Moments
- Part 2 -
A/N:This idea came to me after watching Bikini Wax, again! Gibbs never answered the question that Kate asked him about whether he had even been given flowers. Follows on from the last chapter, in the way that they have had their first kiss but nothing has been said about it.
"Haven't you ever been give flowers?"
"I don't like gifts which require attention."
Gibbs resisted the smile that threatened to light up his face as he remembered one of the few moments in his life that he had been pleased to see flowers. He wasn't lying when he said he didn't like gifts that require attention, which is why the moment had been so special.
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"What you doing here Jen." He sounded irritated and she shrugged off the hurt and pulled the bunch of flowers from behind her back and held them out to him. He tried to glare at her for disrupting his solitude but his face softened when he saw the wide grin that was currently gracing Jen's delicate features. He reached out a hesitant hand and took the flowers.
"They're plastic!" He laughed a genuine warm laugh.
"Well," She began, then lowered her voice to mimic his, "I don't like gifts which require attention." She looked up at him and smiled as he laughed yet again and stood aside to let her in. He closed the door behind her and she stood in the hallway of his house, looking a little uncomfortable.
"Make yourself at home Jen." He said and he retreated into the basement. She suppressed the urge to explore every nook and cranny of her boss's house and followed him down stairs. She stifled a gasp at the large shell of a boat that was lying upside down on the floor of his basement and looked at him, eyebrows raised in question.
"I like boats." He said simply, and handed her a mug. She peered into it and shook her head in amusement.
"You are classy Gibbs." She grinned at him and gestured to the mug filled with bourbon.
"What?" He asked, sounding affronted. "It's all I have down here, unless you want to drink out of the bottle?" She shook her head again in mock distain.
"The mug is fine, thank you." She scanned the basement as he continued to sand the boat. Every inch of the room was Gibbs personified, simple, masculine and slightly disordered. She smiled gently as she took a sip from the mug and started slightly as she found Gibbs staring at her.
"What?" She asked. He remained silent and placed his hand tool on the sideboard. He continued to stare into her eyes as he slowly walked towards her. She swallowed nervously. "Great basement Gibbs, I love the boat...Don't know how you are going to get it out of here, but I..." Her rambling was cut off as Gibbs placed a finger on her lips.
"Shhh," He said and she nodded dumbly. He replaced his finger with his mouth, his lips gently covering hers. He ran his tongue over hers and she her knees nearly gave way. She was held up by Gibbs arms that had snaked around her waist. He pulled her tightly to him as she recovered herself and gently nibbled on his lower lip. She left his mouth and lightly kissed along his jaw line, his slight stubble scratching her lips. He lowered his mouth to her neck and she sighed as he found her weakness. Her breath hitched and he pulled her hips towards his. He pulled away and looked down at her.
"Thank you." He whispered, his lips inches from hers.
"For what?" She managed to ask, every nerve in her body screaming for more.
"The flowers." He answered and kissed the corner of her mouth, her knees nearly buckled yet again.
"You're welcome."
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When Gibbs got home that night, he riffled through the drawers in his sideboard till he found what he was looking for. He pulled out the dusty plastic flowers and smiled down at them. He brushed the dust off and replaced them back in the drawer. He didn't need them to remember Jen; she was always in his mind.