[FANFIC] Semantics
TITLE: Semantics
AUTHOR: matteaava
CHARACTERS: Jenny Shepard, Jethro Gibbs
GENRE: Romance, Smut
RATING: M
SUMMARY: He is watching her shower and he knows he cannot not enter.
WORD COUNT: 467
WARNING: SMUT!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yes, I wrote this as a gift to myself for my 20th. Just because. :)
I found it amongst my documents, re-did it a bit and Voilà!
It's not beta'd and I'm not really sure about the rating, so...
DISCLAIMER: Since it is my birthday...but I still don't think so.
ENJOY!
He was watching her taking a shower. He just stood, leaned against the wall.
She must have been really tired if she didn't feel his piercing gaze on her naked body. He watched as she touched different parts of her body, getting turned on more with each second that passed.
Finally, as she was rinsing conditioner out of her hair, she turned her back to him and he seized the moment, stepping behind her under the torrent of water and pinning her to the wall. She gasped at first, as the front of her body collided with the tiles, but then she composed herself.
"Thank God! I thought you'd never enter".
He looked at her questioningly at first, but then he smirked.
Of course she would have sensed his presence.
"So? You like being a voyeur?" - She asked, arousal now heavy in her voice.
"Not a voyeur if you knew I was watching you", - he simply stated.
"You didn't know I knew".
"Semantics".
She looked at him, surprised. He shut her up with a kiss, pinning her back to the wall and spreading her legs, all in one motion. Her hands wound around his neck and his slowly drifted to where she wanted him the most. As she nuzzled her head into his neck, his hands found her centre and he smirked at how wet she already was.
But the whimper was let out as the hands kept on moving, lifting her legs up and around his waist. Not long after, he thrust into her. She bit back a scream, her nails digging into his shoulders, his fingers into the sensitive flesh of her thighs.
As the water kept on falling over them, the memories of indecencies shared in the rain in the past washed over them, intensifying the feeling of the other.
The pace was frantic, but the water was getting colder and he knew she was not that close, so he quickened his pace, moving one of his hands back to her centre, taking her left nipple into his mouth. A few seconds later, she all but screamed his name, gripping his shoulders until he hissed from her nails dug deep into his skin.
He kissed her; all tongue and teeth; hard and passionate.
Intense.
He followed her soon after.
As she lowered her legs from his waist, she realised there was no way she could stand on her own. Luckily, he realised it, too. So they stood like that, hugged; kissing; until the water became too cold and they had to step out.
Wrapping a towel around her body, she leaned against the wall looking at him; sated look in her eyes; big smile on his face.
He looked smug.
They were both still trying to catch their breaths.
"Semantics, huh?" - She grinned.
- THE END -
AUTHOR: matteaava
CHARACTERS: Jenny Shepard, Jethro Gibbs
GENRE: Romance, Smut
RATING: M
SUMMARY: He is watching her shower and he knows he cannot not enter.
WORD COUNT: 467
WARNING: SMUT!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yes, I wrote this as a gift to myself for my 20th. Just because. :)
I found it amongst my documents, re-did it a bit and Voilà!
It's not beta'd and I'm not really sure about the rating, so...
DISCLAIMER: Since it is my birthday...but I still don't think so.
ENJOY!
He was watching her taking a shower. He just stood, leaned against the wall.
She must have been really tired if she didn't feel his piercing gaze on her naked body. He watched as she touched different parts of her body, getting turned on more with each second that passed.
Finally, as she was rinsing conditioner out of her hair, she turned her back to him and he seized the moment, stepping behind her under the torrent of water and pinning her to the wall. She gasped at first, as the front of her body collided with the tiles, but then she composed herself.
"Thank God! I thought you'd never enter".
He looked at her questioningly at first, but then he smirked.
Of course she would have sensed his presence.
"So? You like being a voyeur?" - She asked, arousal now heavy in her voice.
"Not a voyeur if you knew I was watching you", - he simply stated.
"You didn't know I knew".
"Semantics".
She looked at him, surprised. He shut her up with a kiss, pinning her back to the wall and spreading her legs, all in one motion. Her hands wound around his neck and his slowly drifted to where she wanted him the most. As she nuzzled her head into his neck, his hands found her centre and he smirked at how wet she already was.
But the whimper was let out as the hands kept on moving, lifting her legs up and around his waist. Not long after, he thrust into her. She bit back a scream, her nails digging into his shoulders, his fingers into the sensitive flesh of her thighs.
As the water kept on falling over them, the memories of indecencies shared in the rain in the past washed over them, intensifying the feeling of the other.
The pace was frantic, but the water was getting colder and he knew she was not that close, so he quickened his pace, moving one of his hands back to her centre, taking her left nipple into his mouth. A few seconds later, she all but screamed his name, gripping his shoulders until he hissed from her nails dug deep into his skin.
He kissed her; all tongue and teeth; hard and passionate.
Intense.
He followed her soon after.
As she lowered her legs from his waist, she realised there was no way she could stand on her own. Luckily, he realised it, too. So they stood like that, hugged; kissing; until the water became too cold and they had to step out.
Wrapping a towel around her body, she leaned against the wall looking at him; sated look in her eyes; big smile on his face.
He looked smug.
They were both still trying to catch their breaths.
"Semantics, huh?" - She grinned.
- THE END -