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Imagine Gibbs teaching you to work on the boat with him and things get steamy.
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To think, this had all started because you were having a rough night and the safest place you could think to go was Gibbs’ basement. He had put you to work almost immediately, somehow knowing that just what you needed to set your mind straight was to focus on sanding the boat. It had worked, too; you effectively were no longer thinking about what had been troubling you before you’d walked down those familiar steps of his.
Mainly because now you were faced with a bigger delimma: trying not to focus on just how close he was to you as he guided your hand along the boat, showing you how to properly work the sandpaper down and up it. At first, you’d brushed it off as a helpful gesture, completely void of lecherous intentions, but as your back relaxed into his chest and he didn’t pull away, you couldn’t help but get the vibe that he wasn’t staying this close just to teach you anymore. Gibbs was staying this close because he wanted to.
And you really didn’t want him to pull away.