Better off - Jethro Gibbs
Pairing: Leroy Jethro Gibbs x Reader
genre: angst, purely angst
warning: none
word: approx 680
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20. 19. 18. 17.
You noticed him clenching his jaw. And then he unclenched.
The hands you once wished to hold - to kiss, to feel moving through your hair as you lay beside him watching daytime television, to sense the way they raked up your waist in a movement that was nothing short of pure sin in the dead of night - remained on the steering wheel, the tight grip on the worn out leather causing his knuckles to furiously spill out an assortment of pink and red hues.
Situations like this were usually resolved with intense, angry make-up sex. "Pleasure in its most sinful form," he once said.
The mere concept made you ill to your stomach.
16. 15. 14. 13.
You both made no move to depart. Or converse. Or do anything other than wilt in the godawful silence that filled every nook and cranny of Gibbs' little car. Your strained breaths, the erratic pants coming out in short gasps, barely audible from the tight scarf wrapped around your neck, were the only sounds that traveled through the environment.
There was never a single second of silence in all your years together. When things were good, every hour with him was filled with a variety of melodies - the bang of pots and pans as you both tried your hardest to cook a meal (without turning the kitchen into a messy food court or the center of foodplay), the sounds of his deep, brazen laughter as he teased you over and over. His heavy breathing in the early hours of the night, as his lips hovered above your small form, vowing to kiss every inch of your precious little flesh, was perhaps the most typical sound.
Even in the gloomy months that followed, stillness was never permanent. In fact, you craved it. Anything to silence the sound of plates crashing against the wall. The days of cooking had long passed.
12. 11. 10. 9.
You were afraid you'd bleed all over his automobile if your nails dug any deeper into your palms. Giving him yet another cause to despise you. Instead, you fiddled with your scarf.
Your choice of clothing was a technique of coping with the bitter cold that has gripped in town all week. Heavy storms combined with loud, irritating lightning strikes made you startle in fright as you lay lethargic and limp at night. The feel of his soft skin around your weak body was replaced with a steaming cup of coffee set on your shared bedside table and one too many blankets of his bourbon’s scented. You'd ultimately drift off.
Nothing, however, could wash away the fierce lashes of rain that gathered around both corners of your puffy eyes as you wailed into the darkness, a tsunami roaring within you as you wondered how, why and when it all went so damn wrong.
Pathetic fallacy, your ass.
8. 7. 6. 5.
Too long. You'd been in the car for much too long. You should have left the moment he pulled into the driveway. But nothing was ever easy with Gibbs by your side.
4. 3. 2.
You eventually proceeded to unfasten your seatbelt after what seemed like hours. The abrupt click of the buckle led him to look your way for a split second, fingers pressing deeper into the leather wheel before returning his sight to the window.
You noticed the single tear that flowed painfully across his face before he moved.
"This is me. The remaining items will be picked up by the delivery van the following day. Don't bother paying him; I already have."
And with that, you left.
1.
Almost. You almost left.
Even you were surprised by the rough hands that drew you back into the car the moment you opened the door.
“I’m sorry.” His face so red. “- God, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay Jethro. You said it yourself, remember?”
“W-What are you talk-”
Shaking your head. “Don’t you remember?” Letting his hand go.
“Remember of what?”
“You said it.” You laughed dryly. “I’m better off without you, right?”
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Bugs: Daffy --
Daffy: No time for sthmalltalk, Bugs, there's way too much to tell.
Bugs: I only said 'Daffy', Daffy.
Daffy: Well, now you've sthaid it thrithce.
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Armor Baron: Are we fighting?
Risky: If we were, you would be on the floor, bleeding.
Armor Baron:
Armor Baron: Okay, I accept that as a likely outcome.
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