[Drabble] Sweet dreams and secret desire
TITLE: Sweet dreams and secret desire
AUTHOR: nicis_anatomy
CHARACTER: Jenny Shepard (implied Jenny/Trent Kort)
GENRE: Gen
RATING: PG-13
WORD COUNT: 300
SUMMARY: There are dreams you just don’t want to wake up from ... Written for prompt #17 "Day Time" for 24_times and challenge #101 "Dreams" at ncisdrabble100
WARNINGS: English still isn't my native language (although I wish) and the story is not beta'd. Maybe the closest thing to "smut" I will ever write ;)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters (although I'd love to own Action Figure Gibbs), nor am I making any money from them. If I would Season 5 would have ended different.
~*~*~*~*
The room is still dark when she wakes up from what feels like the most relaxing sleep she’s had in a long time. Eyes still closed, she listens to the steady breathing beside her and she smiles, when memories of the night before started to replay in her head.
Skin on skin. Hot kisses scattered all over their bodies. Sweet whispers in the dark. Hands caressing soft flesh … unexpected but welcomed. New and yet familiar.
The emotions send hot and cold shivers down her spine and she reaches out to touch the man, sleep next to her. Moving closer to him, she places soft kisses on his neck and -
“Director, MTAC called. They - ... Are you alright?” Cynthia put her head in at the door, looking worried and curious at the same time.
Jenny blinked, trying to focus on her surroundings, but she was still stuck in the dream she had just woken up from; a dream that had started as usual with old memories of happier times. But then it had turned into something different; unexpected, and anything but disturbing. But now that she was awake again, Jenny wasn’t so sure anymore about the last part.
“Director?”
“I’m okay, Cynthia,” Jenny lied, faking a reassuring smile. “I was absent-minded for a moment, caught in ... Don’t worry.”
From the look on her assistant’s face, Jenny could tell that Cynthia hadn’t believed a word she’d said, but thanks to a long and respectful work relationship, Cynthia was smart enough not to question anything Jenny ever said.
“SecNav is waiting for you.”
“Thank you, Cynthia,” Jenny said. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
As the door closed behind her assistant, Jenny leaned back on her chair, trying to recall the moment she’d actually stopped caring about Trent Kort visiting her in her dreams.
- The End -
AUTHOR: nicis_anatomy
CHARACTER: Jenny Shepard (implied Jenny/Trent Kort)
GENRE: Gen
RATING: PG-13
WORD COUNT: 300
SUMMARY: There are dreams you just don’t want to wake up from ... Written for prompt #17 "Day Time" for 24_times and challenge #101 "Dreams" at ncisdrabble100
WARNINGS: English still isn't my native language (although I wish) and the story is not beta'd. Maybe the closest thing to "smut" I will ever write ;)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters (although I'd love to own Action Figure Gibbs), nor am I making any money from them. If I would Season 5 would have ended different.
~*~*~*~*
The room is still dark when she wakes up from what feels like the most relaxing sleep she’s had in a long time. Eyes still closed, she listens to the steady breathing beside her and she smiles, when memories of the night before started to replay in her head.
Skin on skin. Hot kisses scattered all over their bodies. Sweet whispers in the dark. Hands caressing soft flesh … unexpected but welcomed. New and yet familiar.
The emotions send hot and cold shivers down her spine and she reaches out to touch the man, sleep next to her. Moving closer to him, she places soft kisses on his neck and -
“Director, MTAC called. They - ... Are you alright?” Cynthia put her head in at the door, looking worried and curious at the same time.
Jenny blinked, trying to focus on her surroundings, but she was still stuck in the dream she had just woken up from; a dream that had started as usual with old memories of happier times. But then it had turned into something different; unexpected, and anything but disturbing. But now that she was awake again, Jenny wasn’t so sure anymore about the last part.
“Director?”
“I’m okay, Cynthia,” Jenny lied, faking a reassuring smile. “I was absent-minded for a moment, caught in ... Don’t worry.”
From the look on her assistant’s face, Jenny could tell that Cynthia hadn’t believed a word she’d said, but thanks to a long and respectful work relationship, Cynthia was smart enough not to question anything Jenny ever said.
“SecNav is waiting for you.”
“Thank you, Cynthia,” Jenny said. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
As the door closed behind her assistant, Jenny leaned back on her chair, trying to recall the moment she’d actually stopped caring about Trent Kort visiting her in her dreams.
- The End -