Coffee

"Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs." He heard his name roll of your tongue with such ease that people passing might think it was her own. You sauntered into his office and sat yourself right down on Gibbs' lap like you belonged there more than even his own pants. He rolled his eye and wondered why he loved you so much. Then he realized the answer was in the question and the reason for it. 

He was on the phone when you came in and he had no intentions of hanging up and giving you the satisfaction of getting what you wanted. Which was all of his attention. He did however place a strong hand on your thigh and squeeze. You smirked and Agents McGee and DiNozzo walked into the bullpen.

"Hey Boss and... boss's lap ornament," Tony smirked playfully. It was the first time they had come in only to find you perched in the boss' lap, playing with the end of his tie or some little thing on his desk while he was on the phone or working. The first time it had happened their jaws hit the floor and Gibbs looked up at them in that nonchalant way that dared them to saw something but wasn't outwardly threatening looking. He was confident enough in himself to not care what they said but authoritative enough to make them not say anything.

You of course were always testing the waters with their relationship. Even Jethro had now completely thrown out Rule #12 from his rule book, the agency-while they are more lax on it than they used to be- had not. They knew everyone in the office was to afraid of Gibbs to even think of reporting them. Hell hath no fury like a Gibbs scorned. That was why she could freely sit in his lap almost anytime you wanted. Which was usually every morning.

 But sometimes you liked to test the waters even more. Those times usually meant jumping him in the hallway and pulling him by his collar into the nearest supply closet for a hot and hasty make out session. Just enough to rumple his clothes, mess up his hair, and get him all worked up only to kick him out the closet and leave him standing dazed in the hallway, his ears turning bright shades of crimson as people walking by gave him knowing looks.

One time you kicked him out the closet and right into McGee who silently waited for his Boss to get off of him with an exasperated on his face but not a word out his lips. You were in big trouble with Gibbs that night. The good kind of trouble.

Today though...you wanted to do something really dangerous. Something no sane person would ever attempt in their lives. Not even the most suicidal of people would choose to do this. Only people who were completely crazy would do it.

So you did it.

You lifted up Agent Gibbs' coffee cup to your lips, never breaking eye contact with him. The whole room was quiet. He watched as you took a swig, leaning your head back to show him a better angle of your throat as you swallowed. He watched with burning intensity as you lowered the cup and licked your lips. A flame rose in his eyes.

For a few moments it stayed this way. Quiet, nothing even moved. McGee and DiNozzo watching and already planning your funeral. Then he spoke, but not to you.

"I gotta call you back," He said to the man on the phone and hung up.

"Get up." You didn't need to be told twice, you arose and took a step back. He then stood up and grabbed you by the wrist and started to drag you toward the hallway. "Boss? Where are you going," DiNozzo finally said something. Gibbs stayed silent but you knew exactly where you were headed.

"The nearest supply closet," You answered with a smirk just before Gibbs pulled you around the corner. 

I'M SORRY IF YOU HATE IT I JUST STARTED WATCHING NCIS AND IM OBSESSED AND THERE ARE SO MANY SEASONS HELP PLZ TELL ME YOU GUYS ARE IN LOVE WITH MARK HARMON BC HE HAS LIKE NO FAULTS. HE ONCE SAVED A CHILD, HE LOVES HIS DAD AND WAS A STAR FOOTBALL PLAYER, HE MARRIED MINDY FROM MORK AND MINDY, HIS DOG IS A RESCUE. NEED I GO ON?