A/U: Hey ya'll! Welcome to the new chapter of On The Job! Thanks to all the reviews I got for the last chapter, you guys are really great ;). Just like some of you requested, this chapter is them in the elevator, being naughty. *wink wink nudge nudge*.
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The woman was going to be the death of him.
For the past two hours, she had been doing nothing but driving him crazy with those seductive looks. It had started when she was just looking over the railing, and he had caught her eye. She gave him an unexpected seductive wink, biting her lip.
That action made me half-hard already. Then, it continued. She had kept it light for the first hour, just winking, biting her lip and occasionally, blowing him a kiss. But then she upped her game. She started gently running her hands over her breasts when she knew no one was watching, keeping eye contact with him as she did.
She smiled seductively, playing with her nipples that had turned hard and showed clearly through the thin material of her bra and blouse.
He stared at her with hungry eyes, examining her every move in his piercing stare. He was hard already – and she smirked, fully aware of what she had done.
He was hanging on a thin thread, and she knew it. She was just as wet as he was hard, and she needed her release desperately. She looked around her and the squadroom for any prying eyes before deciding it was safe to continue. She slipped her hand into her pencil strict.
It was so hard for him to stay quiet.
He watched as she rubbed herself in the middle of the work place, where anyone could come in at any time and find her getting herself off.
He was getting increasingly aroused – the faces of pleasure she was making and the moans that were supposed to come out of her mouth were contributing to that factor.
Her hand left her skirt, and she brought her finger to her nose, inhaling her scent.
He stood up so abruptly so that the back of the chain hit the wall, and he growled to his team that looked up in surprise.
"Gonna see the Director."
He took two steps at a time up the stairs and met her at the top. She wore a sinful smirk, knowing exactly what she had done.
"Yes, Agent Gibbs? May I help with something?" she asked softly, her voice teasing and seductive. "Maybe the bulge in your pants?"
Her eyes travelled to the area below his hips and she gave him a smile.
"Elevator, Jen." He turned around and she followed him.
Once the doors closed, he flicked the emergency switch and pressed her up against the elevator walls.
"Did you really think that I would let you get away with teasing me?" he asked pressing her body close to his, his face so close to hers that their lips brushed as he spoke.
"No," she whispered back. Her hand gently brushed against his erection, and he groaned. "That's why I did it."
His lips captured hers in a passionate, heated kiss. Their lips moved fast and desperately against each others, their hands travelling up and down each other's bodies.
Her hand travelled to his hair and gripped his head tightly, while one of his travelled to her head and buried it in her long red locks. His other hand held her waist tightly as she grand her hips into his.
She didn't know how it happened, but suddenly her skirt was on the floor. She quickly popped the button on his jeans and pushed it down, giving his covered erection a small kiss as she got up.
He groaned and kissed her even more passionately, one of his hands picking up her left leg and held it to his hip. She got the hint, and wrapped both her legs around his waist, kissing him hungrily.
His lips moved towards her neck, nipping, licking, sucking at the skin lightly. One hand moved to her skirt and he unzipped it, pushing it down roughly. He touched her at her center. He felt her hands grip him even more.
"Don't tease," she managed to force out.
"Because you've been doing the same." He said wickedly, and continued to sensually rub her, not applying enough pressure to cause ultimate pleasure for her.
She understood that this was her punishment for teasing him in the bullpen, but she didn't want to be teased. So she began unzipping his pants, pushing them down with her legs.
"Jethro," she panted. "Please."
He tore her panties off of her while she roughly took his boxers off, both of them desperate to satisfy their hunger for each other.
He slammed her even further into the wall, slamming into her forcefully at the same time.
"Yes!" she shouted.
He started thrusting slowly at first, but then started to build the speed and drive of his thrusts, and then slow down again, and that drove her even crazier. Every time her thrust hard into her, her head banged against the wall in pleasure.
"Ah – ah, please, Jethro!" she purred. "More!"
Her nails clawed at his clothed back as he thrust harder and harder and harder into her. The feel of her muscles tightening around him was almost his undoing.
"So close," she whimpered, resting her head on the crook of his neck.
His fingers travelled downwards, towards her centre, and he lightly grazed it. She moaned loudly, coming hard.
A few more thrusts and he came, planting his seed into her, sending her into another, mind=blowing orgasm. He leaned against the wall and carefully slid down the wall with her on top of him, straddling his lap.
He leant his sweaty forehead against hers, kissing her softly and grazing his lips against her flushed face. Her arms went around his neck and she buried her face in the crook of his neck.
"I love you." He whispered, stroking her hair and holding her tightly. She smiled.
"I love you too." She said, looking up at him with sincere eyes.
He leant his forehead against hers again and brought a hand up to her cheek and caressed it lightly. He leaned in and gave her the most loving kiss she had ever received from anyone – nothing about it was fast and rough, instead it was slow and full of passion. His lips moved lovingly over hers, and their tongues danced together.
Their kiss came to a natural end and he hugged her tightly, pressing soft kisses into her hair.
"Jethro," she said softly. "We should go back. The team will be wondering where you went and I have a meeting to be at in an hour at the Hill."
He pouted.
"But I want you all for myself." He whined.
"I am all yours, Jethro." She laughed, kissing his cheek. "Just not available for you now, alright? But when we get home, I promise that I'll be yours all night long."
He grinned and pressed a kiss to her nose. She moved out of his lap and picked up her clothes, holding up the torn panties for him to see.
"Jethro," she said, annoyed. "I'll have horny politicians looking up my skirt to see a bare vagina and will in turn think I'm a whore who fucks anyone who comes in my path."
"I'll kill them." He growled.
"Then you shouldn't have done it in the first place." She shook her head, throwing the slightly damp and irreparable panties at him.
He caught them and put them in his jeans pocket, which was still lying on the floor. She zipped up her skirt and folded her arms, waiting for him to get dressed. He raised his hands in surrender and stood up to get dressed.
He flipped the emergency stop switch only to find out that the elevator was facing a malfunction.
"Jethro… why aren't we moving?"
"Gee, I don't know Jen, maybe it's because it broke down." He said sarcastically.
Jenny narrowed her eyes and folded her arms again, glaring at him.
"And whose fault would that be?"
"Why is it my fault?" he said indignantly.
"Gee, I don't know Jethro, maybe it's because you abuse the emergency stop switch every single day." She said, using the same sarcastic tone he had given her.
She sighed, and dialed the mechanic to fix the malfunctioning elevator.
She let out an exasperated sigh when she found out that the problem was quite severe and would take several hours to fix.
She thankfully managed to get a hold of Cynthia and told her to inform SecNav that she couldn't make it to the meeting because of her current situation.
"Hey Jen," said Jethro, as they sat together on the floor.
"Mm?"
"They won't be able to fix it for at least a few hours." He said, his hand touching her thigh.
"Oh," she said, watching as his eyes darkened when he saw that hers had done the same. "And what do you suggest we do until then?"
He grinned wickedly and pushed her down onto the floor.
~NCIS~JIBBS~NCIS~JIBBS~
"Guys, guys, guys, guys, guys!" said Abby happily, running up to them.
"Yes Abby?" asked McGee.
"The Director and Gibbs are trapped in the elevator together."
Ziva narrowed her eyes at Abby.
"How do you know?"
Abby bit her lip.
"I might've pulled a few strings – literally – so that the elevator would stop when they got on." She said guiltily, but then smiled brightly. "It worked!"
"So what are they doing in there?" asked Tony.
"That's the thing, I forgot to install the camera before I put my plan into action, because I was too excited and I just forgot about it." She smiled. "So I figured we could discuss the possibilities."
She got three answers almost at once:
"Fighting." Said McGee.
"Talking." Said Ziva.
"Making babies." Said Tony, smirking.
Abby tilted her head, wearing the same smirk as Tony.
This was going to be fun.
~NCIS~JIBBS~NCIS~JIBBS~
Jenny panted as she landed on top of him.
"That was wonderful." She sighed.
"Yeah," he agreed, pushing hair away from her face.
"We should get stuck in here more often." She said, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
"Yeah," he agreed again.
Jenny tilted her head, kissed him, then grinned.
"I love you and that limited vocabulary you have."
"I love you too."
So, I added a little Abby being naughty over there ;) Hope you enjoyed it, tell me what you think!
Next chapter - Gibbs's desk (This is gonna be so much fun to write, I swear)
Oooh. and the little foreplay in the front was for drawingqueen, who wanted a bit more action before they actually did it.
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- Natalia.