Some Things Never Leave You
Author: VerityFrancesB
Category: Romance
Rating: R/P16
Contents: Gibbs and Jen rediscover "
A/N: Set some time in my own mind, but probably sometime after Corporal Punishment (which is the last episode of season 5 that I have seen). I love Gibbs and Jen, I think that Jen will always have feelings for Gibbs and I wanted Gibbs to feel the same way. From Gibbs's point of view. I wrote this in one morning so if it is bad, blame my boring job for my lack of imagination!
The sandpaper heats up in my hands from the friction as it runs over the hull. I can feel the tension of a particularly taxing case running away with each stroke. This was one of the only things that could calm me down, this, a decent bourbon and...her. The top of the basement stairs creak and I know with out looking up who it is, I can feel her, smell her, I have always been able to.
"You gonna come down Jen or stay up there all night?" I say, I can hear the gruffness in my voice even though I don't mean it. I hear a light chuckle.
"How do you always know it is me, Jethro?" She asks, her soft voice somehow wrapping me up in warmth.
"I just do." I reply. I always have a sixth sense when it comes to her. She descends the stairs and motions to the bourbon sitting on the work bench.
"Mind if I have some?" I never mind, she could take the last of it and I wouldn't care, I can deny her nothing.
"Help your self." I say and again the gruffness is there. At least it is Jen that hears it; she will know that it is not meant. She pours a generous amount into the spare mug and pulls herself on to the workbench.
"What are you doing here Jen?" I ask, willing her to say the answer that I long to hear.
"I came to see if you were alright." She replies, her legs swinging; not quite what I was looking for but getting there. I turn to her.
"Why wouldn't I be?" I say, hands on my hips and one eye brow slightly raised in question.
"I...don't know, I...Jethro" She shrugs her shoulder and sighs in defeat.
"The Director is lost for words?" I say, faint amusement in my voice, "That is something you don't see every day. Come on Jen, you can tell me, what's on your mind?" I place my hands on her shoulders and try to kneed the tension away, "You work too hard, you know?" I say and am rewarded with a highly un-lady like snort.
"I'm your boss Jethro; of course I work too hard. But as I said, I just wanted to make sure you were ok, you seemed tired today and yet I find you working on the boat. You should be taking it easy, you and your team have had a long week." She desperately tries to change the subject. I let her for the moment.
"I am fine Jen, just tired." I say, wishing that she could read my mind, I long to hold her, to feel her in my arms again; it has been far too long. She seems to sense something because she takes a step towards me.
"Are you sure, Jethro?" She breathes. She takes another step towards me, but then stops, unsure of what to do next. I close the gap between us, and envelope her in a hug. Her arms snake their way around me and her hands lie flat on my back. I lift a hand to stroke her hair and she turns her face towards me.
"I just needed to know." She says.
"Needed to know what Jen?" I ask. Her eyes leave mine.
"Needed to know if...your touch still makes me feel this way." She pulls away from me. My arms ache to hold her again. I raise an eyebrow quizzically at her, she faintly smiles and presses my hand to her chest, I feel her heart pounding under my palm. I lift my free hand to her face and gently trace her jaw line. I brush her lips with my thumb and she nuzzles her cheek into my palm.
"Jen," I whisper, "let me kiss you." Her head snaps up and she looks at me with surprise. I don't wait for an answer as I press my lips gently to hers and my hands cup her face. I run my tongue over her lips, silently asking permission, which she grants a moment later by wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me closer. My hands find their way to her hips and I pull her to me using the belt loops on her work pants. She pulls my chest closer to hers by tugging on the back of my shirt till I can feel her accelerated heart beat echo through my rib cage. Her fingers fumble at the buttons of my shirt until she undoes them one by one, and her lips leave mine only to kiss their way down my throat and along my collar bone. My hands try to pull her closer as I breathe out her name. She looks up at me with a twinkle in her eyes and undoes my belt. I lift her sweater over her head and I can't believe I had almost forgotten how amazing she looks underneath those sensible clothes she wears. The twinkle in her eyes gets brighter as she undoes my pants and pushes them to the ground, I step out of them and lift her up, she wraps her legs around my waist and I set her down on the workbench. Her hands push down my boxers and once again I step out of the restricting garments. Her legs around my waist tighten and I briefly wonder when her panties came off, oh yes, I dimly remember taking them off before I lifted her up. She throws her head back as I kiss her at the base of her throat and agonisingly slowly slip myself into her. As our movements become synchronised, I wonder why it has taken me so long to realise that I can't live without this woman, why her breathing my name as I take her to the edge of passion makes me want her even more, why her nails down my back make the hairs on my arm stand up. Our breath mingles together as we look at each other and her eyes grow dark and her muscles clench around me. She clutches herself to me as we try to get our breathing under control. She looks at me, her lips bruised and her hair messed up and I gently lift her off the workbench. I steady her as her legs get used to standing again and she gently laughs and reaches for the bourbon. She takes a large sip, completely unfazed by the fact that we are both standing naked in my basement, and offers me the bottle. As I take it from her, lift her up and carry her to my bed, I realise that I should probably tell her that I love her, one day maybe I will. And maybe one day she will allow herself to admit that she loves me back. It is not important right now though, she is here with me and I haven't been happier in a long time.
"
"It never ended for me either." I hear her reply as we both slip in to sleep.
FIN