She was sexually frustrated.
He was too.
The reason for it was because they were both loaded with work – and by the time they got home, they were always too tired to satisfy their sexual needs. They were both so busy they didn't even have time for a quickie in the shower.
And this had been going on for two weeks.
Fourteen days without hot, steamy sex.
It was killing them.
And it didn't help that every time they saw each other at work they could only think about their hot, sweaty bodies writhing against each other, their hips moving in sync, her loud, erotic moans mixed with his own equally loud and erotic groans. – and the way she threw her head back, screaming as she came –
Stop it, he told himself.
He had been watching her on the catwalk from his desk for the past five minutes, and though she hadn't given any indication that she knew he was watching, he knew that she knew he was watching.
She always knew.
She had been staring down at her clipboard for the past five minutes, occasionally biting the tip of the pen, marking something on the clipboard, or biting her lip, just like she was doing right now.
His eyebrow raised as he imagined him over her, their hips rolling against each other and their faces contorted in pleasure. Her back arched gracefully as he changes the angle of her lips, and she bit her lip to keep herself from crying out, just like she was doing now –
Leroy Jethro Gibbs, he reprimanded himself, stop it.
His phone thankfully interrupted his train of thought.
It was a new case.
He sighed. Only an hour before they had the weekend to themselves, and now they had a case.
"Gear up! Dead body in Quantico."
He ignored the team's groans as they got into the elevator.
~ NCIS ~ JIBBS ~ NCIS ~ JIBBS ~
"Duck! What's the verdict on this one?" he asked as he entered autopsy an hour after he got the call for a new case/
He was surprised to find no sign of the veteran doctor in his sanctuary, nor any sign of his awkward assistant. Instead, he found his beautiful redheaded lover at the corner of the room, a meter away from the drinking cabinet.
"Jethro." She said, smirking. "I was waiting for you. Dr Mallard has told me to inform you that Abby called him to assist her in something. They're expecting you there."
He let his eyes travel up and down her body, taking in her appearance. She was wearing a black pencil skirt and a dark red button-up blouse tucked into the skirt. Over the blouse was a sharp black blazer. Her feet was covered in her usual red stilettos, and her hair was in a tight bun.
She raised an eyebrow as he blatantly stared at her, smirking slightly.
"My eyes are up here, Jethro." She said, amused when he started focusing on her chest.
His eyes flickered up to hers and he smirked, not at all embarrassed at being caught staring at her. She rolled her eyes.
He walked over to her and buried his face in her neck, kissing and sucking lightly while his arms wrapped around her waist. Her hands glided up his arms and racked his hair, her nails gently scraping his head. As she bit her lip and closed her eyes at the sensations he was causing.
His hands slowly slid down from her waist to rest on her ass, squeezing gently. He smirked as she gasped and pinched his arm. He stopped kissing her neck and looked at her, moving as close to her as he possibly could.
"If I start now, Jen, I won't be able to stop." He warned. He was so close to her; their lips brushed each other as he spoke.
"The last time I fucked you was over was over two weeks ago, Jethro." She said, a little breathless. "I won't stop you."
As soon as those words left her mouth, he practically devoured her lips. One hand travelled up her back to undo her bun, burying itself in her red waves.
Their hands were everywhere, all over each other's bodies as they kissed passionately. His fingers found the zipper on her skirt, unzipping it and letting it pool at his feet.
He quickly wrapped her legs around his waist, lifting her up and carrying her to the nearest flat surface – Ducky's drinking cabinet – all while not breaking lip contact.
He pushed her against the cabinet roughly, not remotely caring when it started rocking gently.
Her hands started fumbling around for his belt, momentarily breaking the kiss – and crashing her lips back down to his when she did. She quickly unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and pushed both his boxers and pants down to his knees.
There was no need for them to undo their top halves – they both wanted it fast. They were both desperate by now, after two weeks of abstinence.
He tore off her panties after a few moments, breaking their passionate, hungry kiss. He started delivering more tender, soft kisses, each one lasting longer than the one before.
She was just starting to get lost in the way he kissed her, enjoying the gentleness of it, when he suddenly slammed into her. Her eyes widened and she let out a loud gasp then a moan as he filled her, surprise suddenly turning into pleasure as she started rocking back and orth slowly.
But he wouldn't have slow, he wanted – needed – to have fast, rough sex. They didn't have the time to make love.
So he stilled her hips by gripping them tightly and started pounding into her, setting a frenzied pace as their hips thrust against each other, fucking each other hard and fast.
"Yes!" she shouted.
She cried out as he lifted her legs higher against him, changing the angle and causing instant pleasure.
The cabinet they were fucking against was beginning to sway alarmingly, and they were pretty sure some of the bottles in there had already broken and spilled its contents as they were banging against it, but neither cared at the moment.
He took her hard and fast against the cabinet, wanting to have some relief. She cried out with each thrust. bringing her closer and closer to her release.
Her muscles started contracting around his hard cock, sending into heaven with every plunge into her.
Soon, moments later, she came loudly, screaming his name - they were lucky that autopsy was the only room on this level, because they wouldn't be able to exp-lain why the Director was screaming her Agent's name in pleasure - and not in anger, as usual.
Her muscles milked him quickly, and he came inside her, sending his cum and making sure every last drop was inside her.
"That was awesome," she said breathlessly, as they lay against the cabinet.
He murmured in agreement, pushing her sweaty hair away from her neck and face, kissing her gently.
They were both to wrapped up in each other, neither of them noticed that Ducky's video chat was still on, until they heard an amused snicker and the clearing of a throat.
Jenny's head snapped up from Jethro's shoulder and looked at Jethro in surprise and shock. Jethro's face mirrored the expressions of hers.
They quickly searched for their clothing and hurried to look presentable, though it was sort of pointless, because as they stood in front of the computer, lipstick on his face, her shirt askew and their hair sticking up in a hot mess, they looked anything but presentable.
They looked like teenagers caught in the act.
Accept they weren't teenagers, and they were caught after the act.
Ducky shook his head, slightly amused.
"You are extremely lucky that Abigail went out for her usual Caf-Pow!, because she would be downright traumatised by what I heard - and thank God I couldn't see either of you." he reprimanded them. They had the grace to look ashamed of themselves. "Now, which part of my office do I have to throw out?"
Jenny and Gibbs looked at each other in horror - Ducky's beloved drinking cabinet had been completely ruined by what they had been doing.
Ducky noticved the looks of horror exchanged, and as realisation dawned on him, his own expression changed to one of horror as well.
"Not my cabinet!" he exclaimed. He narrowed his eyes when neither of them answered - but the expressions of guilt on their faces were clear.
The cabinet would have to go.
He sighed.
"It's sad that the only evidence I have of your relationship is completely traumatising. Otherwise, I would've won nearly five-hundred dollars by now."
Teehee, I love Ducky!
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