Songs About Jen
Author: VerityFrancesB
Category: General, Romance
Rating: P13
Contents: One Shots based on Maroon 5 songs.
A/N: So, here she goes again...a one shot series based on Maroon 5 song, hence the title, Songs About Jen (from Songs about Jane). Not all the songs are from the Songs About Jane album, but if you would like me to do a particular song, let me know.
This is a Birthday Present for Aly, the fluff desiring Princess, Happy Birthday my Poppet, and you might have to be patient until it's finished but you get a whole series to yourself!
A/N: For the purpose of this, Jen and Gibbs had been in a relationship and Gibbs had pushed her away.
He had no idea how long he had driven round, but all he had known was that he needed to get out, out of the house that held too many memories for his own good. He had escaped into his car and driven, for hours. Ending up in her driveway was not somewhere he expected, but his car had seemed to drive him here. Walking to her door and knocking was not something that he had wanted to do, but his legs and hand had worked together bypassing his brain completely. He took a step back as she opened the door and leant against the frame, her lips curved into a wry smile and a strand of hair framed her face.
"What are you doing here Jethro?" She asked, hands on her hips.
"Would you believe me if I told you I had no idea?" He replied. She nodded once and stood aside, letting him in. He hovered in the hallway until she tugged on his sleeve.
"You didn't come here to admire the hall, come one." She gestured to the study.
He couldn't decide if she added the extra sway of her hips on purpose or it was just because he noticed things like that more when he was in this mood, but he longed to reach for her, pull her to him and take her again and again, because only she could calm whatever storm was currently raging inside.
I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times but somehow
I want more
She smiled as she handed him a glass of bourbon and he couldn't help noticing that her smile didn't quite reach her eyes, when had she become sad? He wondered. He reached for the glass and made a conscious effort to touch her fingers with his. She pulled away quickly and the glass fell to the floor. Shards of crystal scattered across the floor and she sighed as she bent down.
"Let me." He said, joining her on the floor, his way of apologising. She glanced up at him, and for the fifteenth time since he had arrived, wondered why he was here.
"No need." She replied as she picked up bits of glass. He went to help her and she jerked away from his touch, cutting herself in the process. She stood up and glanced at him before striding into the kitchen. He silently cursed himself as he followed her. He couldn't really expect her to forgive everything in ten minutes. He had made so many mistakes; most of them recently had concerned her. She had been a large part of his life and he had pushed her away, but he needed her back, needed to feel her skin under his hands.
He found her at the sink, running her hand under the stream of water. His fingers closed around her wrist as he lifted her hand to study the cut that ran across her palm. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it round her hand.
"Jethro..." She started and he placed a finger on her lips.
"Shhh, let me sort this out." He riffled in the drawer next to him, she ignored the wave of happiness that came with him knowing her house so well he knew where she kept bandages. He patted her hand dry and wrapped a bandage round the cut, lifting it to his mouth he placed a kiss on it. He looked down at her. She was staring up at him with hunger in her eyes, hunger and uncertainty, and her lips were slightly parted. He closed the space between them, his hand still round her wrist and she wound her free hand into his hair.
He suddenly pulled away. She furrowed her brow and looked at him. He rubbed a thumb over her lips.
"I should get home." He said. She pulled away from him and sighed.
"I guess it was too much to ask." She muttered. He caught her chin and lifted her face to his.
"What?" He asked. She pulled away again and walked through to the hall. She opened the door and leant against it. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as he walked out, his fingers grazed her neck and she resisted the urge to hold his hand there and never let him go.
"That you would apologise. Good night Jethro."
I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved
It was a few hours later, as he hid in his car, across the street from her house, when she opened the passenger door and slid into the seat next to him. She wiped the rain from her face and handed him a mug of coffee without speaking and looked at him. He grinned sheepishly as he took it from her and sipped at it. He hated himself for running out on her, and he couldn't even explain to himself why he had, but now that she was sitting next to him again he knew that he wasn't going to again, he needed to show her that he loved her, he needed to make her feel loved.
"I thought you were going home?" She asked eventually, running her fingers through her hair, working out the knots. Her voice was low and quiet as if she was unwilling to break the silence that had descended on the car.
"Me too." He replied, handing her back the mug which he had drained.
"Let me make it easy for you." She leant forward and kissed him lightly on the corner of his mouth. "Good night Jethro." He waited until she had slipped out of the car and ran through the rain across the road, throwing the car a longing look as she closed her front door before he answered.
"Good night, Jenny."
Tap on my window, knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get so insecure
It doesn't matter anymore
Two days later the stairs to his basement creaked as she stepped down them. She grimaced at the noise until she remembered that he never slept.
"Hello Jen." He said, before he had even looked up. She pulled herself onto the side board and swung her legs, regretting that she looked like a teenager. He turned to her and handed her his mug. She smiled gratefully and took a sip, relishing in the warmth of the amber liquid as it went down her throat.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, she shrugged and he stifled a laugh at the highly unladylike gesture.
"Would you believe me if I told you I had no idea?" She asked, smiling. He smiled back at her as she mimicked her earlier question.
"We have to stop meeting like this." He said as he took back the mug. She grinned ruefully and shrugged her shoulders again. She pushed herself off from the counter and took a step towards the boat. She ran her hands lovingly over the hull; like she was touching a lover and he wished she was touching him. He caught her wrist.
It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along,
My heart is full and my door's always open
You can come anytime you want
"I love you Jenny." She looked at him, the surprise burning in her eyes. He looked expectantly at her, waiting for her to knock him down. She took a step towards him and placed her hand over his heart, feeling his heartbeat under her fingers.
"I love you too." She replied. He pulled her into his arms and covered her mouth with his.
Loosing himself in her was something that he loved doing, and when she pulled him down on the floor under the boat and wormed her hands under his shirt, he offered no resistance. She sighed as he slipped into her. She clutched at his shoulders as her muscles began to clench. He kissed her as she fell over the edge and she held onto him as he shuddered above her.
I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls
"I don't ever want you to leave." He said, his fingers winding round her wrist again, his thumb rubbing the soft skin. She smiled easily up at him, the sadness gone from her eyes, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest.
"Ok."
Please don't try so hard to say goodbye.
FIN