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She smirked as she walked down the corridor to the NCIS Shower Room. She was on her way to give Jethro his reward for playing nice with the media about a very publicized case. The SECNAV was incredibly pleased with Jethro's admittedly unusual behavior, and if her boss was pleased, so was she.

Jethro was currently taking a shower after being exposed to some kind of chemical that could make him develop a form of sickness that could take his life. He had very obediently gone down to Ducky for examination and had taken his advice, too – which made Jenny think that he was really up to something, then realizing that what he wanted was the same every single time – sex.

She went into the front part of the shower room where all the lockers were and retrieved her towel, taking off her heels and replacing them with a pair of slippers she had kept in the locker instead. She double checked that no one was coming through the doors before stripping , as it was a unisex shower room and she didn't want to risk getting caught by anyone.

She wrapped the towel around her, making sure to secure it. She grabbed the clothes that she had just taken off and walked into the actual shower room. She could hear only one shower turned on, so she made sure that the rest of the stalls were vacant before she quietly turned the lock.

She slowly approached the stall that Jethro was using and cautiously opened the shower curtain, making sure that was indeed Jethro before entering.

She smirked when she saw a familiar naked body.

She was quite surprised that he hadn't noticed her yet – her perfume usually reached his nose even when she was a mile away.

She pushed the shower curtain loudly, making her presence known. She smirked when she saw his shocked expression as he turned around to face her. She placed her clothes on a little rack at the side and casually dropped her towel.

"Jen?"

"Jethro?"

"What are you doing?" he asked, as she approached him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Giving you the reward I promised." She said, pressing small open-mouthed kisses onto his neck and across his shoulder blades.

"Now?" he asked incredulously.

"Would you rather have it later?" she asked, pulling back a little and stopping her kisses.

Jethro shook his head, swallowing a little when he racked his eyes over her heavenly body. His arms started trailing up and down her sides.

She leaned in and kissed him passionately, her hand gripping his hair and the other wrapped around his neck.

She pulled away and stopped his arms from moving up and down her sides, taking them gently and leading them to her breasts. His hands started massaging her breasts, squeezing and kneading them slowly.

She could feel his member on her stomach and she knew that he was extremely hard already.

She let out a soft whimper when his fingers decided to roll both nipples, tweaking and pulling them playfully. Her eyes closed, her head hung back and her mouth was open – she was in ecstasy.

"Mmm." She mewled. "Don't stop, Jethro!"

He eventually brought his head down and sucked at her nipple, his fingers still playing with the other one, pulling at it and rolling it between his fingers. She moaned, gripping his head tightly and pushing it down, trying to force more of her breast into his mouth.

As he switched sides, his free hand travelled down her torso, moving quietly to her inner thigh, stroking in circles. His hand started moving higher and higher as he paid attention to her neck and shoulders.\By now, they were both soaked but they had completely disregarded the shower nozzle just a few inches above their heads that was still spewing out water.

Finally, his fingers reached her wet center – and he knew that it wasn't just from the shower alone. Annoyingly – for her, of course – his fingers simply laid on her folds lightly, with no amount of pressure exerted that could cause her any type of satisfaction.

"Jethro…" she moaned, slightly breathless. "Please."

He gave her a kiss on the corner of her lips, and, agonizingly slowly, started to rub her lightly, with the least amount of pressure you could exert when touching.

She grasped his shoulder and started moving and grinding her hips into his hand, whimpering when his other hand grasped her hip tightly, disabling her from doing any type of movement with her hips.

"Please." She said again, slightly more desperate this time. She was begging for more. "Just a little more, Jethro."

His lips brushed the side of her head as he continued his assault on her center. Just a few moments later, his self-control snapped and he slammed two fingers inside her, muffling her scream by kissing her passionately.

He slammed her into the wall, his fingers still inside her. Her nails scratched his back s his fingers moved slowly inside her. They weren't hitting hard or deep enough for her to be satisfied – and he knew it.

Still, he took pleasure in teasing her and drawing it out a bit. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, trying to grind her hips into his hand and realizing that he was pressing her against the wall too hard for her hips to do any sort of movement.

She reached a hand up and pushed her wet hair out of her face, attacking Jethro's lips with her own.

"Jethro…" she moaned. "I need you to fuck me harder than that."

He pushed another finger all the way and started pounding his fingers into her, making her scream loudly.

Then, just as she was on the edge, he stopped moving, pulling his fingers out of her.

"No – please, Jethro…" she mewled softly.

She looked up at him with pleading eyes while he brought his fingers to his mouth and proceeded to suck her juices off while looking directly into her eyes.

She didn't know it was possible, but now she was more aroused and desperate than ever for release and she took his face in her hands, kissing him almost aggressively. His hands moved to grab her legs and wrapped them around his waist.

One of his hands was braced on the wall behind her, beside her head. The other held her against the wall as he kissed her passionately. They broke off a few moments later, and he positioned his tip at her center, rubbing it against her pussy and making her whimper.

"I need to feel you inside me." She panted, grinding her hips against him.

He slowly pushed inside her, and they both moaned at how good it felt. He started pounding inside her suddenly, and she screamed again. He fucked her hard, slamming himself into her faster and faster.

His pace slowed down after a while, and she moaned, shaking her head.

"More – don't – I need – Jethro, please." She whimpered breathlessly. She was desperate to come.

"Shh, I know, Jen." He said gently, brushing some hair out of her face and kissing her tenderly.

His thrusts slowed to a stop, and he was slowly pulling out of her. She whimpered again, resting her head against the wall behind her.

"I love you, Jen." He whispered, kissing her gently.

He was almost completely out of her when he suddenly slammed back into her again, gritting his teeth and making her cry out in pure, animalistic pleasure.

He started slamming into her in a frenzied pace, hardly able to control himself. She met his hips each time, moaning his name and letting herself be ravished by him.

They let out a string of moans absent-mindedly, calling out each others' names, desperate for the release they should've gotten minutes ago.

She felt her release coming soon – it was getting more intense – and she just wanted it to come so she could welcome it with open arms –

"Jethro!" she screamed as she came, and felt him come as well, burying his load inside her as he groaned her name.

He held her there for a minute, sweating profusely, and still getting wet from the shower that wasn't turned off yet. Jethro made sure she could stand before letting her down, slipping out of her as he did. She winced as his warmth left her, and then hugged him, wrapping her arms around his middle.

She rested her head on his chest and he pressed a kiss to her hair.

"Maybe we should get a proper shower now." Joked Jethro.

"Maybe we should." Agreed Jenny, laughing.

He smiled as he watched her laugh – he loved to see her smile. He knew it was corny, but the thought that he made her as happy as she made him was extremely comforting, and he loved it – and her.

~ NCIS ~ JIBBS ~ NCIS ~ JIBBS ~

They spent the next fifteen minutes in the shower, doing actual, proper showering. He had helped her wash her hair and she had helped him scrub his back, thoroughly washing each other.

As they went into the locker room, he saw her take out a hairdryer from the locker and stared at her.

"What?" she said. "It's just for my hair – and it's a necessary tool." He walked up to her, took the hairdryer form her hand and put it back into the locker, locking it.

"You're beautiful already – you don't need that." He said, pushing her hair back.

"My hair is a wet, wavy mess, Jethro." She said, unlocking the locker and glaring at him when his hand blocked the way. "I need that hairdryer, Jethro."

In her opinion, her hair was just a pile of wavy red mess when it gets wet, because it curls up and becomes extremely wavy and hard to handle.

"Jenny, trust me – just comb your hair, you look beautiful." He persuaded her, giving her a kiss and his best puppy dog eyes.

She rolled her eyes and grudgingly took her comb and started to smooth up the tangles in her hair. He watched her intently, and she caught his eye, smiling up at him. He smiled back, completely fixated on the way she ran her comb through her hair – he didn't know why, but it was completely addicting to watch her comb her hair.

It had actually started in Paris, when she had come out of the shower and sat on the dressing table in their hotel, reaching for the comb and starting to comb her hair – very much like what she was doing now. He had been on the bed, his gaze fixed on her, watching the level of concentration she had in making sure there were no tangles in her hair.

"Jethro? Hello? EARTH TO LEROY JETHRO GIBBS!" Jenny practically shouted in his face.

He was shoved unceremoniously back into reality, and she looked at him, slightly worried for his health. He wouldn't normally zone out like he just had.

"Are you okay?" she asked him. He smiled at her, then nodded.

They left the shower room together, and got onto the elevator. They stopped at the same floor – the squadroom.

"Director." Said Ziva, looking at Jenny's hair strangely, like she had never seen hair before.

"You look…" started Tony, trying to find a word.

"Different." Finished McGee for him.

She tilted her head and nodded at them.

"I'll take that as a compliment." She said, walking off in the direction of her office. "Now get back to work!"

The team stared after the Director, and then at Gibbs, then they all looked at each other, having realised the same thing at the same time – both Gibbs' and the Director's hair was wet, and the Director had been gone for almost half an hour, which was how long Gibbs took to get a shower –

They stared at their boss as realization dawned on them, and Gibbs glared at them.

"You heard the Director. Get back to work!"

Hey guys, this was late, I know, but it's three a.m here and I need to sleep cause I haven't been sleeping well lately. So anyway, because it's three a.m., my eyes are super super tired, so please forgive all my grammar spelling mistakes made in this chapter.

Anyway, I've decided that there's gonna be three or four more chapters before I decide to close the story.

Oh, and thanks for all the reviews for last chapter!

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- Natalia