AUTHOR'S NOTE - Well, let's call it a belated birthday offering to myself, shall we? A bit of smut. :)
DISCLAIMER - Nope. Nada.
ENJOY!
A MINUTE MAN
„Jethro, we don't have time," – Jenny moaned, her fingers gripping Gibbs's shoulders as his deftly undid the belt around her dress.
His lips skimmed up her neck, making her moan loudly, and he silenced her briefly with a hard kiss. Jenny let herself be carried away by the soft, yet determined touches, which lit every part of her skin on fire, until a calloused set of fingers gripped particularly hard on the back of her thighs, lifting her off the ground.
Jenny pushed against the shoulders she had previously been fervently clutching, efficiently ending the kiss and taking a deep breath. She was met with a pair of annoyed – but amused – eyes, the blue clouded with desire.
"People will be here in less than ten minutes," – she said, getting only a quirked eyebrow in lieu of a response. "We don't have enough time and I highly doubt you want us caught in flagrante delicto by your team."
As she said the words, Jenny could see the mischievous twinkle appear in Gibbs's eyes and she bit her lower lip. She knew exactly what that meant.
Challenge accepted.
It took no more than ten seconds for the telltale thump of belted trousers falling to the ground, soon being joined by a pair of lacy black thongs and an accidentally discarded green stiletto.
She should have known better, really. She should have known Gibbs' would know exactly where to touch, where to grip, to kiss, suck or lick to set her whole body on fire and bring her that much closer to the edge. And when challenged so blatantly, he would use that knowledge shamelessly – he would squeeze the back of her thigh just right with one hand, while the other tangled in her hair and pulled; he would alternate between rough bites, soft licks and soothing kisses, trailing up and down her neck, paying special attention to that spot behind her left ear; he would whisper in her ear all the things she never thought would leave the mouth of Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
And if that were not enough, just when Jenny though she could handle no more, when she thought her body would spontaneously self-combust from all the pleasure she was feeling, Gibbs would move his lips lower, to her nipples, biting just shy of too hard, while the fingers of one of his hands rubbed her clit gently.
And that was that. She was gone and he was more than happy to follow right behind her.
"Didn't know you were a minute man, Jethro," – Jenny teased few minutes later, after she was finally able to get her breathing under control, her head still resting on his shoulder.
"A minute man that got you off," – he contradicted, lifting her head up and kissing her one last time.
Well, she really couldn't argue with that.
- THE END -