Song goes to Lady Antebellum, characters belong to NCIS.
Words spoken, my heart open,
No I never had butterflies like that,
We danced in the moon glow,
Your hands moved slow,
You kissed me on the lips,
Swore I wouldn't look back.
The music floated lazily in the air. Jenny stood up, swaying her hips as she made her way over to the balcony. The view was splendid; moonlight danced off the Seine River and the crowded streets bustled with nightlife. Far above the sprawling city, the two lovers watched silently, an air of love surrounding them with its warmth. Music spiraled upwards from the band that was playing down below, and Gibbs asked, smiling, "Wanna dance?" She obliged, a grin appearing at his self-satisfied, trademark smirk, that never faltered to make her go weak at the knees. They did the first few steps of the waltz, Gibbs's arms lightly encircling her waist and holding her hand, when he leaned forward and started to lightly place kisses along her jaw line. Jenny's heart leaped, and she playfully swatted away his head.
"Save that for later," She whispered teasingly. He simply laughed, a twinkle in his eye, and Jenny promised herself, even if it was for just those few seconds, that she would forget the past and just enjoy the moment with him, with the man she loved.
It was just like we were flying, in another time,
I felt the world was ours for the taking,
When I fell into your eyes,
Never a doubt that we would make it if we tried,
You promised you'd never break my heart,
Never leave me in the dark,
Said your love would be for all time,
But that was back when you were mine.
When you were...
She remembered the very first time she saw him, as vividly as if it were yesterday. The first time that she looked into those icy blue eyes, she had no idea what she was getting herself into back then. She didn't know that she was going to experience the rare scorching love that only happens once in a century- but the hotter the love, the colder and more bitter the ending.
Here, with me, I thought we'd be,
Stronger than the past,
Better than the ones before,
How did I fool myself in thinking,
We had it all...
He thought they had it all. That everything was perfect. He thought she was finally the one who would be able to heal his deep wounds, and help him realize he could love again. Yet all she did was make them deeper.
Now that he looks back on it, he should've realized she was going to leave in the end. Not because she wasn't loyal, sometimes she was loyal to a fault. Her loyalty to her father is what destroyed them; the secrets she had to keep were because of him. Bitter thoughts ran through his mind, each one tainting the memories that remained of the happier times, of her. Bitter thoughts; they were his only defense against the torrent of her overpowering memories that haunted and lingered in his mind.
I felt the world was ours for the taking,
When I fell into your eyes,
Never a doubt that we would make it if we tried,
You promised you'd never break my heart,
Never leave me in the dark,
Said your love would be for all time,
But that was back when you were mine.
When you were...
What if this was it baby?
What if this was our time?
Maybe we're all past saving,
I'm gonna give you one try,
You better think twice,
Before you leave her behind.
He had to choose. Shannon and Kelly… or Jenny. Their ghosts… or her love. She wasn't making him choose, she wouldn't ask that, but he still had to – for his own sake. Choose… between his first family and their eternal love, who will never come back, or the woman who left him with a broken heart, but did come back, and still had his heart. He had to leave one of them behind, make one of them his past. He just didn't know which one.
And what if the world was ours for the taking?
When I fell into your eyes,
Never a doubt that we would make it if we tried,
You promised you'd never break my heart,
Never leave me in the dark,
Said your love would be for all time,
But that was back when you were mine.
When we were in love,
Do you remember the time,
When you were mine?
He remembered; he remembered the period of time when he could hold her in his arms, lean down and kiss her unabashedly. Now, they were both wary of each other, holding each other at arm's length. Now, they were simply professional. He held back because he didn't want to feel that pain again; she held back because she knew that she didn't want to hurt him again, and she couldn't trust herself not to. But they both remembered the time when they belonged to each other, and only each other. The time when they wore smiles day in and day out, and would lay their lives down for the other without a second thought. Wait. He backtracked in his way of thinking. He would still lay down his life for her; he knew she would just do the same for him. Despite what had happened between them, the same fierce bond of protectiveness held them together; and yet ironically, it held them apart.
(That was back when you were mine)
What if this was it baby?
What if this was our time?
(Back when we were in love)
Back when you were mine
(That was back when you were mine)
Back when we were in love,
In love...
Paris. Serbia. Positano. Marseilles. On every single op, every single country, every single city, they had been in love. The wild, reckless love that leaves you breathless, and wanting more. The love that burns like a flare; bright and hot for the longest of seconds, then dies and goes dark. But there was still hope, deep down hidden behind the professionalism. Despite what each other thought, underneath all the pretenses, they still loved each other. They didn't say it in words, but they said it with their actions, because words could not define the feelings between them. They never had or would be able to.
You said you'd be there,
You'd said it'd last forever,
I guess you never really meant it baby
Did you baby?