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Title: Suits And Screams
Author: Ky (Venom_69)
Fandom: NCIS
Category: SMUT!
Pairing: Jethro/Jen
Rating:
Adult
Summary: Marines are good like that.
Archive: My site. Anywhere else, sure, just let me know where so I can come
visit.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, never will. Promise to put them back in the state I found them. Song’s not
mine either. That would be Def Leppard – “Love Bites”
Author’s notes: I think that this fic is
further proof that if you emotionally blackmail me enough you really can get my to write anything. Happy Easter, Honey.
Sorry it’s so late.
Date: 24/04/06
Copyright © to Venom, 2006
***
I don’t wanna touch you
too much, baby
Cause making love to you might drive me crazy
***
In the end, he can't help but think that
it is strangely appropriate that he fucks her against the unvarnished shell of his boat.
There is a small voice in
the back of his mind, reminding him that the wood is marking her unblemished skin as he thrusts into and against her. Angry
red lines are indenting themselves into the white of her back, but he really can't bring himself to care. Her legs are firmly
locked around him, supported by him only.
Trusting him.
There was very little finesse between them. It took
him all of a heartbeat to get hard and she was wet and ready just as quickly. Her panties went down, her skirt went up, his
penis was pulled through the fly of his pants and then he was inside of her and quite possibly the happiest man alive in the
space of about a minute.
Yeah, marines are good like that.
After over a month of working with her again, Gibbs
knew that they would end up here eventually - well, not here specifically - and he almost wishes that he'd had the
strength to say no. Because he was never really sure he could survive what they do to each other again.
Just like
last time, he had wanted her, but not initiated it out of some kind of desperate attempt to retain his sanity, and any trace
of that he had is now long gone.
She had come to his basement under the guise of work. She'd even had a case file in
her hand and a question on her lips as she'd descended the stairs. Her heels made a rhythmic clicking sound and her black
skirt rode up just a little with ever step. Gibbs had watched in silent appreciation.
Director Jenny Shepard.
Surrounded
by an aura of the perfect businesswoman.
She radiates authority and her mere presence demands respect and admiration.
He really can't take her seriously in suits; he's seen her naked and made her scream.
The skirt stopped riding
up - damnit - when she reached the bottom of the stairs, but she still had to walk around the boat. Gibbs had continued to
watch, silently, as she'd made her entrance.
He sees the Director before him, but mostly he remembers the agent that
she was. And the lover.
Every time he looks at her, he can't help but remember how she had looked in that hotel bed,
soft sheets under her naked skin, the glow of the Eiffel Tower across her breastbone.
Their coupling had been emotional
and deep.
The 6 years that have lapsed between then and now have been kind to her, more so than him. Gibbs isn't usually
one to be plagued with self-doubt, he seldom has time for insecurities, but he wonders if she makes the comparison as he does.
Time has been so aesthetically good to her. A few additional laugh lines, perhaps a little more weight that she wears
well, but mostly she’s still as radiant as she was the last time that they were together.
Before today, he has
watched her and wondered just how much of a change that six years had brought about to her personality and her tastes. Have
the lovers since him changed her in a way that he would no longer like? Have her desires changed? Can he still make her squeal?
She
still has the ability to make his toes curl and his legs shudder. She still has the ability to make the ball in the pit of
his belly clench in pleasure and anticipation. She still has the ability to make him feel just a bit more than he is comfortable
with.
He only hates her a little for that.
Jen makes a strange – but good – kind of sound and
Gibbs thrusts into her a bit harder. Her internal muscles are fluttering around him, dancing in preparation of the orgasm
that will soon follow. His pace speeds up, hips moving while his arms stay locked firmly under her legs to keep her from falling.
He’s
not surprised in the slightest that it doesn’t take either of them long.
Her teeth sink into his shoulder to
stifles whatever sounds she makes. He thinks it a pity that she wont let him hear her, but a brief second later his brain
stops working and his intestines make their way out through his urethra and into her body as he comes in a wave of sheer pleasure.
Gibbs
doesn't know how long they stand there, joined, but eventually his body demands that he roll over and die now and he has to
let her down.
They don't really look at each other as his now flaccid cock slips out of her.
Silence and the
smell of sex surrounds them as they re-dress.
Gibbs wants to say something - preferably something profound and eloquent
- but the only thing he can really think is that he never got her top of and he needs to rectify that at the earliest possible
time.
If she doesn’t castrate him before he has the chance, that is.
Jen saves him a few brain cells
- which he really couldn't spare now anyway - by speaking first. "You going to bring me dinner tonight?"
He says the
only thing that he can think of. "Of course."
***
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