Bad Mood Blues
I had two requests from Anons and they fit together really well so! Here ya go!
Request 1 “a really smutty one with Gibbs? Either at his house or in the bullpen when no one else is around?” Sorry it’s not really smutty but it’s got some action!
Request 2 “ Gibbs imagine please where he’s angry at work and his secret girlfriend who’s one of the members of the team helps him?”
“What crawled up your boyfriend’s ass and died?” Tony asked, huffing as he dropped into his chair, flipping open a case file with a scowl. Your shoulders tensed but you kept your eyes on your computer, raising a single eyebrow.
“Boyfriend? Wasn’t aware I had one.” You answered dryly, biting down on the tip of your pen, trying not to give anything away. Luckily Tony was preoccupied with pouting.
“Gibbs!” Tony hissed, “He’s been in a foul mood all morning.” You snorted, glancing over at him finally with a dramatic eyeroll.
“Not my boyfriend!”
“Yeah well he only listens to you, so turn that charm on and go remove the stick from his-”
“Tony.” Gibbs cut him off, storming into the bullpen and even you couldn’t help but frown slightly. So, DiNozzo was right, someone was in a bad mood.
“Boss..” He mumbled giving you a sharp look, and you shrugged your shoulders shaking your head. You and Tony slipped into a silent argument both giving each other pointed looks and gesturing wildly. You stopped when someone cleared their throat and both looked up guiltily to a stern looking Gibbs, no usual amusement hiding anywhere in that face.
“Are you two done acting like idiots?” You and Tony gave each other a hesitant look before answering completely opposite ways.
“Yes,” You nodded, trying to catch his eye and offer him a reassuring smile.
“No?” Tony asked, sounding much more like a question then a statement. You turned you head giving him a ‘really?’ look, before turning back to your boss.
“I think I’ve got a lead on the Patterson case, bank records aren’t matching up, boss.” Gibbs gave you a calculated look before nodding.
“Tell McGee.” And turning to storm off towards the elevator. Tony gave you another pleading look and you sighed, quickly getting up and following the other man, slipping into the elevator quickly when he didn’t even try and hold the door. You waited a second before leaning forward and shutting the elevator off.
“Obviously not.” You sighed, taking a step towards your boyfriend, taking the coffee from his hands, “Tell me what’s up?”
“I’m allowed to have a bad day, quit being nosy.” He snapped and you raised an eyebrow. You both silently regarded each other for a moment before he cracked a half smile. “I’m being an asshole?”
“Biggest one in town.” You agreed coming closer and giving him a quick kiss, “Tell me what’s wrong?”
“Just in a bad mood.” Gibbs hummed, hands going on your waist as he pulled you closer, lips finding yours again. “I’m sure it’ll pass…” He murmured before he kissed you long and hard. Sweet kisses slowly turning more and more frenzied as he tugged you closer.
Gibbs backed you into the wall of the elevator and you let out a moan, pressing close to him. Gibbs hands snuck lower, running over your bum before grabbing hold of your thighs and lifting you up, using the wall and his body to keep you elevated.
You let out a small squeal, dropping the coffee cup and cursing as Gibbs’ lips found your neck, kissing and suck, your legs wrapped around him to keep you steady. Gibbs pressed his hips into yours giving them a slightly roll, grinning when you let out a little whimper. He did it again, and was just ready to set a rhythm when something dinged above you.
At the ding your boyfriend groaned, pulling back, eyes closed as he rested his forehead against yours.
“What’s that?” you whispered voice breathy from all of the kissing and needy whimpering.
“Someone’s trying to use the elevator.” He murmured reluctantly setting you down. He gave you a once over, allowing his eyes to rest on the red marks on your neck before smirking, “We will finish this at home.” He announced before flipping the elevator back on again.
The doors sprung open and you jumped slightly, fixing your hair before pushing past a confused looking Tony. DiNozzo glanced after you, then looked at a much more calm and relaxed Gibbs, and then to the spilled coffee on the floor of the elevator.
“I- Uh, Nevermind boss, I’ll take the stairs… Leg day after all.” Gibbs was in a much better mood for the remainder of the day, and you were giddy and ready to get home and finish what you had started.