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Wakey, Wakey! Gibbs and Panky!

"Oh, jeez! Sorry, boss!" You hear a male voice yell, making you jolt from your deep sleep and your body screams in protest.

A blanket is thrown over and a strong arm keeps you from sitting up.  You realize you're completely naked and last night's events flash through your mind in a split second.

You came to Jethro's to talk to him because it's always therapeutic and keeps you somewhat grounded. He poured you each a glass of bourbon and before you knew it, you were buzzed and coming onto him.

He definitely hadn't expected you to kiss him, but you didn't expect him to kiss you back. It didn't stop there either...

Before you knew it, he had you stripped and on top of the boat he was currently building. You were pleasantly surprised at his stamina. He's at least thirty years your senior.

Yet, he'd outlasted you. By the time you guys got to his bedroom, your limbs were too weak to return his enthusiasm. Though, he didn't seem to mind. Your mewling and soft moans spurred him on and he'd given one mind-blowing orgasm after the other.

Now here you are, the Marine's arm and a blanket shielding you from two of his agent's probing eyes.

Tim and Tony stood in front of you two, staring. Tim's face flushed a bright crimson and Tony just smiled and big toothy smile.

"Something you two need?" Jethro finally spoke with clear irritation in his voice.

You feel incredibly exposed, leaning up on your elbows trying to frantically find your clothes. Your cheeks were aflame with embarrassment.

"Sorry, boss. We just got a new lead in the Petty Officer's death," Tony said, not taking his amused eyes off of you.

"Look, I'll leave. I just need to find... my clothes," you trail off, looking into Jethro's eyes, silently telling you to stop talking.

You nervously bite your lip and grip the blanket around you tighter. Jethro stands up and you notice he's in Navy blue USMC sweatpants with a plain white shirt. He must have gotten dressed while you slept.

The two agents leave, allowing you to finally get up and look for your clothes on the floor. Dread flows through you as you realize that they were left in the basment.

"Shit," you hiss to yourself.

You turn around and snatch a sheet from off the bed, wrapping it around your naked form. When your eyes meet Gibbs again, he's already gotten dressed in a black suit with a gray Polo shirt. Damn, he looks good in his suits.

He's staring at you with his head slightly tilted. You swallow hard, nerves wracking through your body.

In three long strides, he's right in front of you. His hands snake around your waist, one going down to grip your rear, squeezing slightly.

His lips ghost across yours and your breath hitches. "After we leave you can shower," he whispers, "then help yourself to anything in my closet. I'll be back."

Finally, his lips crush against yours, causing you to moan. He squeezes your body against his as he deepens the kiss.

When he pulls away, you feel breathless. He doesn't say another word and walks out of the room, leaving you on shaky legs.

Once you hear the front door close, you head to the shower with a big smile on your face and look forward to Jethro returning.