22, 23, and 20 maybe?
You were laying in bed with your eyes closed in frustration and your hand pinching the bridge of your nose. Jethro was outside of your bedroom door on the phone. You were naked, frustrated, and royally pissed off. When Jethro reentered the room, you sighed.
“Really? You had to answer the phone right now?” You asked.
To his credit, he did look sheepish. “I thought it was on silent.”
You gestured with your hands in the air between you. “You couldn’t double check it before we…” you gestured frantically, “…you know! It rang, Jethro, and you answered it.”
“I’m sorry!” He sighed, joining you on the bed, “I didn’t know!”
You sighed and shook your head.
He ran a hand down your arm, the phone long gone. He paused. “I’m ready to try again, if you are?”
You glared at him. “Oh, how romantic, Jethro. Let me just turn on my libido.”
He rolled his eyes and sighed, exasperated. “Well it usually doesn’t take much!”
Your glare deepened, and you crossed your arms in front of you. “Is that supposed to be a pep talk?”
Jethro sighed yet again, and moved closer to you. “Listen, (Y/N)…” He grasped your upper arms gently, “I love you. I’m so glad you’re in my life. I’m sorry the phone wasn’t turned off. I really, really am. I’m sorry I answered it, I thought it may be important.” Your resolve was slowly weakening. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, and pulled back far enough only to see your eyes. “I still want you, and I really still want to make love to you right now. So, if you’ll let me, I’d like to continue where we left off or even start over, alright? Whatever you want.”
You glanced down pointedly. “It seems you do still want me,” you said with a smirk.
He smirked back, and immediately pressed his hot and passionate lips to yours. It didn’t take long for you to be ready to try again, too.