Author's Note: Welcome to the newest chapter of On The Job! Okay, so a number of you suggested this location, and I was like, okie dokie, so here you are! Hope you like it ;)
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NCIS.
ENJOY!
It was late. The building was empty, save for the night guards and night janitors and two other people – Director Jenny Shepard and Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
The Director was working late tonight. And Gibbs – well, he was here because she was working late, and he just wanted an excuse to drive her home.
So he waited.
And it wasn't two a.m. did she come out of her office, exhausted and stressed. She saw Gibbs's lamp light on and smiled slightly – she didn't think that he would actually wait for her till this late.
She walked up to his desk and he smiled as she approached him, standing up to greet her. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead as she welcomed his arms around her, feeling instantly better with him around.
He pressed a soft kiss to her hair, causing her to sigh contentedly. He pressed another kiss to her hair, then another, and another, and then started trailing kisses down the side of her face. Once he reached her neck, he gathered all her hair and pushed it carefully over one shoulder and gently tilted her head so he could kiss her neck. She closed her eyes as he kissed, licked and suckled on the sweet skin of her neck.
He continued kissing her neck, suckling on the soft skin, determined to leave a mark. His teeth grazed a sensitive spot and she moaned, her hand reaching up to grip his bicep. He continued the sweet assault on her neck until he was positive that she was completely relaxed for him.
"Jenny," he whispered in her ear, biting her earlobe.
She moaned.
"Mmmmm, Jethro…"
"I love you," he said softly, before continuing down his path and kissing her collarbone.
Jenny smiled against his cheek and kissed the side of his face. Jethro put his hand on her hips and stopped kissing her collar, resting his forehead on hers. His hands moved up to the buttons of the blouse she was wearing and he slowly undid the top button. He pushed the blouse so that it was revealing some of her skin and he kissed it slowly, licking her skin and enjoying the taste of her.
As he did, his hands started unbuttoning the rest of her blouse. When he finally, undid the last button, she was already so weak in the knees and was supporting herself by clutching his torso and bunching the material of his shirt in her hands. He left the blouse on her, admiring the slight flush of her skin. He then grabbed the sleeve on her right shoulder and pushed it down so it revealed only her bare shoulder. He nipped it and she moaned. The things he was doing to her – it drove her crazy.
He grabbed the other side and roughly pushed it down, so both sides went to her elbow.
"Jethro, we shouldn't." she panted, putting a hand on his chest and stopping him. "Not here."
"I can't stop, Jen." He murmured, kissing her covered chest and putting her arms back around his shoulders. "Need you now."
She decided to throw caution to the wind and give in to the pleasure he was giving her.
He kissed to the center of her chest, where her bra was hugging her breasts together. He dipped his tongue into the valley between her breasts and started licking slowly, seductively.
Her hand came up to his head and clutched his hair.
He pushed the blouse fully down and dropped it to the floor, admiring her in just her black lacy bra and jeans. He went back to his previous task, kissing her chest area until it was as flushed as the rest of her body.
Her hands started moving up and down his body in an urgent manner. Her fingers found the buttons of his dress shirt and started undoing them as quickly as possible.
Once she finally got the piece of clothing out of the way, she made to start kissing him to return the favour, but he gently pushed her away, pressing a light kiss to her hand before moving his to her back, finding her bra strap. Once he undid it, he slowly removed her lingerie, moving her arms through the straps one by one.
He admired her full, round breasts, kissing and nipping her hardened nipples slowly, making her moan loudly and her knuckles tightened her hold on his head.
He kissed down her stomach and knelt down in front of her, so he was eye level with her hips. His fingers skimmed up her thighs and to the button of her jeans, just resting them on it. He pushed her towards his desk as his lips grazed her skin lightly, and she groaned, thrusting her hips towards his mouth gently and pulling his hair. He smiled and undid the button of her jeans, pulling them down roughly. He kissed up her thigh and was almost to her panties when he noticed how wet she was.
Her panties were soaked through and the smell was so arousing to him that his felt his pants tighten even more – and five seconds ago he didn't think he could be any tighter.
His teeth were just about to pull down one side of her panties when he changed his mind and decided to tease her a little more.
She whimpered as his lips moved away from her hips, but moaned when she felt him going to her covered center. His nose was touching her wet panties and he breathed in the smell deeply, sighing as he breathed out. When she felt the air on her covered pussy, one of her hands shot out to steady herself and gripped the edge of the table, while the other tugged at his hair. She bit her lip to keep from moaning but failed, letting out a strangled noise.
His tongue snaked past his lips and prodded at her center, tasting her juice. She threw her head back and moaned loudly, knuckles whitening as she clutched the desk tightly,
"Oh God, Jethro!" she screamed.
He opened his mouth wide and took her pussy in it, biting it roughly. Her panties dripped her juices into his mouth, and he couldn't think at properly, all he could think about was her.
She started screaming his name and moaning loudly, throwing her head back and clutching his hair tightly. She forgot about where they were, and the possibility that they could get caught by someone else. She could only think about the man in between her legs and what he was making her feel.
He started sucking on her wet nub, trying to get all of her juices. Then, not being able to control himself, he roughly tore the panties away and attacked her wet pussy.
He started licking and sucking on her pussy, making her wetter and more aroused. She kept on thrusting her hips into his mouth, so he grabbed onto her hips and steadied them. He continued to eat her out, wanting for her to reach her high.
"Jethro," she purred. "Jethro, I need your tongue – I need it inside me. Now!"
His tongue shot out and proceeded to lick her entrance, teasing her even more. But when she thrust her hips forward harder than before, his tongue slipped inside her, and she moaned, rocking her hips back and forth. He thrust his tongue in and out at the same pace as her hips.
He could feel her muscles around his tongue and knew she was close, so he started thrusting faster and harder into her, making her whimper.
"Oh, yes, right there! Yes, Jethro, oh God!"
She screamed as he moved his head and thrust his tongue at a different angle, and it felt so good that her legs started shaking after three seconds. She started cumming, screaming his name. He continued thrusting as her muscles clenched around his tongue, pulling it into her even more.
He sucked on her pussy while thrusting into her, trying to get all her juices. He licked her pussy clean and stood up.
He licked his lips, and she could feel herself starting to get wet again. He saw her eyes darken and smirked, knowing that she was getting wet again. He loved how he could do that to her in a matter of seconds.
He gripped her hips tightly, looking at her with such intense passion. Her hands moved up to his chest, kissing his shoulders and the base of his neck gently.
He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. He kissed her neck as she kissed his, enjoying her taste and what she was doing to him.
"Jenny," he moaned, as she paid special attention to the sensitive part of his neck.
She kissed up his neck and pauses as she reached his mouth, pressing a quick miss to her lips. One hand slipped up from her waist to tightly grip her hair, firmly and gently pulling her head back.
He leant his forehead against hers, smiling softly at her. She smiled back, then kissed him softly, pushing her hips into hers. As she did, she noticed the bulge in his pants.
"Jethro…?" she questioned, silently asking him if he wanted to continue what they were doing.
He nodded, smiling slightly. She tugged at his belt loops, unbuckling them quickly. Her fingers fumbled slightly at the button, but she quickly regained her control and managed to undo them.
She pushed both his jeans and boxers down at the same time, deciding to save time. He moved his hands between her legs, testing and probing.
"Jethro," she mewled, clawing at his shoulders. "Please."
He lifted her up and sat her down on the desk, taking both of her legs gently and wrapping them around her waist. He aligned herself at the entrance, his tip brushing her center.
He pushed into slowly, leaning his forehead onto hers and watching her face contort into an expression of pure pleasure. Her mouth hung open and she let out a breathy moan, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back.
He pressed his mouth to hers, kissing her gently. His hands travelled from her hips up her sweat covered body, tangling into her hair.
"Jethro," she said in between kisses, moaning. Her hands moved desperately up and down his body. "Please, move."
He started moving against her slowly, rolling his hips against hers.
"Faster," she purred, leaning her head on his shoulder.
He complied, gradually increasing the speed of his knees made a progressively loud banging noise on the table as he thrust into her harder and faster.
"Yes! Jethro, please don't stop!" she panted.
He continued thrusting into her , keeping the pace of his thrusts. He wanted to pleasure, push her over the edge.
"Don't stop!" she cried. "So close."
He mustered up what was left of his energy and thrust harder into her. She came a few thrusts later, screaming so loudly that he muffled her by kissing her passionately. Her muscles contractions sent him over the edge, and he came, planting his seed inside her.
They laid there on the desk, basking in the afterglow. She was curled into him, and he was holding her gently and stroking her hair. They were both covered in a thin layer of sweat.
He kissed the side of her head, and she kissed his chest gently.
"D'you want to go now?" he whispered in her ear.
She nodded sleepily, and he helped her up, sensing that she was dozing off.
They got dressed quickly – at least, they got their respective shirts and jeans on – and they went on their way.
~NCIS~JIBBS~NCIS~JIBBS~
The three of them gathered around their boss's desk, staring at the item there. They cringed in unison as they realised what it was.
"What the hell is that doing there?" asked Ziva, making a disgusted noise from the back of her throat.
No one answered, they only continued to stare at the extremely offending item there.
"Is there a problem?" asked Gibbs as he entered the bullpen.
The three of them looked at him, blinked, then looked back at the table.
As Tony moved uncomfortably, Gibbs caught sight of a scrap of red lace on the table, torn worn, and wore a musky scent.
No.
He looked again, hoping it was something –
Nope.
Yep, there was no denying it.
Oh, shit.
Teehee. Gibbs is gonna have trouble explaining that!
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- Natalia