Lols, smut 92 with Gibbs
92. “I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked.”
“Jethro, you did it again.”
The Marine lowered his book just enough for his eyes to peer over the top of it. You were standing in the archway with crossed arms, and Gibbs was tempted to ignore you. But that would make the problem worse, so he lowered the book the rest of the way. “What I do this time?” Jethro asked in a flat tone.
Standing to the side, you pointed to the kitchen. “When you’re done with a dish, you rinse it off so it doesn’t get stuck. Geez, it’s like living with a teenager.” Your eyes rolled at the comment before returning the glare back to Gibbs. “Go and rinse it off.”
Jethro blinked, unable to keep the smirk from appearing on his lips. “I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked.” The Marine commented.
Though, in hindsight, it wasn’t the best choice of words to reply with. “You’ll never know that feeling for a long time, if you can’t do what you’re supposed to.”
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