Disclaimer: nope not mine

He woke up to a football team doing drills on his head.

Or, at least that's what it felt like.

How drunk had he gotten last night?

He let out a groan, desperately wanting coffee and the darkness of his basement rather than the light coming through the window in his bedroom.

Wait...

His bedroom?

When did he ever sleep in there?

Something was obviously off because he never slept in his bed. Well, he might as well get up and see the damage he knew he would have caused in such a drunken state.

He rolled over and his eyes went wide in surprise. Jenny was laying on her side next to him, still sleeping; the blankets pulled over her and tucked under her chin.

What the hell was Jenny doing here?

He immediately looked under the covers and, to his horror, found himself naked.

So he was naked in bed with his boss, the boss who told him specifically that there would be 'no off the job', and a wicked hangover.

He sighed heavily- he had royally screwed up this time. There was no 'damage control' for this.

She would hate him when she woke up and realized they had slept together in what amounted to no more than a one night stand probably. And then whatever they had started to build of their friendship would be gone. Probably gone forever. He laid back down on his side, facing her.

And the worst part was that he couldn't even remember last night, couldn't remember the last time he had made love to her, for surely she would make sure to never make a mistake like this again.

Then his heart started to beat faster as she started to stir, stretching almost cat-like, before her eyes fluttered open and met his.

He watched her intently, waiting for the bomb to off when she realized the entirety of the situation.

"It's rude to stare", she said and scooted a little closer to him, bringing a hand up to caress the side of his face before letting it trail off into his hair, "How's your head?".

And to say he was dumbfounded would be the understatement of the year. He had expected all hell to break loose, not... Not this. She asked about his head... Had he hit it or something? Or was she talking about his massive hangover?

"Fine", he said, still confused.

She rolled her eyes, "Bullshit Jethro, you drank enough to kill an elephant."

So she was talking about his hangover.

He closed his eyes as she began to lightly stoke back his hair, her palm warm and soothing- doing wonders for his head.

"You don't remember anything, do you?", she mumbled and he just grunted, willing her hand to continue in his hair, and he was pleased when she did, finger tips applying gentle pressure, the pad of her thumb running over his temple.

He wondered if he had missed human touch in general or if he had just missed her touch.

Probably just her.

"You were drunk.", she said softly.

He opened one eye in a 'no shit Sherlock' manner before closing it again.

But not closing it before he saw an impressive bite mark at the crook of her neck. He quickly opened both eyes, seeing the dark bruising around the teeth marks, a sudden sickening feeling landing in his stomach as a thought occurred to him.

He sat straight up, the sheet falling off his torso to pool into his lap.

He stared at her for a moment, "I hurt you Jen?", he asked quietly.

A/N: sorry it's so short. Promise a longer, sexier chapter next time.

3 Lenea