A/n: Here's another installment of SoMW, wrote it during my Psych Seminar today.
Figured I'd give Jenny a chance to "speculate" on Gibbs this time. This is out of order from the next color on the list, btw.
Disclaimer: Obviously don't own them, I only own half of my own dang car. I just borrow them to fix what I didn't like in the show. :P
"Cerulean Frost"
Their relationship was characterized by their inherent ability to communicate without words, a sizzling glance or teasing touch just enough to convey the feelings wanted.
His eyes had always captivated her. For a man who spoke so little, his eyes did nearly all the talking for him. Expressive, usually the first precursor to his towering temper, the glinting sapphires never ceased to make her weak at the knees.
Jethro's eyes, no matter how cliché it sounded, were most definitely the windows to his soul. She only needed a cursory glance to tell if he was hurting or angry, amused or irritated, apoplectic or aroused. They were a hard, almost steel grey when he was angry or irritated; twin cloudy pools of blue when he was in pain; sky blue gems with a Puck-ish gleam when he was amused; a piercing, dark, frosty cerulean when he was aroused.
That was when she loved his eyes the most, that captivating cerulean frost that darkened the sky-blue when he stared down at her as they made love. He looked at her as if she were the only thing existing in his world at that moment, made her feel like she was Queen of their mini-universe, and he was the blue-eyed knight in shining armor who stood to protect her from all the evils of the world.
She laid in his bed, taking advantage of a rare chance to watch him sleep. This week had been especially hard. It seemed like every Marine in an immediate five-mile vicinity of the Navy Yard had decided to give into their murderous impulses. Team Gibbs had been called out on six consecutive cases in as many days, leaving all four members practically falling asleep on their feet at the conclusion to their final case early Saturday morning. She had given them a mandatory weekend off, ushering a stumbling Jethro to the car. They had tumbled into his bed together, where he promptly fell asleep, leaving her with time to muse.
She was pulled out of her thoughts as he woke, blinking sleepy blue eyes at her.
"S' going on?" He stretched languidly, rubbing the missing week of sleep out of his eyes. "We got a case?"
She shook her head slowly, leaning back against the headboard lazily. "I told you I gave your team until Tuesday to catch up on sleep."
He nodded, a sly glint appearing in the blue orbs. "Are you off until Tuesday?"
"Barring the outbreak of World War Three, yes." She fought the hitch in her breathing as his hand ghosted oh-so casually up her thigh under the sheets. "W—why?"
He shrugged nonchalantly, a distinctly Puck-ish gleam flickering through his eyes as he moved, leaning over her. "You were gone all last week, and then we kept catching cases…" His hands continued their slow exploration of her body under the sheets.
She raised her eyebrows, giving him a quizzical look. "You…Jethro, you haven't had any sleep in nearly a week, and all you can think about is sex?"
His lips twitched in a smirk as he shifted himself fully over her, canting his hips against hers. His laughing blue eyes darkened to that frosty cerulean she loved so much, locking in on her forest green gaze.
She settled back against his warm chest some time later, lacing her fingers through his. "You're insatiable, you know that?"
She could feel the low chuckle rumble through his chest as he spoke, his voice gruff. "Ah, you love it."
"Hm." She snuggled further into his embrace, resting her head against his shoulder.
"What were you thinking about earlier?" He stroked a soothing hand up and down her upper arm, wrapping the sheets snugly around them both.
She shifted a moment, rubbing her thumb in slow circles across the back of his hand. "Eyes."
"Eyes? What about them?" She could almost imagine the quizzical eyebrow that would shoot up, his face the picture of bewilderment.
"I was thinking about how much I love your eyes."
"Do you now?" He spun her around, the dancing light of amusement flickering into his gaze. This was the playful side of Jethro, the flirting, skirt-chasing "DiNozzo" Ducky claimed to see in him sometimes.
She gave him a lazy grin in reply, staring into his sapphire gaze. "Mmmhmm. They're just so…expressive."
He grinned back, already leaning forward for a slow kiss. "How 'bout you tell me what else you like, hm?" His lean, muscled body pressed forward, pinning her to the bed, his eyes already darkening back to their aroused cerulean frost.
She smirked against his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck. "That, I can do."
A/n: Another short, semi-smutty one. I guess these are turning into more of an extended series, rather than individual one-shots like I thought originally. Whoops...
Ch. 9 of TGS is about halfway done, and Ch. 2 of Blue Eyed Brothers and Letters from the Sky are also about halfway finished.
Review, please, feedback is always appreciated!
-meg