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Author: VerityFrancesB
Category: Fluff, Humor
Rating: R/P16
Contents: Lord knows we could all do with some cheering up right now. How Gibbs got rid of that moustache.
A/N: For Aly, who needed fluff, I think everyone does right now, but this is for Aly. Set some time after Hiatus, a different view on how Gibbs got rid of that moustache.
[Written after 'Judgment Day'.]
"It's got to go." She said, standing in front of him, brandishing a razor blade. He glared at her and tried to cross his arms in front of him, hampered by the fact she had handcuffed him to the chair. She smirked as he tugged once again on the handcuffs.
"Jen..." He growled, giving her his sternest stare. She laughed it off and advanced on him with the razor. He tried to back away but the fact that the chair was heavy and up against the wall and his handcuffs ruined that plan.
"Seriously Jen, can't we talk about this? Jen... you've got that look in your eye again." That made her stop. She cocked her head at him.
"What look?" She asked. He internally smiled, loving the fact he knew how to stop her, and if he could just get his hands out of these cuffs he could stop her once and for all, and looked at her.
"That look that Ziva gets when she is about to hurt someone." He replied. She grinned devilishly and continued to walk towards him.
"Stop squirming or I will cut you and it wont be my fault that you bleed to death on the carpet." She said as she gripped his head against her chest and slathered shaving cream over his face.
Her cool fingers against his skin did wonders for his squirming stomach and he even allowed himself to relax slightly under her touch. He tried his hardest not to jump as the cold metal touched his skin and she grimaced slightly. He tried to look at her but she held his head still.
"What have you done?" He asked warily.
"Nothing." She answered all too quickly, dabbing at what he could only assume was a cut, and let out a small giggle. "Nearly there so stop fidgeting."
She pulled away and got a sponge and began to wipe the shaving cream off his face, then undid his handcuffs. She stood back and surveyed her handiwork with a grin.
"Much better," She said, "You can actually see your handsome face now." He caught her wrist and pulled her into his lap. She laughed as he rubbed his now clean-shaven face across her cheek.
"Admit it, you like a little bit of rough," he murmured against her skin. She arched her neck, giving him more skin to kiss and let out a sigh.
"I know how attached you were to it Jethro, and I am sorry, but it really did have to go." He pulled away and looked at her. She smirked down at him.
"I more attached to you." He said as he pulled her down for another kiss.
FIN