Good Intelligence (11/?, R, NCIS/The Closer, Jenny/Brenda,Gibbs/Sharon)
Author: JoelTheCat
Rating: R. considering upping this. let me know what you think.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jenny Shepard/Brenda Leigh Johnson, Jethro Gibbs/Sharon Raydor
Genre: f/f, m/f
Warning: here's the dub-con. if you don't get why it is, keep reading.
Spoilers: NCIS through season 5. Whole run of The Closer, which will have aired by the time I'm done :-)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Author Notes: Timelines totally skewed in the quest for quality femslash and because Gibbs likes redheads.
Summary: Gibbs really does like redheads.
Word Count: 564
When the elevator started down, Sharon's stomach stayed behind. Apparently the free coffee had not been all that digestible. She gripped Gibbs's arm for support.
"You all right?" he asked.
"Just a little giddy," she said. "I don't usually get like this."
"Something that's going around?"
She looked up at his intensely blue eyes and his boyish smile, and her head swam.
"I don't know," she said.
Then the elevator stopped and her knees buckled. Gibbs caught her around the waist as the door opened. The smell of his after-shave enveloped her.
"Is this your floor?" he asked.
It was all Sharon could do to nod.
"Left or right?" he asked.
"Left."
She made herself walk down the hallway, but she couldn't get her key in her lock. Gibbs took it from her and unlocked the door, then steadied her against the enthusiastic welcome of Wumpus and Hurkle.
"Dobermans?" he said with a laugh. "I expected poodles or pomeranians!"
"Dobies," she said. "Let them out, please."
She pointed at the sliding door that lead to the basement apartment's patio. Gibbs walked across the room, trailed by the two excited dogs, and opened the door for them, then came back to Sharon.
"Feeling better?" he asked.
"I haven't felt like this since I was a teenager," she said. "You must think I'm awfully... forward." He must think she was an utter slut, but Sharon didn't care.
"It happens to the best of us," he said. He touched her arm. She laid a hand on his chest, and suddenly her head swam and she felt herself blush as one tiny spasm shot through her, followed by a momentary gush of tears.
"Cry all you want," he said, and his fingers combed through her hair. "It's just the stress. If I had a boss like yours...."
"He's not usually like that," she told him. "He was having a very bad day." She wasn't sure why she was defending Chief Pope, but she would have done a great deal right then to keep Gibbs's hands right where they were.
"He was taking it out on you," Gibbs said. "He do that a lot?"
"Does your boss not do that sometimes?"
The look that flashed across his face was not anger, but hurt.
"She has a lot on her mind right now. She... she's very worried about... an old friend that she cares a whole lot about."
"Let's not talk about them," Sharon said.
"What should we talk about?" he asked, his grin returning. Sharon traced his lips with her fingertip, then, emboldened, reached up and kissed him. His eyebrows shot up, and then he kissed her back, hard, mixing the taste of him and his after shave and the free coffee all into a blur. She could not have stood had he not pinned her against the wall. Her chest brushed against his, and she squealed at the electric sensation. Strong hands grasped her waist and lifted her, pinned her higher, so that she was more... more accessible.
"You sure about this?" he asked, even as he peeled her clothing away.
"Oh, God, yes!" And she remained sure as their intensity built and swirled around them, until the very last moment when he slammed against her and gasped a name.
"Jenny!"
Rating: R. considering upping this. let me know what you think.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jenny Shepard/Brenda Leigh Johnson, Jethro Gibbs/Sharon Raydor
Genre: f/f, m/f
Warning: here's the dub-con. if you don't get why it is, keep reading.
Spoilers: NCIS through season 5. Whole run of The Closer, which will have aired by the time I'm done :-)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Author Notes: Timelines totally skewed in the quest for quality femslash and because Gibbs likes redheads.
Summary: Gibbs really does like redheads.
Word Count: 564
When the elevator started down, Sharon's stomach stayed behind. Apparently the free coffee had not been all that digestible. She gripped Gibbs's arm for support.
"You all right?" he asked.
"Just a little giddy," she said. "I don't usually get like this."
"Something that's going around?"
She looked up at his intensely blue eyes and his boyish smile, and her head swam.
"I don't know," she said.
Then the elevator stopped and her knees buckled. Gibbs caught her around the waist as the door opened. The smell of his after-shave enveloped her.
"Is this your floor?" he asked.
It was all Sharon could do to nod.
"Left or right?" he asked.
"Left."
She made herself walk down the hallway, but she couldn't get her key in her lock. Gibbs took it from her and unlocked the door, then steadied her against the enthusiastic welcome of Wumpus and Hurkle.
"Dobermans?" he said with a laugh. "I expected poodles or pomeranians!"
"Dobies," she said. "Let them out, please."
She pointed at the sliding door that lead to the basement apartment's patio. Gibbs walked across the room, trailed by the two excited dogs, and opened the door for them, then came back to Sharon.
"Feeling better?" he asked.
"I haven't felt like this since I was a teenager," she said. "You must think I'm awfully... forward." He must think she was an utter slut, but Sharon didn't care.
"It happens to the best of us," he said. He touched her arm. She laid a hand on his chest, and suddenly her head swam and she felt herself blush as one tiny spasm shot through her, followed by a momentary gush of tears.
"Cry all you want," he said, and his fingers combed through her hair. "It's just the stress. If I had a boss like yours...."
"He's not usually like that," she told him. "He was having a very bad day." She wasn't sure why she was defending Chief Pope, but she would have done a great deal right then to keep Gibbs's hands right where they were.
"He was taking it out on you," Gibbs said. "He do that a lot?"
"Does your boss not do that sometimes?"
The look that flashed across his face was not anger, but hurt.
"She has a lot on her mind right now. She... she's very worried about... an old friend that she cares a whole lot about."
"Let's not talk about them," Sharon said.
"What should we talk about?" he asked, his grin returning. Sharon traced his lips with her fingertip, then, emboldened, reached up and kissed him. His eyebrows shot up, and then he kissed her back, hard, mixing the taste of him and his after shave and the free coffee all into a blur. She could not have stood had he not pinned her against the wall. Her chest brushed against his, and she squealed at the electric sensation. Strong hands grasped her waist and lifted her, pinned her higher, so that she was more... more accessible.
"You sure about this?" he asked, even as he peeled her clothing away.
"Oh, God, yes!" And she remained sure as their intensity built and swirled around them, until the very last moment when he slammed against her and gasped a name.
"Jenny!"