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Day Eleven: wearing pajamas
Timeline: Married / Circa "Malarkey Born of Miscarriage"
Jenny pushed her hair behind her ears and then dragged her pinky finger along the inside of an ice cream carton, gathering the melting leftovers and sucking the sweet cream off.
"Hon?" she yelled mildly.
"Hmm?" she heard him answer in a vague grunt - he was out on the patio with the new puppy, eyeing Malarkey like a hawk to make sure he relieved himself before bed time.
"Almost done?" she asked.
"Dunno, he won't quit bitin' the damn bow-tie long enough to pee," Gibbs growled back.
Jenny had come home today with a sharp black bow tie for Malarkey and Gibbs was still not over how ridiculous it looked on his dog. He'd been grumbling about it, and trying to coax Malarkey to bite it off.
Gibbs came in a few moments later, the puppy at his heels.
"What did you want?" he asked, watching her finish of the dregs of ice cream with her finger.
"I bought you something," she said coolly, as the puppy nipped at her feet for attention. "It's in your bedside drawer," she added, and paused. "Will you go put it on?"
He stared at her, and then narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
"No," he decided.
"You don't even know what it is."
"Knowing you, it's probably a fairy costume."
She snapped her fingers.
"Damn, wish I'd seen one," she drawled, and peered at him over hand as she sucked on her finger. She arched her brows. "Do it," she ordered mercilessly, though her eyes were soft.
He glared at her and turned around, and she bent to pick up Malarkey with one hand, letting him lick ice cream from the carton since he was doing so well with housebreaking. A few seconds later, she heard Gibbs swear.
"What the hell is this, Jen?"
She smiled to herself, scrunching up her nose at her little puppy.
"You look so cute," she murmured, "and now your human is going to look cute, too."
She deliberately didn't answer her husband, but when waltzing into the bedroom with the puppy in her arms. She sat down on the bed and adjusted his canine bow-tie eyeing the bathroom with amusement.
"Jen," she heard him yell.
"They're soft as hell," she pleaded, smirking.
"I don't sleep in pajamas," Gibbs whined.
"Come out here," she countered.
"Jen," he whined again.
She waited, and he walked out. She hugged the puppy to her chin and giggled, her eyes widening - she'd known it would make her laugh, the moment she saw it - it was why she'd bought the bow tie for Malarkey.
Gibbs glared at her, folding his arms - but it was hard to look menacing -
"The comedy lies in that it's such a fancy look, but for sleep," Jenny drawled, unable to stop grinning at the velvety pajamas she'd bought him that gave the impression he was wearing a tuxedo.
He gave her an annoyed look.
"Have you lost your goddamn mind?" he demanded, blustering as gruffly as possible.
She turned Malarkey over like a baby and cuddled him, shaking her head. She kissed his nose and looked up at Gibbs.
"I had a bad day," she said, puckering her lips - but the tightness of her jaw, and the look in her eyes said she really had, and his glare faded a little. "I found the idea of wedding - themed pajamas amusing, since our wedding was so casual."
He deflated a little, unable to be mad at her. The sight of her holding Malarkey like a baby tugged at his heartstrings a little. She looked up and flashed him a grin.
"Never fear; I bought bride-themed lingerie, as well."
-alexandra