Vowel Sounds
- Invigorating -
Follows on from Egotistical
It was down right invigorating, the rush of adrenalin when he placed his hands on her, the feeling that she belonged to him. She wasn't nearly as irritated with the branding incident as she had let on, she secretly loved it. That was also invigorating, walking around work with Property of Leroy Jethro Gibbs all but tattooed on her lower back. Not nearly as invigorating as knowing what he had been walking around with written somewhere on his person, and the fact that he hadn't noticed as he hurriedly pulled his clothes on this morning made it all the more hilarious. She knew he hadn't found it because he hadn't yet stormed into her office demanding she explain herself. She allowed herself a brief chuckle; oh he was going to be so mad.
She surveyed the bullpen, noticing Gibbs squirming in his seat, looking incredibly uncomfortable for some reason. As if sensing her eyes on him, he looked up at her, the lust in his eyes mirroring the lust she felt in the pit of her stomach and telling her exactly why he was sitting uncomfortably. She closed her eyes for a second, relishing in the image that flashed across her mind. Opening them, she saw Gibbs stalk out of the bullpen towards the bathrooms; a sly smirk crossed her face.
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Gibbs slammed the bathroom door, resting his head against it and drawing deep breaths into his lungs. It was so distracting knowing that she still had his mark on her back, knowing that she was walking around, and had gone into a meeting with the SecNav this morning with that written on her. Down right distracting, but also completely invigorating, and one hundred per cent sexy, it made him want to throw her over her desk and make her realize just how much of her belonged to him; every single inch. He ran his hands under the tap and splashed cold water on his face. Noticing the dark purple and red mark on the side of his neck, almost on his shoulder he narrowed his eyes at the mirror, emotions bouncing between anger at the fact that she had given him a love bite, excitement that he had been walking around all morning with her mark on him and resolution; he did deserved it. The emotions he felt when he saw the love bite paled in comparison with what he saw next.
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Tony and Ziva instinctively bowed their heads, trying desperately to look like they were working when they saw Gibbs storming through the bullpen. As he ran up the stairs they both shared a look of confusion and readied themselves for a storm.
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The door to her office flew open; she winced slightly, deciding against demanding that he buy her a new one when she took a look at his face and the fire behind his eyes. Yep, he had found it.
"Problem?" She asked, knowing that the very fact that she was pretending that she didn't know what had gotten him so irritated would get him even more irritated. He glared at her, his mouth opening and closing in fury for a few seconds before he found his voice.
"Problem?" He was nearly shouting, "Problem? If Found Please Return To The Director of NCIS written...down there...is slightly more than a problem." Jen tried to hide a snort of laughter, but failed, which only fueled his anger even more. "Its not funny Director." He spat out her title, making her laugh even more.
"It's a little funny Jethro." She replied.
She had forgotten how quickly he could move, and in an instant he was pulling her to her feet, hands wrapped almost painfully around her arms, lips millimeters from hers. She made a mental note not to forget his speed again and pushed aside the familiar rush that flooded in at the touch of his hands. Her lips parted slightly and he seriously considered kissing her, until he remembered that he was meant to be angry with her.
"Maybe I need to remind you who belongs to whom Jen." He whispered and her legs nearly gave way, if it wasn't for his strong hands holding her up, they would have. She leant forward and kissed the love bite that she had marked him with.
"Maybe you do Jethro." She replied. He closed his eyes as she kissed along his jaw, his hands tightened slightly. He moved and captured her mouth with his, doing exactly as he had threatened, reminding her who belonged to whom. He pushed her against the desk, pulling her hips towards him, letting her know exactly how he felt about the situation. The door once again burst open and they both sprung apart, Gibbs not even bothering to see who it was before he marched out of her office, walking a little awkwardly, Jen delighted in noting.
"I am...so...sorry, Director." Cynthia managed to say, embarrassment so evident on her face, "The SecNav wants to speak to you again." She retreated hastily. Jen ran a hand through her hair, trying to still her breathing, that was invigorating she thought to herself, her lips still tingling, there nothing quiet like his hands on her, his mouth over hers, to get the blood pumping round her body. Her lips once again curled into a smile as she leant forward and picked up her phone.
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