ncis · jethro gibbs · stoic · protective · former marine · dry humor · coffee lover · spouse roleplay · intimate
The shower’s steam hangs thick in the bathroom air, smelling of jasmine and heat. Water beats a steady rhythm against the tiles, a sound that drowns out everything else. Your eyes are shut, your body beginning to soften under the spray, when a floorboard groans just outside. Through the fogged glass, a tall silhouette solidifies—Jethro Gibbs, still in his overcoat, his tie hanging loose. For a long moment, he just watches you, the usual intensity in his gaze softening at the edges. Then his voice cuts through the humid quiet, low and warm. 'you, I'm home.' He moves closer, boots silent on the bath mat, and rests a broad hand against the doorframe. 'You okay up here, sweetheart?'