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Fire and Ice

Fire and Ice explores the world of Domestic Discipline and centres around the N.C.I.S. characters of Jenny Shepard and Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

N.B. These characters are the creation and property of Don Bellisario and CBS. I just like to borrow, play with and torture them before handing them back 😁😜




For those who are interested, I have recently updated this story on Fanfiction.net.

Chapter 28 has been published. Here is the link.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12098314/28/Fire-and-Ice


I thought I would also post a small snippet of this chapter below for those of you who may be curious as to the content and/or my writing style.


This scene is a flashback of my own creation set in 1998.


.....Taking a final swallow of her coffee, Jenny extricated herself from Gibbs' arms, put her coffee mug onto the coffee table and made her way to the small bathroom. 

When she emerged ten minutes later, having showered quickly, she took something from her overnight bag and laid it on the bed. Eyeing the object with some apprehension, Jenny wondered if she had done the right thing.

"Too late to back out now," she told herself taking a deep breath.

Hearing the sigh behind him, Gibbs turned around and his eyes widened in surprise. Standing next to the bed was Jenny, completely naked, her skin slightly pink from the heat of the shower and her hair falling loosely over her shoulders, stopping just short of her breasts. 

Feeling himself harden instantly, he rose to his feet and sauntered towards her keeping constant contact with the smouldering green eyes that fixed him seductively.

"I seem to be at a disadvantage," he said thickly upon reaching her. "I appear to be overdressed for the occasion."

"Easy to fix," she replied, lifting her hand and running her fingers over the soft material of his polo shirt.

As he made to unbuckle his belt, Jenny stayed his hands.

"Not yet," she whispered. "I have another surprise for you."

Raising a curious brow, Gibbs waited for her to continue.

"On the bed," she said quietly.

Turning his gaze in the direction her eyes suggested, he immediately eyed the object laid out for him. He looked back at her, confusion evident on his face.

"What's this?" he asked, reaching down a picking up the proffered gift.

"What does it look like?" replied Jenny, a hint of sass in her tone.

"Well…." said Gibbs, deliberately taking his time as he ran his finger and thumb over the smooth surface. "It looks to me like a leather paddle."

Continuing his inspection of the object, Jenny found her breath catching as she watched Gibbs run his fingers over the smooth suppleness of the black leather. She stared transfixed as his thumb traced the fine stitching that edged the rectangular shape and sighed deeply when his fingers and thumb met again on the thick handle that moulded so perfectly into the shape of his closed hand.

He looked up at her and she didn't miss the raw desire in his eyes.

"Where did you get this?" he asked, clearing his throat when the words came out in a hoarse whisper.

"I ordered from a magazine," replied Jenny, not taking her eyes from his.

Despite his curiosity in wanting to know what magazines Jenny had been reading of late, Gibbs pushed the thought aside and focused, instead, on the leather paddle in his hand. It was about three inches wide and twenty-six inches in length, eighteen of that being the actual paddle and the remaining eight inches making up the handle in which, if Gibbs felt correctly, was placed a piece of wood giving the handle some stability. The leather, he estimated to be about a quarter inch thick and, as Gibbs held it up and slapped it gently across the palm of his hand, he noted there was definitely some weight to it.

Not letting the paddle go, he again looked at Jenny.

"Why?" he asked.

Jenny shrugged.

"Why not," she said playfully, raising both eyebrows in unison. "I guess…well…I guess I was curious as to what it would feel like."

"There's only one way to answer that question," replied Gibbs as a wicked gleam sparkled in his eyes.....