AUTHOR'S NOTE - This idea came to me while I was lying on a beach back in sunny June, but it took me this long to finally force it out. :)

DISCLAIMERS - If I did, I probably wouldn't be posting here, now would I?

ENJOY!

FAIR WINDS AND FOLLOWING SEAS

The sun was at its highest point when Leroy Jethro Gibbs finally emerged from the clear blue water, looking around to see if any other boat approached the secluded little lagoon where he anchored the boat several hours ago.

Pleased to see they were still blissfully alone, his eyes settled on a female body lying on the light blue beach towel, spread on the white sand. He smiled as he took in her bare back and tanned skin, hidden only under her purple bikini bottoms.

He dove back under water and swam to the shore, getting out as quietly as possible, a wicked smile on his face.

"Don't you dare, Jethro," – sleepy voice of Jenny Shepard stopped him dead in his tracks.

Gibbs frowned, but only for a second, before he put his plan back in motion. He knelt on the towel, his knees on either side of Jenny's, and then just dropped down on his elbows, successfully covering his lover from head to heel.

"Jesus Christ!" – Jenny exclaimed when his cold skin came in contact with her hot one. "You're cold," – she murmured a moment later, fidgeting under him as if she wanted to throw him of.

He wouldn't budge.

"You're hot," – he said matter-of-factly, lips slowly grazing her shoulder. "And salty," – he smacked his lips appreciatively before running his tongue from the base of her neck to the small of her back.

Moving back on his knees, he crooked his left index finger in her bikini bottoms and pulled them down.

"Jethro!" – Jenny hissed, moving her hand behind her back to stop him.

"Relax," – Gibbs replied smacking her hand away. "We're still alone."

He kissed along the tan line and then moved lower still, kissing the milky white flash that was never exposed to the sun, until Jenny started squirming under his ministrations. He bit gently on the skin under his lips before moving the purple material back in its place and kissing his way back up.

As his hand smoothed along the naked skin of her back, Gibbs briefly wondered why Jenny never went to the beach topless. It took him all of three seconds to dismiss the idea for good, thinking of all the other men feasting their eyes on his Jenny.

Jenny's breasts were only his to admire, he concluded as his right hand sneaked under her body and squeezed one of them. Her moan of approval was all the encouragement he needed to turn her over and seal their lips together.

"I'm really glad you decided to take the boat out," – Jenny whispered in his ear before her teeth bit gently on the sensitive skin right behind it.

And as her legs wrapped around his waist, her hand dangerously close to his groin, Gibbs couldn't have agreed more.

- THE END -