting on the waves of the ocean right outside their door.