When we got home, I put the twins in their room and Jethro stayed in the living room, just looking around. There was a mat in the middle of the floor for the twins to crawl around on, two walkers, two jumpers, and a double size play pen. There was a lot of new toys and I had a new picture of Jethro out for them. His back was to me when I came back down and I walked over to him, touching his shoulder gently. Jethro grabbed my wrist, roughly, and when his eyes met mine, he let go.
"Sorry." He whispered, looking away from me.
Jethro's Point of View
"Sorry." I whispered, looking away from (F/N). She sighed, grabbing my hand, and bringing me upstairs. When we got to our room, she unbuttoned the jumpsuit I was in and eased the top of it off my shoulders. Seeing the bruises, her eyes wandered and I lifted her chin, pressing a soft kiss to her mouth. Pulling away, she walked into our bathroom and I followed her, slowly. She was moving around, taking out my shaving cream and razor and starting a bath. When the water was at the right temperature and high enough, she turned to me and I undressed, fully. Sinking into the tub, I stopped (F/N) as she went to leave,
"Stay." She smiled at me and began undressing, slowly. Before she got into the tub, she put her hair into a messy bun. She got into the tub, sitting between my legs and reaching over to lather my beard. Staying quiet, I let her angle my face and she rinsed her hands. When she flipped open the razor, she held it out to me and I looked at her, nodding. Slowly, (F/N) began to shave my beard and took care at my jawline, Adam's-apple, and neck. When she finished, she closed the razor and put it on the sink. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she sighed and whispered,
"There you are." Pulling her closer, I slid her onto my lap and rested my hands on her waist, silently. Leaning down, I pressed a hard kiss to her mouth and (F/N)'s fingers laced through my hair, cupping the back of my head. Her legs wrapped around my waist and I reached over, pulling the plug. Pulling away, (F/N)'s eyes searched my face and just as she went to lean back in, one of the twins started to cry. Sighing, she stood up and dried herself off, then pulled on a robe. Watching her leave, I felt my heart clench and I grabbed a towel, drying off myself. Going into our shared room, I pulled on some boxers and sweatpants. I could hear (F/N) talking to the twins, softly, sniffling every now and then. Walking across the hall, I leaned in the doorway and watched her bounce Jackson.
"Daddy's home now." (F/N) whispered, her voice catching and Jackson's eyes looked over her shoulder to me, immediately.
"Ma...Ma." Jackson cooed, softly, making my own breathing stop and (F/N)'s voice called, over her shoulder,
"It's not really a word. Just something he picked up on while you were away."
"And Ann?" I asked, walking over to Ann's crib and watching her sleep, quietly.
"Nothing yet. She liked that picture of you. Basically refused to let it go, unless she was asleep." (F/N) finished, putting Jackson back in his crib and looking at me, quietly. Turning to her, I stayed quiet and she looked down at Jackson, tucking him in.
"Shh. Sweet boy." (F/N) whispered, as he started fussing and when she brushed some of his brown hair out of his face, he nuzzled into her hand. Something I often did when I was missing her touch. She began to hum and I wrapped my arms around her waist, watching as Jackson fell back asleep.
Leaving them, we went back into our room and (F/N) changed into one of my button downs, it was huge on her. Sitting on the bed, I watched her pull on some underwear and when she turned back to me, she sighed. Sliding into my lap, her arms wrapped around my neck and I wrapped an arm around her waist, silently. Burying my face in her neck, I laid back and pulled her with me, groaning softly.
The next few days, (F/N) and I were home, Grace was checking up on me through her. (F/N) stared at me a lot for the next few days, so did the twins. Ann and Jackson seemed to be in this state of shock while I played with them, quietly.
Two months later. The first time I felt like the world was crashing down was when I was making lunch for everyone. My chest tightened, ears ringing, and shortness of breath. Heading down to the basement, I poured myself a glass of bourbon and tried to calm down, alone. It took around twenty minutes and (F/N) was calling for me from upstairs. When I came upstairs, (F/N) was turning down the heat on the stove and sighing, when I spoke,
"Sorry. I lost my train of thought. The twins okay?"
"They're fine. Are you?"
"I'm good." (F/N) didn't believe me, but she didn't mention it. She just leaned in and kissed me, softly, before going back upstairs. The next time I felt that panic, I woke up in bed and as much as I tried to not wake (F/N), she knew the signs of anxiety. She stood up and opened our bedroom window, pulling me out of bed with her.
"You aren't locked up here, Jethro. We can go for a walk if you want." Shaking my head, (F/N) continued to talk and I felt my heart rate begin to slow down, gradually. When I calmed down, (F/N) ran her fingers through my hair and pulled me down to her, softly kissing me. Placing a hand on the back of her neck, I deepened the kiss and (F/N)'s fingers curled into my hair, as I pressed her back against the wall.
***Warning: Sexual Content***
Grabbing her thighs, I wrapped her legs around my waist and ground my hips into her own, forcing a moan out of her. I wasn't wearing a shirt and (F/N)'s hands wandered to the tie of my sweats, tugging the knot loose. Carrying her over to our bed, I kissed the side of her neck and stopped at her pulse point, sucking a hickey there. Pulling away from her neck, I began to unbutton her shit (my shirt) and kissed the new skin that was exposed, leaving a trail of marks. Since I had gotten back, (F/N) didn't push me into anything and even sex was something she treaded lightly about. So, when I knelt between her legs and stared down at her, nearly bare body. (F/N) reached out and her fingers brushed against my hip bone, asking,
"Are you sure about this, Jethro?"
"I've missed you, baby." I replied, reaching out to her and pulling her underwear off, slowly. (F/N)'s face flushed and I took off my sweatpants, slowly. Throwing both my sweats and her clothes off the the side, commanding,
"Scoot up." (F/N) moved up the bed and when she was far enough, I wrapped my arms around her thighs. Lacing her fingers through my hair, I licked her slit and took her clit into my mouth, sucking.
"Jethro~" She moaned. Pushing two fingers into her, I felt her fingers tighten and her walls flutter. Establishing a fast rhythm, I wanted to make her go over the edge and got my wish, feeling her tighten.
"I forgot how good you taste, sweetheart."
Pulling away from her, I moved up her body and shed my boxers off, quickly. Pushing into her, I groaned and her legs wrapped around my waist, as I started thrusting. (F/N)'s hand went up to the headboard and she moved her hips in sync with mine, meeting me halfway.
"Oh, God." (F/N) moaned, eyes rolling back into her head and scratching my back, making me wince.
"Sorry." She muttered, making me smirk and shake my head, leaning down. Kissing her neck, I switched our positions. Laying on my back, I pulled her on top of me and her being on top of me made me reach deeper inside of her. Placing my hands on her hips, I guided her movements and pushed my head back into our pillows, groaning. Her hands laid on my chest and she began to ride me, slowly.
"Jethro~" (F/N) panted out, warning me and I moved my thumb to her clit, rubbing it. This made her twitch and she tightened around me, but my next words pushed her over the edge,
"Let me feel it, (F/N). Feel you." She tightened around me and moved one of her hands to her mouth, muffling her moans. Sitting up, I continued thrusting into her and she wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me. Laying her down, I kept her thighs apart and began driving into her, chasing my own release. Slowing down, I went to pull out and (F/N) grabbed my thigh, whispering,
"I want it." Growling, I leaned down and littered her neck with hickeys, continuing my thrusts. Grabbing her left hand, I linked our fingers and felt her tighten once more, throwing me over the edge. Filling her, I thrusted one more time and panted out,
"I love you." Rolling off of her, we caught our breath and as if on cue, Jackson started calling out,
"Mama! Mama!" (F/N) sighed and sat up, grabbing her clothes. As she got redressed, I watched the way she moved and the marks now littering her skin. Following her lead, I pulled on my boxers and sweatpants, going across the hall. (F/N) was holding Jackson bouncing him and I leaned in the doorway, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Jethro, I need a shower. So, help me." (F/N) whispered, making me chuckle and come over. Helping her to put Jackson back to bed, I hummed to them and Jackson fell back asleep, quickly. Going back over to our room, (F/N) started a shower and I wrapped my arms around her waist, asking,
"Want me to join?"
"Hm. That doesn't sound half bad, handsome." She replied, turning around and linking her fingers behind my neck.
"I'm glad you agree." Leaning down, I kissed her and began to undress her, again. When we were both naked, I picked her up and we had a nice long shower.
Reader's Point of View
"Nice hickey, (F/N)." Leon teased the next day at lunch. Touching my neck, I blushed and looked away, replying,
"Shut up."
"I take it, Gibbs, is feeling much better."
"Yes, he is." Jethro's voice called, catching both of our attentions and Leon smiled, greeting,
"Gibbs. Glad you're feeling better."
"Me too, Director. I actually have a favor to ask."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Come be our witness."
"Witness?"
"Jethro-"
"(F/N) and I are gonna go to the court to get married tomorrow. Already got Ducky to agree."
"Well, how could I say no to that?"