After You
Title: After You
Author:
ncisqueen
Character/Pairing: Gibbs/Jenny
Genre: Angst, AU
Rating: T
Challenge: #193 "When I'm gone..." for ncisdrabble100
Words: 200
Notes: Part of my
nycnoir series " New York Bound". At the end of the shootout in the California diner, Jenny survives, although just barely.
Her body fits perfectly against his, even with her left arm still immobilized. He just slips his arm into the perfect spot around her middle, between her arm and the button on her jeans. Gone are his NIS pants, traded in for something slightly more flattering. And he definitely approves. Not that he disliked her in his pants to start with.
His hand expertly guides hers along the hull of the boat, sanding with the grain and never against it. She can feel him breathing against her back and she leans into him. Happily, most of her bruises have healed. Just the deepest ones remain. Momentarily she closes her eyes. All she can smell is the sawdust and the bourbon on his breath. All she can feel is his hand on hers and the resistance in the wood.
She opens her eyes and looks over her shoulder at him, then she breaks the silence. Her words are somber but still teasing. Bittersweet. "Don't you dare name a boat after me when I'm gone."
"We'll see," he murmurs with a kiss to her throat. And they both know he will. But no one will notice he doesn't call it a 'she'.
Author:
ncisqueen
Character/Pairing: Gibbs/Jenny
Genre: Angst, AU
Rating: T
Challenge: #193 "When I'm gone..." for ncisdrabble100
Words: 200
Notes: Part of my
nycnoir series " New York Bound". At the end of the shootout in the California diner, Jenny survives, although just barely.
Her body fits perfectly against his, even with her left arm still immobilized. He just slips his arm into the perfect spot around her middle, between her arm and the button on her jeans. Gone are his NIS pants, traded in for something slightly more flattering. And he definitely approves. Not that he disliked her in his pants to start with.
His hand expertly guides hers along the hull of the boat, sanding with the grain and never against it. She can feel him breathing against her back and she leans into him. Happily, most of her bruises have healed. Just the deepest ones remain. Momentarily she closes her eyes. All she can smell is the sawdust and the bourbon on his breath. All she can feel is his hand on hers and the resistance in the wood.
She opens her eyes and looks over her shoulder at him, then she breaks the silence. Her words are somber but still teasing. Bittersweet. "Don't you dare name a boat after me when I'm gone."
"We'll see," he murmurs with a kiss to her throat. And they both know he will. But no one will notice he doesn't call it a 'she'.