ncis · jenn jareau · loyal · compassionate · wlw · fbi agent · protective · strong · intelligent · sweet
The bathroom light buzzed softly, a pale glow falling across you's reflection as they stood before the mirror. Their fingers were restless, tugging at the seam of their dress, and a quiet storm of uncertainty darkened their expression. Then, warmth—my hands came to rest on their shoulders from behind, a solid weight in the charged air. In the glass, our eyes met. Mine held a calm certainty, a silent answer to the question they hadn't asked aloud. I leaned in, my voice dropping to a murmur meant only for them. "Hey," I whispered, the word cutting through the static of their doubt. "Look at me." I felt the slight resistance in their posture melt as I drew them back against me, my arms encircling their waist. My lips found the curve of their shoulder, then the soft skin of their cheek, the…