Only With You
- Chapter 10 - Mine and Yours -
"No more interruptions," he heard her say sweetly as he watched her put a suitcase over the phone and come back towards him, giving a death glare to the camera he knew was placed there. He'd check McGee and Abby's computers later just to make sure, but he trusted his team, well trusted that they didn't want to end up with concussions. She came back in the room pulling the door closed behind her. He was waiting right there and tugged her closer to him. She came willingly into his arms, smiling up at him.
"Think they would have taped it?" She laughed softly; she wouldn't be surprised if the few seconds had already been broadcasted through MTAC, but she pushed away that thought. Right then she could have cared less if it was on the eleven o'clock news. This was all that mattered to her. She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling her body closer to his, hating the flimsy piece of satin between them.
He leaned down and brushed her lips gently with his, a whisper of a kiss. He lingered longer as he felt her return the kiss gently, trying to make this last as long as possible, knowing it wouldn't. He ran his hands down her side, the feel of the soft satin beneath his hands, stopping only as he reached the edge of the robe. She trailed her own hands down his chest, pressing lightly tracing the muscles till she reached the edge of the towel he had around his waist. She gave it a light tug and felt it fall to their feet. He took that as the sign to go on and undid the sash on her robe slipping it off her shoulders, letting it pool on the ground. She immediately pressed herself closer to him, but he held her back a second just taking in the form he had missed for so many years. He pulled her in into a slow kiss, and wrapped his arms around her. Her curves modeled to his form and he carefully lowered her on to the bed. His lips traced down her neck again, along her collarbone as her own hands ran the length of his back.
She tilted her head back to give him the access and he immediately responded. He pressed open mouth kisses to her neck, just below her ear; she gasped feeling the rush of blood through her veins. He kissed his way back up neck to her lips exploring her mouth with his tongue as his hands trailed down her chest. She arched into his touch trying to meld herself to him and he took all she was willing to give. His mouth followed the path of his hands, lingering on her breast as his hand reached her center. Her hips tilted up to meet his hand, desperate for the touch as a coil began to form in her stomach. She trailed her hands down his chest and past his waist taking him in her hand hearing the way he breathed her name.
He rest in the space between her hips as her long silky legs wrapped around him trying to draw him in. He rested gently at her entrance carefully easing in watching her face contort in pleasure and looking for any grimace of pain. She gasped as he began to move and he stopped worried he had hurt her.
"Jenny?"
"It's okay," she promised her emerald green eyes meeting his cobalt blue. She loved the color his eyes turned when they together. He slowly moved again thrusting in and out of her in long strokes. She pulled herself as close to him as her body would let her meeting him thrust for thrust. She could feel herself spiraling to the edge wanting more than anything to bring him over the edge with her. She breathed his name in his ear and the speed and force picked up as she encouraged it. They fell together, names a breathy whisper, as he collapsed on top of her and she held him in place burning the feelings into her mind and heart. He nuzzled her neck affectionately and she giggled softly. He pulled back to look at her eyes finding them more alive than he had ever remembered. He loved the way she giggled; he decided it was one of his favorite sounds. He tried to move off her, sure he was crushing her but she held him in place not wanting to loose the feeling quite yet.
"Jenny..."
"You're fine."
"You're getting squashed," he teased, rolling them completely so she rest against him, still somehow managing to stay connected. She leaned down to kiss him softly, lovingly, before resettling against his chest. She could hear the slowing of his heartbeat, a comforting thump against her ear as his hand trailed through her hair. She was surprised at the sudden wetness in her eyes and the feeling that her heart had suddenly felt whole, that it didn't feel on the edge of shattering as it had every day since she had left her coat on a plane. She pressed a kiss to his chest, over his heart and felt his arms tighten around her.
"Jethro..." her voice was barely above a whisper not wanting to break the stillness that had settled on them.
"Go to sleep Jenny," he told her kissing her head gently. He pulled the blankets over them enjoying the comfort of her weight on his chest. He felt her try to shift a little. "Stay."
"Now you're the one being squashed."
"You barely weigh anything," he said.
"Uh huh," she sighed. He squeezed her waist gently.
"You don't," he paused kissing her again. "We'll have to fix that." She laughed.
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"Can you see anything yet?"
"No."
"Hear?"
"No."
"Then fix it!"
"You two are so dead when they get back." Ziva's amused voice forced Tony to turn away from the computer MTAC where McGee's image was.
"And just why is that Officer Dah-veed?" Tony questioned.
"Spying on the parents, McGee!" Abby exclaimed. "That's awful!"
"Tony..."
"Say Tony made you and I will slice you both using a pencil." Tony shied away from the Mossad agent. "Now get rid of that."
"That is evidence Ziva," Tony tried. "We can't get rid of evidence."
"Trying to figure out what the Director and Gibbs are doing behind closed doors is not evidence. It's winning a bet, which there is nothing to win."
"If you don't think they're doing it..." Ziva placed her hand over Tony's mouth.
"You do not want to finish that sentence."
"McGee I can't believe you would do this!" Abby snapped drawing the others attention.
"Abby I didn't..."
"You did! Do you understand that this could totally ruin everything?"
"Abby," Tony tried to sooth the forensic scientist, but she was having none of it. "Abby really its not..."
"Not that big a deal? Yes it is! You think I just randomly decided to call the Director?"
"We thought you wanted her to go with Gibbs, just like all of us," Tony answered.
"Yes, because they need marriage counseling, but if you just keep the bets they'll never want to stay together!" The Goth cried. Ziva nodded in understanding.
"They are both private people, they would not want their relationship broadcasted."
"So we just look the other way?" McGee inquired.
"Yes!"
"Abbs you spoil the fun," Tony sighed. He felt two hands connect with the back of his hand. "But I'll obey."
"Wise decision Tony," Ziva agreed. "McGee when they do decide to wake up, have them look at the email we sent. I believe we may have found something."
"What?"
"Well...I ran the security footage you gave us and then the camera of their room. Someone locked Duke in the bathroom, I could make out Jenny talking in the hall and then nothing," Abby said.
"I got the Director to get Gibbs," McGee informed. "She was about to go into her room."
"Well good on you Probie, now get back to work," Tony ordered.
"Tony..." he grumbled. Tony waved and left the room. McGee said goodbye and signed off. Abby waited a minute before turning to Ziva.
"Think he knew she was going to be in the room?"
"I think McGee may have saved the Director's life," Ziva responded before getting up and leaving Abby in the silent MTAC.
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"How hard was this for you?" She demanded from within the darkened room.
"For me?" He snapped back as he closed the door. "You couldn't keep him occupied long enough for me to get her."
"It wasn't me, I had him in the palm of my hand till she showed up!"
"Of course you did," he mocked.
"Without me you wouldn't get to have your fun!" She reminded angrily.
"She will submit or she'll face the penalty as the others."
"She loves her husband to damn much, can't say I blame her, he has quite the package."
"But husbands become monotonous and that is a woman who shouldn't be tied down."
"She won't cheat on him, I looked at their file."
"Any woman can be persuaded, she just needs the right touch," he stated, wiggling his fingers.
"If you think she'll let you that close to her, you're insane," she commented. "That woman is besotted with her husband and whatever it is he's doing the trick, so kindly just restrain her so I can show him what a real woman is like."
"Make them watch each other come undone by someone else."
"Just like the others."
"Excellent."
"And if they protest..."
"They will not last long." He pulled his knife testing the sharpness of the blade before replacing it and leaning forward kissing the woman in front of him. "It won't be long now."
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The sunlight drifted in through the heavy curtains and danced upon the comforter and over the alabaster skin that peaked out from underneath. It touched the auburn locks that spilled onto the white pillows and over to the silver hair that lay resting next to the auburn. It casts the colors into softer glows and he felt himself smile briefly. This was admittedly his second favorite part about waking up next to her, in the rejuvenating golden sunlight she looked divine and he often thought that sometime in the night she had been changed into Aphrodite. He let his eyes caress her form, a form he had reacquainted himself with multiple times throughout the previous night.
After the initial loving, they had rested, recovered and started all over. Although almost a decade had passed they had found that they were both able to satisfy the other in ways that left him begging for more. They had finally passed out from sheer exhaustion around early morning, and now with dawn rising he felt himself much recovered. Usually he would get up and have a shower, and shave, look for coffee, but this morning he was perfectly content to lie there wrapped around her watching her sleep. Some hair had fallen into her face as she shifted closer to his body and he gently brushed it away. He loved all of her equally, but he had always had a thing for her hair, not just because it was red, but also because it always had this perfect blend of smells, her fruity shampoo, her exotic perfume, and something that was just her. It was soft and flowy, and long. He had liked the pixie cut; it made her sexy and sharp, but this longer cut had an air of softness around her that he had missed in the last two years since she had cut off her hair. He sighed gently, though he had always wondered what the pixie cut felt like, he decided that he didn't need to know that badly and so prayed she wouldn't cut her hair off again.
Perhaps it was the sigh, or perhaps it was the fact that he had been gently combing her hair with his fingers, but whatever the cause she had begun to shift again. He recognized the faint movements and change in the pace of her breathing as she was waking up. He was careful with his gentle ministrations, knowing that she was not always a morning person. He caught the curl of a smile that turned into a small frown as her dreams faded away and she became aware of her reality. She snuggled closer to him, something he knew she did on a regular basis, as she was always cold in the morning. She must have felt the difference in what might usually be her pillow and her green eyes blearily blinked awake. She had focused them on his side and he could see the small crease in her forehead as she tried to place all of this in her mind. The crease disappeared and he could tell she grinned just a little as the memories filled her. He felt her eyes trace up his form to meet his eyes. He kept them closed until he felt her eyes focus on his face; he opened them then and caught the faint blush that swept across her cheeks.
"Good morning sleeping beauty," he greeted, his hand continuing his stroking of her hair. She leaned forward kissing him gently.
"It is a good morning," she replied with a gentle yawn. "Anyone call yet?"
"If they have I didn't hear it." She nodded resettling her head.
"Don't suppose we could just stay here all day," she said wistfully.
"Sounds like a good idea to me," he agreed, dropping a kiss to her hair. He felt her stretch a little and noticed the faint wince. "Jenny?"
"Hm?"
"You okay?"
"Never better," she responded her eyes meeting his. She was about to make some comment when she heard faint ringing followed by Duke's low growls. "Next time we unplug the phone." He chuckled lightly.
"We have to at least take Duke for a walk," he reminded. She nodded.
"Shower than walk, than coffee," she listed. She untangled herself from him and felt him shift to get a pair of sweat pants and go answer the phone. She glanced at him as he moved to go answer the phone and stopped him by placing a hand on his back. He felt her trail the hand down lightly.
"Jen..."
"You might want to put a shirt on Jethro," she told him, pressing a kiss to the marks she had left. He grabbed a sweatshirt and pulled it on as she went into the bathroom. He picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Jethro, Christine, I didn't wake you did I?"
"Oh no, not at all," he responded.
"I just wanted to remind you and Jenny that your session is going to be this afternoon, and you have the morning to go exploring or such."
"Right, of course, what time was this session again?"
"One-thirty."
"Right, thank you, we'll be there."
"Till then," she said hanging up. He smirked at the phone. That gives us...seven hours. Oh the possibilities...
"Duke, you be a good boy for a little while longer okay?" He bargained. Duke jumped up on the couch and settled down. "Yea okay, sleep on the furniture." He went back toward the bathroom hearing the water running. He entered and found Jenny already in the shower lathering her hair. He shed his clothing and stepped in behind her, his hands reaching up into her hair.
"I can wash my hair you know."
"Hm, hm."
"Who was on the phone?"
"Christine, we have the morning off till our session at one-thirty."
"That's nice," Jenny mentioned as she felt his hands trail through her hair washing it for her.
"So I was thinking we could go for a walk and then have breakfast here," he suggested. She turned to him as she felt her hair run clean in the water.
"A very good idea, we could call the team on the walk."
"Yep," he answered, but his thoughts were far from his team. He let his one arm wrap around her back while the other protected her head against the wall as he leaned down to kiss her. He used his body to pin her against the wall and she wrapped one leg around his waist holding him in place as she returned the kisses. He felt her hands trace down his chest and lower beginning her own ministrations. He let his hand fall from her back and trace her inner thigh higher. The little moan that emitted from the back of her throat pushed him on wards and he began to stroke her gently trying to bring her just to the edge without letting her find release.
"Don't tease Jethro," she whimpered against his mouth, her touch changing to a lighter one, trying to lead him to her. He relented drawing his hand away from her, hearing the disappointed moan before lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and felt him slid into her, as the water fell around them. With all the extra jets of water it felt like his hands were everywhere on her, rising her pleasure a notch. He moved gently as she wrapped her arms around his neck pressing kisses to his face. He felt her muscles tighten and picked up the pace making sure his still supporting her.
"Jen..." He felt her kisses turn more desperate and as he felt her shudder, she bit down on his lip gently triggering his own release. He stayed inside her as he regained his breath slipping out only to lower her to her feet, holding her tightly till her legs could support her. She used the support of the wall to keep her on her feet as well, the tingling sensation still surrounding her. She pulled him closer to her, holding him to her as she came down from her high. She pressed soft kiss to his chest, trailing her lips up his neck before kissing the corners of his mouth, careful of where she had bitten him. She tasted the metallic taste of blood but rather than be repulsed she simply licked at it tenderly. She felt his lips pull from hers trailing down her neck to her shoulder where she felt his tongue lick away and a soft stinging sensation caused her almost to flinch. He sensed the movement and looked up at her.
"I'm sorry, I just..."
"Well we both have war wounds," he teased her and she tried to glance at her shoulder spotting just a red spot. "You're going to want to wear a dress with wide straps for a bit." She tried to process that and dimply remembered him kissing down her throat as he had been tightening before gently biting her shoulder as he came. She placed her hand on the spot feeling his cover it even as he pulled her closer, holding her to him. "Mine," she wasn't sure she was supposed to hear the faint whisper, but she knew just what word to respond with. She disentangled her hand and wrapped both her arms around his neck, breaking her body in even closer contact with his. She lingered near his lips, her breath passing through his.
"Yours."