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Day Fourteen: spooning
Timeline: married (jenny has just been made Director)
Leroy Jethro Gibbs was showered, dry, relaxed, and damn excited to sleep for once in his life - in fact, he was halfway to the land of Nod when his wife shut off the bathroom lights, finally finished getting ready for bed. He was probably so worn out because they'd just spent an hour doing everything but bathing in the shower, and he was getting a little old for that nonsense - but he wasn't complaining.
He listened to Jen rustling around as she checked her work phone one last time, set alarms, and sat down in bed, and he assumed they were going to go to sleep - but he should have known that was an idiotic thought, because if he was snug as a bug and tired as hell, then it of course followed - by the laws of being married to a lunatic - that she had other things in mind.
And to his chagrin, it wasn't more sex - which he would have considered the only acceptable reason to wake up - it was an obnoxious question.
"Do you understand how boring my job is now?" she hissed at him, poking him in the shoulder.
"Huh," he grunted vaguely.
"So boring that I'm not tired, despite needing to be at the Navy Yard nearly two hours earlier - so boring," she paused, and sighed dramatically, "that I read an entire Cosmopolitan, and took the quizzes."
Gibbs pulled a pillow over his mouth and groaned - whatever the hell that meant, it was probably something massively irritating for him. She pulled at his shoulder until he rolled towards hare lazily, and she blinked down at him.
"Cosmo said we have no emotional connection," she whispered loudly, darting her eyes around. "I think we made a mistake getting married."
"Jen, go to bed."
"I checked our router to see if it was working but then I remembered that's the wi-fi, not our feelings."
"Jesus."
"Jethro," she whispered. "I'm concerned about our marital health."
"'M concerned about your mental health."
"Thus it begins."
He rolled over aggressively and grabbed her, pinching her ribs lightly and yanking her against him, coving her in blankets and pinning her against his chest.
"Is this emotional enough?" he growled, wrapping his body around hers and grazing his teeth against her earl.
She giggled.
"This is the most aggressive cuddle I have ever been subjected to," she announced.
"You gonna write your dumb magazine?"
"No," she said wryly. She turned her head. "The horoscope part suggested spooning to bridge emotional gaps."
He rolled his eyes, and hugged her more gently.
"You've could've just asked, Jen," he muttered, rolling his eyes.
"What? And miss out on the Simba pounce you just did?!"
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