Vowel Sounds
- Egoistical -

The egotistical bastard, how dare he? How DARE he? It wasn't just the fact that he always knew when she was thinking about him, thinking about his hands on her body, thinking about the way it felt to have him inside her; it was the self satisfied smirk that curved his mouth when he knew, even though she tried her hardest to tell him that he only thought he knew. The way he did that made her want to punch the smirk off his face. But the more rational side of her knew that would never work because he would still know; still know that he invaded her every waking moment...the bastard. She craned her neck round, trying to get a better view of her back which was marked, like he had branded her, actually that is exactly what he had done, branded her like she was his property, like...cattle. Her blood boiled once again.

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Still half asleep, sprawled out on her front, she felt something tickle her lower back. Turning her head around to try and see, he moved so his body was shielding it.

"What are you doing?" She asked, her sleepy voice making him jump slightly with guilt. He turned to look at her.

"Nothing." He said, far too quickly, looking far too innocent. She tried to squirm out of his grasp but his arm over her back was far stronger than she had anticipated and relentless, so she gave up and let him do whatever he was doing to her back.

"Stop wriggling." He ordered and she pouted.

"Well if you told me what you were doing I might stay still."

"If you knew what I was doing you wouldn't." He countered and she once again turned round to glare at him. She heard the tell-tale click of a pen lid and he cocked his head to one side as if admiring his handy work, leant down and blew a cold stream of his breath over her back. The skin immediately goose bumped and Jen sighed contentedly. He flipped her over and straddled her stomach. The grin on his face was triumphant. She narrowed her eyes at him, as if trying to read his mind. His fingers brushed her thighs and she gave up, suddenly not caring what he had done.

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It was only after he left her side for a shower that she had managed to see what he'd done and oh God,she cared. She was not happy, it was not funny. Property of Leroy Jethro Gibbs. The words stuck out like a sore thumb, as though they had been burnt onto her, so glaringly obvious against her pale skin. What made it ten times worse was he had written it in permanent marker, permanent, on her lower back, so she would have to get him to scrub it off and she knew that there was no way he was going to. Her hands clenched into fists as he stepped out of the bathroom, towel around his waist, water still dripping down his surprisingly firm chest. She pushed the thought of licking the water off him to the back of her mind. She glared at him and that self satisfied smirk graced his face again. She gestured to the writing on her back.

"What the hell?" She asked.

"Don't you like it?" He asked, pulling the towel from around his waist to dry his hair. After all these years, the sight of him still took her breath away; he did it on purpose, knowing that she couldn't resist him when he was naked. Irritation seeped back into her.

"Why didn't you just write mine? It would have been quicker...and easier to hide." She snapped, still trying to look at it.

"I was going to, but I thought ‘property of Leroy Jethro Gibbs' was more..." He twirled his hand round, trying to think of the right word, "...Poetic." He bit his lip trying to stifle the laughter when he saw her eyes narrow at him again and dodged the pillow that flew at his head. He lunged at her, enjoying the squeak of surprise that escaped her lips and pinned her back to the bed. She looked up at him, eyebrows raised in question.

"You can't possibly be ready for more." She asked, laughing at the indignant look on his face.

"Oh, I'm always ready for more Jen." He answered, the bravado in his voice so irritating as he ground his hips against her.

"So you are." She replied, his readiness evident against her stomach, and she wrapped her legs around him, payback could wait.

He fell asleep with that smirk still on his face. She glared down at him, hoping that he could feel her stare in his sleep. Oh, she was going to enjoy bruising that vast ego if his, now she just had to think of a way to do it. She twirled the marker pen around in her fingers, trying to think of something...poetic. She grinned wickedly and uncapped the pen, oh yes; she was going to enjoy this.

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