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Merry Christmas! =)

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... I love my minor XD

Today we have "The Dark Side" of the internet talk ^. ^

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Chacka lacka ° 0 °

Hehe ... had in recent days, a lot of time in school to draw First, Akira with braid. It looks like if they trained ^ 3 ^


Then a full body picture of Sakura. I think I should draw more different poses. Learn anatomy is never bad.


learn anatomy!! Ò / / / / O


Robin ^.
^ I like the sketch x3 It shows her vivacity. In Austria we say to people (more children) as their "Springinkerl" xD


It's really clean fun to draw Robin. Me go so easily from the hand ^ 3 ^

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The cockroaches Princess

I'm back ^ o ^ daaaaa
unfortunately I made almost no sketches in the last time. _. * Sigh *
but two I'm still for you ^ ^




Here is my current Lieblingspäärchen again ^ ^ (found to distinguish And sometimes .... if I'm already very tired (like now !!!!) I will either extremely perverse or stupid, just looooong.
The picture is probably a ergibnis of both
but must be revised! Ahahahaha!

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thought I'd get a few sketches for you: 3



Kaito and Miku \u0026lt;3 I think my Lieblingsvocaloid pair x3 (Though I also find it interesting Kaito and Haku.) had before, that image really colorn junkig ... Well, maybe ^ ^





Soo ... once in a Hisa x3 I think I will soon begin drawing their story. In any case, I begin to feel very much in the fingers





Again Hisa ° ^ °

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The world will perish! ° 0 °

Sooo once again what I ... At the moment I love the pairing of GintokixTsukuyo ... there are not many fans of it ... not even some Japanese fanarts I could find it ... naja Tsukuyo is also still a fairly new Chara ...
Then I'm just the first the stands something xD




Jaaaa wedding ... xD In Japan I have 4 or 5 weddings may experience short ... it had been so beautiful T_T ♥ Since I sometimes draw and the two who offered themselves naturally to this x3
is about two a screen xD °

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NCIS "Late knowledge"

Title: Late knowledge
Fandom: NCIS
Author: Kathy
Pairing: Jenny / Gibbs
Rating: 16
Content: Jenny leaves a night with Paris " almost consequences "pass through once again.
Disclaimer: The characters of the story based on the series "NCIS" (engl. title: NCIS).
The story was the sheer fun of the series and to write. It is used for commercial purposes. My only reward is hopefully a lot of nice feedback. May still emerging spelling and grammar errors are covered by artistic freedom and be mine
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Beta: THX to Mrs. Mallard

Prologue:
It is strange how almost-forgotten events, but one can employ sustainable. How do they do it suddenly, the decisions made in a different light to dive and catch a related thoughts again. How often do you wonder then, if one had done it with the knowledge of today different then. I do not know. I have no answer. Right now I only know that I am the evening with a glass of bourbon in hand alone spend in my office chair. That I actually wonder if my life would be so different if my decision at that time would have been different.

***

trust, a definition that I understood I had always to interpret in my own form. Interpreted in the form in which they cause the least damage was, and still had ready the best for me. A sort of confidence, of course I expected from others and received, I was even willing to give but not always. Out of pride, fear, out of ambition - I do not know. When I saw Jethro at the office I face, I could read even after all these years, the familiarity in the depths of his blue eyes. A trust, which I unfortunately did not always appreciate. A mistake, as I know today, but still I could not then otherwise. I know I can trust him with my life. Always and at all times he was and is there for me, but in Paris I had to figure out just what the right thing and especially what was most important for me.

Then:
It all started in a muggy night in Paris. The day had been oppressively hot, hardly a breeze wandered through the streets and alleys of the city. The warm air was like a second wall in front of the houses and took the body of any energy. Every movement and every handshake was dropped to. Even his own thoughts seemed caught in a warm haze. We were both exhausted. Almost all day we had been brooding in a hot car on the lookout. Even had the luxury of a cup with crushed ice, which Jethro to my delight, some worried where it did not manage to bring the hoped-for cooling. To this was close proximity to him, here after our first night together in Paris, not the partnership heartedness as in the beginning had. They had given an impassioned stress. A tension that could change, especially in situations like this with a good amount of adrenaline in a dangerous mixture. No matter how hard we tried, to let our personal feelings and emotions aside, they were still omnipresent. Every gesture, every touch and every little look of it was a wave of desire to move. A wave, which was hard to stop, and of which I knew it was just like him. Even though we almost never talked about it, but we were aware of the over. In quiet, free moments, we managed to give the whole an air of normality, satisfaction and happiness. Moments in which we succumbed like two ordinary people the magic of the city of lovers. Romantic dinner, where we sat together and laughed together. Long walks along the Seine, where we just silently enjoyed our happiness go hand in hand. Passionately lived through nights that we forgot everything around us. Moments, as beautiful memories stick in the memory remained. I do not know how long we have been waiting on this one evening. As long as we watch the inconspicuous jewelry store in a small side street. I just know that everything went very fast. It must have been late, because hardly any people were on the road. Only a few scattered pedestrians who, searching in vain, after cooling, were staying in the open air. The shutters of the jewelry store were closed long ago. Through the glass front door, a light beam fell on the road, suddenly after a long period of waiting went out. Two persons left the store and separated after a few steps. Our target turned into an adjacent lane. We did not have much time. We had to act when we do not want to lose. My nerves were stretched to rip, as we started with the weapon at the ready on the road. I still felt Jethro volatile, tender kiss on my lips before he jumped from the car and gave me to understand at a glance, to stay behind him for cover. Because we both had very accurate memories of Prague in the memory. The ball slammed into my thigh and the associated knowledge of their own vulnerability. The finding, inter alia, the trigger for both of us to cross the self-imposed rule - had been - no relationship with colleagues. As so often we got blind at this moment. It did not need many words to know what the other thought. And even if I spoke out against Jethro never over, I realized, despite his honest effort and concern in his eyes. His concern for me that showed me once more what I meant to him. The made me happy and satisfied. Although concern has always been visible in his eyes, she had become aware of me as an afterthought. Like the many little things that I always had taken for granted. His empathy, his tenderness and gentleness, which he never was on public display and kept mostly hidden. Things that you learn to appreciate until you lose it. Slowly, his finger ready on the trigger, I crept along at some distance behind him. Pursued his every move, trying some of the rest which he aired absorb into me. The dark shadow of the houses gave us cover, but also difficult to look at our target. After a few steps the man had disappeared into nothingness. The street was empty, only a cat mewl penetrated our ears. But obviously we were discovered, because before we knew it, more balls hit to the right and left, before and behind us. Witted Jethro took me with him into a narrow house niche. Before I understood correctly, I even heard the shots of his gun. Shortly after that I had shot my clip is empty. Breathing heavily, we leaned, close to the other more than aware of close to one another. For a moment we both listened to the sudden silence when we heard a car drive up and forced us to re-shots for cover. The situation seemed hopeless, but we were literally trapped. But suddenly It was and remained silent. Only the subsequent squealing of car tires and the roar of an engine told us that we were alone again. Our target person had received some unexpected help and had escaped us. A short interlude not unknown to us during our agents time and yet again different. Different because the mutual concern about each other suddenly had received a much more important. My heart was racing fast. I took a moment to be able to think clearly again and breathed deeply. Only then did I notice the pain in Jethro's face, he looked like the lips pressed together and his hand was resting on the hip with blood. It was all gone so terribly fast. I had not noticed that he was injured. Fear suddenly seized upon me, even more intense than in the immediate moment of danger. The fear for him, the stronger and more powerful than anything else. As always, he tried to reassure me with a smile, but his blue eyes could not hide the pain. The teeth clenched, he pressed his hand firmly on the wound and gave me to understand that I should not even have the idea to bring him to the hospital. Since I knew saying that would bring us a hospital stay are tough questions, I brought him to the hotel. We had a good medical education and were also quite experienced in dealing with such situations, but I was treated some time later, barely able to his wound. My hands were shaking when I cut open the blood-stained shirt and the waistband of his trousers pulled gently over the hips. Jethro had the whole thing even after a pain pill that he took only reluctantly, and undergo a strong shot of whiskey rather than the left. He started of course when I disinfected the wound and bandaged with a compress. His look told me, however, that he seemed to enjoy this painful even touch, because his hands began to study to know whether I was also injured. He did not stop to signal exactly in spite of the pain of what he wanted. And despite the excitement of the last hour of me would really slow to give way, she built by his passionate touch it again, and at the same time completely differently. I enjoyed it to the fullest, and said it was only too happy to his claim. The frenzied palpitations important one expectant tingling, the underlying fear is an exhilarating feeling of happiness and a liberating instinctual tension relaxation. We made it in the noise that night without caution to forget everything around us. A noise that I was almost fatal and let me think inevitably as to whether it was all worth it to me and it really was what I wanted.

***

I still remember the weeks after. It went on hectic, nerve-wracking and dangerous. No date on which it was not to make an important decision. be unmasked is hardly a day that we were not about to. enough to where only a small error would have to leave us either dead fish from the Seine or the rest of the time in a French prison to spend. Weeks of mental stress, which introduced me and my feelings for Jethro to the test. Stress, not only me but my body did very upset. Although I longed at that time more than ever for his presence, his touch and his tenderness, I could not leave my skin and pulled me back from him. Of course he did not escape my restraint. He wanted to know what was wrong with me and it hurt me to see his disappointment. He knew me well enough to see that my protestations that all was in order, only excuses were. Even alone at the twitching of my eye he saw well that I did not tell him the truth, they did not tell him. The ongoing events kept us happily for me, but so much breath that it was no time, more research on the why. For the reasons that made me go to him at a distance. How could I tell him also require that something had happened, what had thrown me completely off track? How could I tell him that my period had failed and I was afraid of him to be pregnant? Pregnant? Unimaginable, but we find I, except for this one fatal Night, had always been careful and it really could not have happened. How should I tell him that I was not with the idea to have children make friends, could? I realized once again that it was not what I wanted. I was not ready to commit myself to someone and I would certainly not associated with the life consequences. That was not the goal, which I followed. In my direction no place for a family and children equally was not. How should I handle it, but where I had myself too much afraid of the truth? Afraid of the consequences if it had come true. Fear, the decision I would have inevitably have to make. Which would probably been easier for him than me, which I wanted to leave him not. Because even though we had never talked about it, I knew very well that he would have liked more from our passionate love affair. But as far as I wanted it not be to come. So that all my dreams were all my own goals has been made suddenly dashed. At this time I was too selfish to take his help and confidence to deliver. I wanted to make the decision without his knowledge. A decision to me, at that time because of a soothing, negative outcome of a pregnancy test, spared. A decision I have made but ultimately it helped and that I'm getting further and further from the man I loved away.

***

Epilogue:
What is left of it to me today is the question of whether time I was at a positive outcome for it or would have chosen not to. A question which I will probably never find an answer and I too, love my peace of mind, would rather not see. I would not say I regret anything in my life. I've achieved everything I want to achieve. And yet I wonder if it was worth it. Whether it really was right to trade on the possibility of security and family for career, loneliness and a glass of bourbon?

> END \u0026lt;

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NCIS - Agent DiNozzo - On the lookout: o)

Title: Agent DiNozzo - On the lookout
Author: Kathy
Genre: Action / Humor
Raiting: FSK 12
Notes: A very spontaneous, tiny idea. Because who does not know him that moment to lie in wait? If you have read the story, you know what I mean determined
Content: Tony lies in wait.
Disclaimer: All characters and all rights Navy CIS to include CBS, Paramount and Belisarius Productions. This fanfic was written just for fun and not trying to earn money. Any similarities to persons living or dead are coincidental and unintentional. All other characters are the property of the author. My only reward is hopefully a lot of nice feedback

* * At the lookout

Everything around me seems to stand still. I take nothing and no true around me. My senses are sharpened and highly concentrated. Any sound to my ears. Only the beating of my own heart resonates in them again. I can understand the excitement formally . Feel The trembling of my hands, the vibration of my knee. My eyes fix a certain point. Everything is all about. I hardly dare to breathe. Trust me not to move, not to make even the smallest movement. It is only this one occasion. to this one chance to end it. Here and now. Once and for all. I do not want it to really need to do, but too long I wait. As long as I long for the moment. The moment when I manage to be the winner. Finally, after all the frustration and time that irritating I have to make it easy this time. No matter what happens, I'm going to win this fight! I carefully let my eyes wander, while the target exactly in his sights. My nose itches with excitement. I could feel like the wings twitch and make a sneeze all to naught. Again, I focus solely on it. Ignore the annoying tingling, pain in my neck and strained my clenched teeth. In my mind I raise my hand and pick out the beat. The success of my mission close before his eyes. Internally, I can already feel the joy in advance. A liberating feeling - satisfaction. Same, the same .... But then - a loud bang, a slight concussion. Another powerful hand raced down, met immediately before I believe their goal and made in a split second all my hopes to naught. The shock makes me move together and expose my heart for a moment. He drives a cold sweat on his neck and will mess up my thoughts. Disappointment all round. It's over. Tot. I can not believe it. Only a careless moment, and all for free. Why he and not me? It was my job - my decision - my struggle.

"NCIS," urges my name loudly and strongly to my ear. I detach his eyes from the creature in front of me and look at. Straight into two piercing deep blue eyes. Reading is impatience may have no answer. Too deep or the shockwaves through the already staged. Disappointed, I raise my shoulders and ask with a silent gesture to end it at least allowed. Again, I harvest a through and through continuous hard look. Uncertain I try to bring a smile, while the thumb and index finger of my hand to move the start position. With a quiet sigh, I let out my air suspended and snap as loosely as possible, the dead fly on my desk.

> END \u0026lt;

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NCIS "encounters"

Title: Encounters
Fandom: NCIS
Author: Kathy
Category: SC
Pairing: Gibbs /? (Ex-wife No. 1)
Content: Gibbs' ex - wife No. 1 recalls a chance encounter at their joint marriage.
Disclaimer: All characters and all rights to Navy CIS include CBS, Paramount and Belisarius Productions. This fanfic was written just for fun and not trying to earn money. Any similarities to persons living or dead are coincidental and unintentional. All other characters are the property of the Author. My only reward is hopefully a lot of nice feedback
Beta: THX Mrs. Mallard

A signature followed by a stamp on a white piece of paper seal: it's over - separated and divorced forever. Listless I take the form to me and leave the room. The verdict is to add nothing to add. Sometimes you are so stupid and commit the same mistakes again and again. Such is a life, because I can not change anything. No longer. Maybe I'm smarter next time - or not. Probably not, because after all I should have to know the first time, even if at the time in my eyes, everything seemed so perfect. From the second time to mention, since I suffered my own fatal mistake itself a consequence which prompted me to terminate the marriage itself, as opposed to my first, I secretly still a little rough night.

My road leads me into the great hall of this old building. The walls are so thick that there is no air conditioning is needed and I am afraid for a moment, with my newly acquired freedom to step out into the warm summer air. While I still hesitant and stow the form in my pocket, my eyes fall on a waiting red-haired woman. She is dressed smart casual, has an oval face, seems, their body posture after neat to have temperament. Something about her reminds me a lot to me. Maybe it's the red, long hair, I wear a lot shorter in the meantime. Maybe it is the uncertain look in her eyes, makes me suspect that they do not like to be here want to be. But I can of course also be wrong and should not come from me and my first marriage. Who knows what in many other Ehen geschieht. Schließlich gehören immer zwei dazu, wenn es etwas schief läuft und man diesen endgültigen Schritt geht.

Ungeduldig schaut sie immer wieder zwischen der Eingangstür und ihrer Uhr hin und her. Es ist offensichtlich, dass sie den Termin, den ich gerade hinter mir habe, noch vor sich hat. Allerdings scheint sie, im Gegensatz zu mir, auf ihren Gegenpart warten zu müssen. Ich kann mir vorstellen, wie ärgerlich das ist, wenn man es endlich zum Abschluss bringen möchte. Oder, so wie ich vor einigen Jahren, es wegen eines begangenen Fehlers zu Ende bringen musste.

Doch im Gegensatz zu damals, war es mir dieses Time does not matter. This time I was more than sure and wanted it. I had all the documents, all the signatures together and had to quit it only with my own signature. When I was first here, I am anything but an easy one, because basically I did not want that ended it so. But I knew I could not change that, no matter how much I hoped and wished me well, no matter what I said and what I did. It was over. I had made a serious mistake for which I had to pay off with my marriage.

I still stand here in the great hall of the courthouse. Because I'm free that day and therefore not 'm in a hurry, I let my curiosity get the upper hand and await with interest who will probably be the man that releases the good-looking redhead. Finally, the market for me is now re-opened and it can, despite all good intentions, not harm, the "virgin" to consider before in advance. I move a little out of sight of the woman, but still good enough to keep the revolving door entrance in the eye. Strangely enough, my thoughts wander back here. At the time several years ago when I, as well as the woman now, finally waiting on that input stood.

***

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After spending two years in a military hospital in Germany, I decided it was time to return back home. What presented itself to be better than working as a nurse escort of returning war wounded from Kuwait? Together with two other sisters and a doctor, I accompanied five seriously injured Marines from Frankfurt to Washington. My particular attention was a silent, introverted young Marine, whose sad blue eyes I just can not let go. As far as I knew he was in a serious explosion, long Time was unconscious and then stabilized at least so far has been to bring him back home. Although we had to do with the injured hands full, but I devoted myself primarily the Gunny, who seemed anything but to look forward than to be alive. He had something about him that fascinated me and captured. I wanted to help him, the pain he felt not only physically obvious to alleviate, even if at that time I did not know how.

The coincidence would have it, I soon after my service in Bethesda Naval Hospital and was able to continue just came in the department, in which one Gunnery Sergeant Leroy Jethro Gibbs on the other had taken treatment. I was surprised and pleased to be the same, to see the young man again, but secretly I was often caught thinking about it. Even though he, unlike me, on anything, let him but it seemed a little pleased to see a familiar face. He did not talk much, and yet I was always there when he needed something. It made me happy for him to be there, even if I could unfortunately not be there for him as intensely as I have at this time would have been like. Despite severe injuries made his recovery is progressing well. He had, even if it did not look at the beginning and I almost feared, he could do to something, an iron will. A strong will, which ultimately kept him alive. I have to date never know really what happened to him at that time during the war. What really happened, and threw him so much off course. I just know that I did not simply left to its fate could not and would be there for him. Although I knew that he frequently resisted the will of the doctors, I helped him, despite medical ban, come quickly back on their feet. I thought it would help him and show him that I was there for him. But when I, after a couple of days off was told that Jethro were released from the hospital at his own request, was broke a world together for me. I had stumbled on the head. Suddenly he was gone - without a word of farewell - simply disappeared. I confess that I was very angry and disappointed, and I realized right at that moment was the first time what had happened. I had fallen in love with this mysterious, silent, good-looking Gunnery Sergeant.

not know how much time between my disappointment and surprise of his sudden call was passed. I only remember, I could say nothing of sheer fright and he told me then unceremoniously invited to dinner. An invitation followed the next, we flirted, we kissed and made love. I was floating on cloud nine. I did not ask what happened at that time or where he had been in the time after his hospital stay. I accept it, as he was, his reticence and his silence. I thought that he would open himself to me at some point in time when the wounds had healed. A hope that I took in our marriage and to which I clung to me all the time. There were many wonderful moments in which I believed and was firmly believe that we would have made it. But then again followed a period in which he excluded me pursue them, pondering his hobby and sank entirely into his new job. A time in which he gave me the feeling of not more properly belong to him. We talked, laughed and slept together, but despite everything we lived past each other. I did not know what was in it before and it is not what is in me. More and more often struck me on the idea that our marriage was a mistake perhaps. Even if I did then, more than anything wanted in the world, I have realized in hindsight that Jethro is not an established relationship in fact able was, and perhaps would never be capable. There were so many references in its closed nature, which I would have to be suspicious. But I wanted to see not just at the time. I was in love, too selfish and blind to it. It was so obvious. He never really dropped sadness that I always hoped to sell, may someday. The endless longing in his eyes, into which I fell in love from day one, and the constant search for something that he seemed to have lost. I remember well that I had him at some point it directly approached and asked to finally talk to me. to tell me what time in the desert was done. to tell me what it even after two years is still threatening to devour within. It verges on obsession, that I wanted to understand him and help him. But he never read it correctly. Although he told me of his comrades and his friends. Some of which he had rescued wounded and others who had died in his arms. From the grief, pain and rage he felt it and yet I felt that this was not all. That's just the tip of the iceberg was his pain. As much as I tried to penetrate more deeply to him and to persuade them to open up to me, the more he closed up. I asked about his family, friends, acquaintances He wandered off, went over the questions or changed the subject. I turned on the most daring conjectures of unhappy childhood to unrequited love. But instead of answering, he often gives me just a mysterious, sad smile.
was more and more aware that I could not live longer. I longed for more - for openness, understanding and security. For something that I could not give Jethro apparently from deep within. Something I believed he had found during a three-month absence from the service to him in the arms of another man. I still remember, it was not planned and no long-running affair. It was a gaffe, which helped me to dispel the loneliness. One slip, which was a fatal mistake when he caught me with this man in the act. I secretly wanted Jethro punish me for the lack of security, but he did not deserve that we both had not seen and yet it had happened. I can still see his disappointed face in front of me. His blue eyes, piercing me, asking eyed and the icy look that was looking for my former playmates fled into the distance.

No matter what I did then, I could see, feel how much I had hurt him. I knew exactly even if I may not be as loved as I did, it hurt him. I had abused his trust, he betrayed and disappointed - a good committed to not resist-making errors.
It did me very sorry and I would have given anything else for it to make it good again. But it helped no words, no gestures and I knew from the very clear that there was no turning back. I had lost my chance - it was from.

***

Ironically, now, an eternity later, I stand here again, this time as a self-deceived. Again my eyes wander to the strange red-haired woman who is more impatient. I wonder me inevitably, what is the reason for the apparent from their marriage. Again, I remember the emptiness I felt after my first divorce, and lost the feeling of having something unique for ever. While I still revel in memories and have completely forgotten why I am actually been here, a slender man with gray hair comes through the revolving door. He wears a dark suit, limps a little and go with expressionless mine to the waiting woman. He keeps his distance, and welcomes it to her only briefly with the name Stephanie. I trust my eyes and has a surprised According to suppress. The phrase "The world is a village" seems to me at this moment more than apt, because I never ever had with my first ex - husband expected. Not even in my dreams I would have thought of Jethro to meet here today.

An unwanted noise but my hand directs his attention to me. Our eyes meet. I see his blue eyes, found a surprise, thoughtfully expressed therein. Me, it goes through hot and cold. He still has the power to make me shiver with just a glance, and yet it takes a moment to myself recognizes. A shy smile spreads across my face, which he acknowledged with a silent nod. More time than this cursory glance Contact us remains, since it's not - speaks woman from the side. She speaks softly. I understand their words do not only see her disappointed look and his irritated expression. It seems almost as if this marriage is also something went wrong, just as it was in ours. The question of whether there with him, as well as for me, is perhaps the second or the third attempt already imposes itself on me. But all I'll never know, because he follows her up the stairs to the end of her marriage to seal final. Undecided whether to go or perhaps better still to wait, I do not touch me from the place as Jethro once again turns to me. He gave me a smile at parting, and I know that both of us back then, even though it hurt to have made the right decision. We have tried, but it should not be. A sad realization, but it helps me to let go. I smile back and wink at him encouragingly, before I turn away and receive through the revolving door to a new stage of life going.

> END \u0026lt;

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books Meme

1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.
2) Italicize those you intend to read.
3) Underline the books you LOVE.
4) Reprint this list in your own LJ so we can try and track down these people who've read 6 and force books upon them ;-)
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1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien
3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling
5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
6 The Bible
7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell
9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott
12 Tess of the D'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy
13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller
14 Complete Works of Shakespeare
15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien
17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks
18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger
19 The Time Traveller's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
20 Middlemarch - George Eliot
21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell
22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald
23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens
24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
25 The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll
30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis
34 Emma - Jane Austen
35 Persuasion - Jane Austen
36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis
37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
38 Captain Corelli's Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne
41 Animal Farm - George Orwell
42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving
45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery
47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
48 The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood
49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding
50 Atonement - Ian McEwan
51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel
52 Dune - Frank Herbert
53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens
58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
60 Love In The Time Of Cholera
61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac
67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
68 Bridget Jones's Diary - Helen Fielding
69 Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie
70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville
71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens
72 Dracula - Bram Stoker
73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett
74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
75 Ulysses - James Joyce
76 The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78 Germinal - Emile Zola
79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
80 Possession - AS Byatt
81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens
82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker
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85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
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96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas
98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare
99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl
100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo

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third The Pillars of the Earth - Ken Follet
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NCIS [NCIS] shootout

Titel: Schusswechsel
Fandom: NCIS
Autor: Kathrin
Pairing: (Jibbs) Gibbs / Jenny
Kategorie: Sonstige Storys
Inhalt: Ein kleiner Ausflug mit Jethro und Jenny in die ehemalige Tschechoslowakei
Disclaimer: Alle Charaktere und sämtliche Rechte an Navy CIS gehören CBS, Paramount und Belisarius Productions. Diese Fanfic wurde lediglich zum Spass geschrieben und nicht um damit Geld zu verdienen. Jegliche Ähnlichkeiten zu lebenden und toten Personen sind zufällig und nicht beabsichtigt. Alle weiteren Charaktere sind Property of the author. My only reward is hopefully a lot of nice feedback
Comment: There was this exchange of words in the episode 3x08 (Gold Heart) brought my imagination to work. Be careful, I have no idea if hinhaut not have the time or rail. I siedle the action now just as history before Paris. How and what happens to the two, read yourself ..

Jenny: "This reminds me of our deployment in the former Czechoslovakia
Gibbs:" You've got a bullet in the leg. "
Jenny:" I had the same sinking feeling as now. "

Prague in autumn 1998:

For weeks Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs Jenny Shepard and his partner were now already undercover across Europe on the move. from Budapest to Vienna to Bratislava and Prague now. Certainly not the final destination of their journey, the Russian Mafia is always hot on their heels. To her annoyance, but never close enough to bring the contract to completion and to make the principal architect of secret attacks and weapons find. He was so far ahead of them always one step and Bratislava was their only viable trail they had been from him. According to an informant had their Target person but now in one night and fog action abruptly canceled after Prague. To book a flight via Vienna to Prague, they did not have enough time, so they had to do with an old Mercedes to a 350-mile trip to Prague. They reached until late evening, the golden city. After a more or less sleepless night in a cheap flophouse on a disco in the red light district of Prague the next morning they both sat in a small cafe overlooking the Charles Bridge.

silently with a cup of hot, hot coffee in his hand looked at Jethro his partner over carefully. Tired and with a suppressed yawn Jenny pushed her sunglasses on her nose. "What's wrong?" She asked, feeling somewhat uneasy under his critical eye. They worked together for a long time and spent the last weeks and months together almost day and night. They were a team in which everybody could blindly rely on the other. But recently there was something else. There was more than trust and friendship. There was this feeling. This feeling that Jen shuddered every time he looked at her. Sun looked like now. The look she could not be interpreted and brought them mixed up. But probably it was the only one and all the members were stuck in their fatigue did the rest. They also believed Jethro well enough to know that he saw nothing but his partner in it. The same thing they set out on the basis of his 12th Rule * Fang never thought to see a romance with a colleague at .*, in him. So why should it suddenly change? Why should they now suddenly see with new eyes? That was completely impossible.

off the coffee cup, Jethro replied calmly with a slight smile: "Nothing. Why do you ask? "He had noticed very well that his pattern Santander look insecure Jenny, which was finally his intention. Although he knew very well as an agent, their impatient, sometimes a bit too spontaneous nature, she had also always confident and able to contribute with it. Properties that it came entirely as an agent for good, excited him, but also in order to lure them from the reserve. to test you and simultaneously to observe their reaction as a woman and not only the agent in it. For he saw clearly the woman in it, even if it seemed to be not confident. He saw a confident, attractive woman, who could be quite dangerous as a man and in some As had already become very dangerous.

"Oh, no idea," she bit and waved heartily in a jam scones. "I'm just completely closed. First we beat ourselves half the night looking for Karel around the ears and then we find nothing better than to stay at this flophouse. Sometimes I hate our job really. "

Jethro laughed" Look at it positively. A better starting point than the local red light district, we could find for more information but not "the same time he added:" It was, after all not know that for a trade show here, all other accommodations are completely booked, "before he snatched Jenny Brash oviposited hearty croissants and bit into it. Shaking his head, she pushed her sunglasses back up and punished him with an angry look. In situations like these, they would have missed him most like a slap, but she knew full well that he just drew. A little game they played lately often unconsciously.

"Could you please stay serious," snapped Jenny Jethro now a bit angry at. She had since they arrived in Prague a bad feeling. Your informant has not been found, and his previous, sudden call that an alleged transfer here and not to be held in Bratislava, it seemed very strange. Therefore, they could no longer keep their concerns for themselves. "Why are we here anyway? Can you please tell me the time? "

Confused Jethro looked at her and pulled the forehead wrinkles. Although they had been talking about all sorts of situations and absurdities and Jethro said their concerns in a way, he did not understand her question. "Um, maybe because we have a .... Tip got? ", He gave back sarcastically, and gave her a slightly amused look, what Jenny did even more crazy. Just what was going on with him? Did he not know that something mighty stank to heaven?
"Well and good, then tell me, what should we do now. The tip seems to me not much more value than the phone through which we receive it. "

Although Jethro was open to all and accepted their opinion, he liked the way she not at all went on. He was no friend of wrangling opinion, at least not what concerned the job, and that's what was his view at the moment out. His darkened mine and it was not difficult to see how he thought about it. "Wait," he replied succinctly, before he threw a few crowns on the table and rose to go.

Cursing Jenny twisted her eyes and followed him to the river bank. Her nerves were a little bare since the last few hours and actually they did not know why they fought at all. There was no real reason. Although her informant Karel had emerged yet, Jenny knew that was far from that they were here for free. On the other hand, there was this strange feeling that they just do not wanted to let go. A sense of what you said, purely instinctively that something is wrong. But that they were back at the point where they were far from unanimous, and inevitably clashed.

"Damn it, stay are kindly," she called to him softly, but dominant, just a short step. With frowning Jethro turned around and suddenly pulled her toward him. Jenny could feel his breath on her face, smelled the pleasant scent of his after shave, and heard her heart pounding louder. She was out of sheer fright not to react in the situation. This type of closeness She was not accustomed to it.

He urgently looked at his agent and made it abundantly clear in a quiet voice: "Stop telling me what to do! If you have concerns, then say it, but not so. "

had to swallow hard and angrily tore loose from his grip. "Just understand, boss!"
And although she really wanted to say more, they held back. Your wounded pride was stronger at this moment, as the reason to listen to their instincts.

Even Jethro was surprised, because he had everything else will respond as so hard. But now it was happening, and it could no longer be reversed. He felt even sorry, and he was almost trying to apologize, but her frosty face stopped him. He now had it. It was a mistake to play with her. A mistake of this very involved with them and especially to underestimate them. He knew exactly what she was strong personality and that she in all respects for a long time could reach the water. He just did not want to admit and could hardly handle it.

The rest of the day was rather quiet. Both had decided for themselves to each other to go out of the way and concentrate solely on their task. It was to do some errands to her relief at last came the awaited call from the informant and he told them that the transfer should take place in a night club. Since Jethro Karel fully familiar to any further comments Jenny bit back and let the impending action simply approaching. It would go wrong.

***

now it was evening, and both had as much as possible, prepared for their task ahead. With a satisfied smile Jethro looked at his partner, who in the meantime, a blonde Wig and was wearing a slinky evening gown. He preferred the casual casual wear with stubble, the Jenny, as he knew, except for the beard, did quite like him. Now she sat for an hour in her car observation post. The evenings were quite chilly around this time of year and Jenny shivering hunched shoulders. Jethro caring grabbed his jacket and laid it on his partner. She enjoyed his touch and gave him a grateful smile before she gently asked, "What do we do if anything happened here today? If ...?"

defenses raised Jethro the hand and gave her to understand to be quiet. This question he had during the last hour found himself several times, but was still sure that something would happen. Just what was the big question, because it also gradually overcame the feeling that something was wrong. Before the two in this regard, however, could again get into the hair, a black Honda pulled up in front of the entrance of the nightclub. Since they could not see from a distance who got out, they made their way to track what is happening on the ground continues. Their mission was clearly defined. For them this evening was just watching and collecting information. On No way they should intervene. But that would certainly are difficult because they had to come as close as possible to the target person approached.

The Special Agent handed the agent his arm and hooked it so right under with him. It gave her a little support, because she lied, she had said she was not nervous. Despite that excitement was not unusual for them, it was always different. There was an excitement to her senses sharpened, and they had to be especially attentive. This time, however, slipped yet another, new feeling in between. A sense what was it to notice at this time and their concerns never completely fades for a moment. It was a comforting thrill of it passed by, as Jethro touched her hand and she heard him say, "You look wonderful. Too bad that you have so few opportunities to wear the dress. "Accompanied by a light in his eyes that seemed to emphasize his words and yet you would have almost stolen the ground under the feet.

bit embarrassed Jen looked at him from the side. Any dispute arising from the morning was gone. Now there were only she and the mission she had run. "Thanks," gave it back with a quiet smile and squeezed his hand tighter than usual as they entered the nightclub.

A cloud of acrid smoke and fumes to meet them beat when they are distinguished by a red, thick curtain pushed into the interior. The club was well attended, but could not deny, despite numerous glitter and glow effects for a cheap feel. The guests seemed to be less disturbing, because the atmosphere was relaxed and the tables of the table dancers fully surrounded. Jethro's eyes fell on a young, slim, red-haired woman who very skillfully in the vicinity of a bent rod. Delighted the sight of him offered, he bowed his head slightly to see better. An inconspicuous firmer butt into the side of him, however, turn again Jenny. "We are not here for fun," she whispered to him and pushed him further towards bar

Jethro slightly twisted corners of the mouth and threw a glance back once more before he leaned toward her and kiss on the neck breathed. "Too bad, but I must be at least somehow get my cover up."

There it was again, that feeling did what they messed up. Of course it was only a disguise, a game played but what they do and it felt damn good and real.

watch attentively both people with a drink in the club. Now and then threw his Jethro a furtive glance in the direction of the red-haired dancer, and seemed absorbed in thought for a few seconds to as an agitated with briefcase and leather jacket clad figure of his attention. Silently he took Jenny's attention and pointed with a nod to him. Nodding, she took her purse and slowly disappeared in said direction. Jethro also followed her at a distance in the back rooms of the club. tried with a red velvet covered walls cozy atmosphere to mediate. This atmosphere, however, had by soft lighting and stale air rather than scary home.
Jenny felt her carefully hidden in a purse gun and went invisible as possible along a corridor. She felt the throbbing of her pulse and heard the beating of her heart in her ears. It was not the first observation exercise of this kind for them, and yet it was every time again. A challenge in which no one could say how it would go. But to all this there was always this queasy feeling that they have all the time did not want to let go and told her to be extra careful.

A noise was sit up Jenny. She quickly turned and saw Jethro, giving her cover, a few meters behind. For a moment she wondered whether it might be less conspicuous when Jethro as a man sneaking through the back room of a nightclub would, but ultimately it did not matter because the report of a gun broke the silence. Before they both could be fitted properly, a door was flung open and two armed men stormed into the hall. One of them resigned in targeting the room while the other is Jenny discovered the gun at her and incidentally the same time occurred a side door to the outside. In time as possible under cover, she saw Jethro disappear with a set of down the hall and dive in a small niche. Itself was not much room because it's right was in the line of fire between said room and exit door. Angry words were called out of the room, she could not understand, because a shot was fired again. With frightened eyes, she saw a blood-stained figure to stagger up and did not realize until the last moment their informants Karel, as this collapsed before her. As they flee, thinking more quickly tried to weigh which way she could, was the man back on the floor and was taken under fire by Jethro. The way back to the night club was therefore barred her and her only remaining possibility of the secondary output. With the gun at the ready, they scurried, trying to stay under cover, out into the night. Once again, shots rang out and she realized how close to them was directly injected into ailing ball plaster from the wall. She was breathing heavily and she hoped fervently Jethro would show up soon. She saw a shadow flit before him then, the weapon was in the stop and took aim. It was a shot that reverberated be slippages in the night. Cursing, she gripped the gun in his hand and pressed against the rough Hofwand. Shots rang out again and she looked out the corner of my eye a man running from the nightclub. She still did not know where the first man had been stopped and knew that Jethro him exactly was in the firing line, he would follow her outside. Jenny worked slowly, trying as best as possible to stay under cover, next to the wall. Her evening gown was there more than a hindrance, and they vowed next time to choose a convenient and above all, shorter version. Again, they found a shadow, but before they came to the goals, they shook suddenly a piercing pain. A bullet had drilled into her thigh and forced them to their knees. The rifle still clutched always been, shot them in the direction from which came the bullet intended for her. More shots followed, and a man fell mortally wounded to the ground. Then there was silence, only the hum of a generator could be heard. Groaning, Jenny tried to sit up. This caused the pain drove her tears to the eyes and forced them so again in his knees as she picked up the next moment by a strong arm was. Jethro held it and pressed it firmly. His face was pale, his blue eyes twitched nervously. With a quick glance he gave her to understand that they were safe, as the lifeless form of the second man was distinguished from behind him between two dumpsters. Jenny closed her eyes Relieved, leaned against his shoulder and tried to ignore the pain. It was good to know Jetrho with him and feel his presence. It felt good to let go just for a moment and to be collected.



*** The secret to happiness apparatus functioned smoothly and in this case the shooting was placed to facilitate Jethro in the files of the Czech police as a robbery. He still had good time before the arrival of the ambulance and the police a suitcase with documents and make sure needed the job so not necessarily as a failed state. The fact that their informant had but one of the victims had strongly suggests that the meeting was fictitious. The elucidation of this question would have to wait however until his partner was fit again and ready to use, because ultimately it was her job.

the moment was the shock of having lost his partner almost, but still firmly in his bones and Jethro found it hard to concentrate when he told a doctor at the hospital in broken English, that the ball had been removed from Jenny's thigh without complications. Although it would take a while until she came to, but there was no reason for alarm. He finally knew not how long he waited, sitting on her bed. He only knew that he was to blame not to have heard their concerns. That he had relied too heavily on his experience, rather than trust their instincts. An error, as he acknowledged, now and at the same time he led before his eyes, that Jen was now for him as an agent he could have lost.

"Jethro," he opened his tired eyes as he heard his name. His limbs felt stiff and cracked as he rose from the uncomfortable chair beside her hospital bed. "Hello," he greeted Jennifer with a gentle smile. "How do you feel?" He asked, leaning, grasping her hand on the bed. Her eyes roamed

his worried face and a smile played to her lips. It was good to feel his touch, even if it was still too weak even to respond to them. "If so, how tired and turned through a meat grinder," Jenny brought out quietly.

His smile widened and he gave her a kiss on the forehead before he wanted to connect with a "good" from the bed back, but then did not and his hand closed around her. "I'm sorry," he began, and fled from her eyes. "You were right, I would have for you ..." The

instilled painkillers Jenny made it difficult to think clearly right, but she was already aware of what was going to say it straight. Jethro had actually apologized for her now. He was sorry. Words that he normally otherwise never crossed the lips. She could not believe it. Just as she noted with satisfaction that he was still holding her hand and touching his lips felt tingly on her forehead. "Stop!" She interrupted him weak, but dominant. "That could not know. Finally, Karen is also caught in the trap as we did. "This was a fact and certainly not very honorable for both of them, but they were once again come with a black eye. That's what counts right now, no more and no less. Before he could say something, they simply changed the subject and wanted to know: "Why do not you're in the hotel"

Jenny Jethro amazed again and again. Actually he had adopted, they would be mad at him and the botched action, but no. You really did yourself in this awkward position to respond confidently. He shrugged his shoulders slightly and sat back in the small chair. She had probably right again. At the moment it made no sense to analyze what happened. "Oh, you know, the rest of your sick-room seemed more tempting than a shaky walls of rooms above a nightclub."

"I understand," said she, secretly hoping for a different answer and enttä ; uscht that he was not on the bed was left. They watched him closely. Something in his eyes told her that he still likes to say more, but apparently not mustered the courage. For much she had known what concerned him. Whether the concern, saying in his view, only her as his agent or her as Jenny was. Secretly, she wished would last well be the case. But they also knew that thoughts and desires of this nature is anything but good for both of them were. Therefore, she asked next. "What happens now? Do we have a trace? "

" Yes, hot even, "Jethro replied with a satisfied grin. "What would you think of a little side trip to France?"

> END \u0026lt;

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tutorial ...

Yes, I know some of you know already, but I like it so much that there comes a time to make a tutorial ^ ^

The Nostalgia / Emoness - Tutorial


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first Step

First you need a high-contrast icon. If the contrast is not yet particularly strong be, you can increase it by Image> Adjustments> Brightness / Contrast



In this case it was not necessary since there are already strong contrasts.

second Step: get

To the sepia color, choose Image> Adjustments> Hue / Saturation or simply Ctrl + U and give approximately the following values:



third Step

Now comes the Diffuse Glow filter used: Filter> Distort> Diffuse Glow. playing quietly around with the bars, to the effect you ^ ^



like 4th Step

To apply this effect to the dark areas, use Image> Adjustments> Invert or Ctrl + I



5th Step

again as in step 3 Filter> Distort> Diffuse Glow - ch i got this time, however, uses different values because the effect would otherwise have been too strong.



6th Step

As with step 4 Image> Adjustments> Invert or Ctrl + I



7th Step

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NCIS [NCIS] Moscow - Cold Mourning

Title: Moscow - Cold Mourning
Fandom: NCIS
Author: Kathy
Pairing: Gibbs / Stephanie
Category: SC
Content: A short trip to Jethro and Stephanie's time in Moscow.
Disclaimer: All characters and all rights to Navy CIS include CBS, Paramount and Belisarius Productions. This fanfic was written just for fun and not trying to earn money. Any similarities to persons living or dead are coincidental and unintentional. All other characters are the property of the author. My only reward is hopefully a lot of nice feedback
Comment: I was preoccupied the final words of the two in the episode 5x03 (Ex-File) and the question of why it did not work between them. I have therefore allowed me a brief fantasy trip to wintry Moscow. I give not a guarantee that my mental time sequence of events is true, just hope so. Have fun and takes you on why!

Quote: Episode 5x03 (Ex-File)
Stephanie: "I have a feeling that it will work with me before."
Gibbs: "I'm sorry. .'s With you, with us, that was not your fault "
Stephanie:" By this was no fault of us "-" But. We will always remain Moscow





Moscow in February 2000:

very careful not to wake Stephanie, Jethro beat back the covers and put his legs ü over the edge of the bed. Shivering, he moved his shoulders. As it looked, was once again the heating down or frozen. Nothing unusual at the time of year in this country. However, he would probably never get used to it. There was certainly also bitterly cold winter in the States, but it was for Russia clearly at the top of the cold list. He quickly moved on to something and glanced out the window. Outside it began to dawn, and thick snowflakes chased through the air. Although it was clearly much too early yet to get up and go outside in this weather, the agent had to do it. He had slept half the night not right and saw no more from now. Like him, as in previous even in the eight years to this period was no one around. Jethro felt like a lifeless shell in search of something that was not found. For something that he had then gone forever and to this day sorely missed.
His gaze wandered to the sad, just a few inches away, quietly sleeping woman. His wife. She looked so peaceful. Only a bush of red curls peeked under the, to the ears pulled, quilt show and was on her foot, free in thick, warm socks staked, narrow feet. Jethro knew as hard as Stephanie was asleep, it would take a while before she noticed that he was no longer beside her. However, once he returned, he also knew that they would certainly insist on an explanation. In the statement he had it really long ago have to give. In a statement, he basically could not give her but did not, and do not even want to. They had been married for almost five months and four months here in Moscow. So far, they did not have much chance for a normal relationship. to that extent you can get together, within the short time they knew, ever did, as a proper relationship, the incontrovertible fact of being married to each other, apart.

Jethro remembered well when he met Stephanie end of the summer last year at a garden party of Mrs. Mallard. Although he actually detested such actions, he was his good friend and colleague - not refuse the pathologist Dr. Donald Mallard, the invitation of his mother at the time. Ducky addition, as Dr. Mallard was affectionately known by all in a nutshell, he had been by far one of the younger guests. Ducky suddenly presented to him out of the blue Stephanie Flynn. Jethro had until now no real idea what relation they stood to the Mallards. That was basically it but also pretty damn because he was flattered by the attractive, red-haired woman who flirted from the first moment to the most violent with him. She beamed with her slightly funky way of a good living, he could not escape. She knew him to make her laugh, sent to seduce and to bring their sometimes crazy ideas to other ideas. Above all other thoughts, which he after his official trip to Europe could more than use. Jethro enjoyed her sole attention. Just like being with her, even if he was not sure if he really loved. Whether he ever loved. They knew not so long as he received the order to go undercover to Moscow. It was a spontaneous idea, a crazy decision, when she told him, after he had told her that he had to go to Russia, proposing to get married and come along. And although Jethro, it failed after two previously Marriages, and his last affair, really should have known better, he did it again. He joined in October last year with her down the aisle. It was nothing great. Nothing that would bring down the sky or what angels would have fallen to the ground. It was not even a real celebration. It's a cozy dinner between her and him. And yet it was different. Stephanie was different. Unlike his previous two wives did not mind it. She herself had made the suggestion to make it as simple and easy as possible to keep. Their reasoning was that she loved him and I need no more. And they really loved him, knew that Jethro, for she would have never followed him to Moscow. However, he had to admit in the meantime that he her what she wanted to, could not really give. But he still was not ready and did not know whether he ever would be ready for it. Stephanie had, resigned in opposition to him, with the cold in Russia and also with the very simple life she led. It seemed to him to really rich to have and to himself. While the day of his undercover work, which they just coasting knew pursue them, they earned a few rubles to in the tourist area.
said in recent days but increased them they start a family, a real family, with children and everything that goes with it. Only at that moment Jethro realized what he had done. What hopes and wishes he had awakened in her. Hopes he wanted to meet her not. Wishes he had even once as real life and in other circumstances would never give up voluntarily. But it did nothing to his present wife, of which nobody knew but him.

Jethro gritted teeth hard to each other, the sobering felt pain in the jaw and ran with a low sigh through the graying hair. He had to get out, get out of the room and away from her. He was sorry, really sorry because he did not do that to her, but he could not help it. Caring, he pushed her blanket over an exposed shoulder. Then he turned quietly on his boots, slipped on to a thick, warm down jacket and reached for his fur hat, before he gently the door of the little old building behind the castle drew. Ice-cold winter air, he was met on the street and drove him with tears in his eyes. Annoying occurred to him that he had forgotten his gloves. But to Stephanie still not wake up, he decided not to get them. The collar of his jacket firmly beaten up and his hands buried deep in his pockets, he lowered his head against the heavy snow and went on his way to his future aim pursued. It was only a few blocks away, but to reach through the deep snow is difficult. Then he reached her, the little church with the golden towers and the large, ornate oak door. Unlike all the magnificent Russian - Orthodox, Jewish and Christian churches that existed in the city, had this somewhat remote, small church, almost inconspicuous. Jethro had discovered it a few days ago while walking with Stephanie and from the moment you knew she would be on that day his goal. Although he was his belief that he would ever have been properly religious, would certainly have just lost that day nine years ago, it was this place before in this strange city, as the only appropriate. For a moment he stood hesitating outside the door, clearly the cold, wet snow felt in his face and closed his eyes. For the first time in all the years he was not home that day, not in your vicinity and not in a position to give them at least to remember with a bouquet of flowers. Determined, he then opened the door on the right and entered. First he was in a kind of small anteroom, where he has the strong smell of sweet incense rose and other, intrusive odors in the nose. To tap with one hand the snow, he moved with the other's fur hat from his head. His eyes took a while until they had become accustomed to the dim light, then pushed a small wooden door decorated with colorful windows to the interior of the church. Insignificant had the church from the outside, as fine and glittering they were inside. Amazement of a lot of processed gold in and on the walls and in and around the altar, was Jethro want. Stephanie had told him about their trip through the tourist town but even from all the pomp in the church, but he had it almost do not believe, as he had previously set itself a foot into one. A little hesitant, he broke away after a while out of his trance and came with slow steps to the altar. A long series of small and large, burning, burnt and half of spent candles, spread out before him. Cumbersome he was down on one of the cold wooden benches and watched Lost in thought, the occasional flicker. Almost alive he saw before him, Shannon and Kelly - his family. The only two people he had in his life ever really truly loved him and were taken on that day nine years ago, brutal and painful.
There were so many moments, so many small and large, sad and funny moments that he wanted to remember. Jethro wished once more to hear Kelly's laughter and see her sparkling eyes of children to be able to. He dreamed of it touching Shannon's soft skin and allowed the scent of her Hairs to perceive. They both just once more in my arms and never let go.

A deep sigh escaped him and he could feel him slowly and always icy cold crept up the legs. But he ignored it and sank back into his memories. He saw Shannon on their last evening together, yet exactly right. As they dressed only slightly, with legs drawn up on the bed and sat gazing at him expectantly. to hide in her eyes glittered tears she bravely tried before him. But could not hold back when he took her in his arms. He loved her stormy press itself, burying his face in her neck and to tease them. to tease So, until they struck him with his fists and they both were then in a small fight one. Just as he made it even then, at that - to sell their last evening together, her dark thoughts. They loved each other easily without a thought of the morning until suddenly a little girl crying, and Kelly, with her pillow under his arm, stood in the door and crawled into bed with them. A smile flitted across Jethro's face as he remembered exactly how Kelly snuggled up to him and without even getting to that their parents naked were so similar calmly back to sleep.

A noise was coming to him, Jethro. He had lost all sense of time and did not know how long he had been sitting on this cold wooden bench. Only now he realized how much he was already frozen through. Next to him a little old woman sat wrapped in a pile of warm blankets and looked at him with sad, knowing eyes. She handed him a thick candle and nodded encouragingly. The agent gave the woman a silent, grateful smile as he took the candle a little hesitant. The toes in his boots felt numb and his legs ached, when he got up and impound the blood in his veins gradually began again. His fingers were numb and began to tingle, as he accepted the tender warmth of candles and suggested he was the candle lit in his hand a safe place in the long line of burning memories. It was gradually

time to go back. Stephanie would certainly have long to wait for him and worry. Although it was usual, he went away and stayed longer, but rarely give this early hour, and especially without their notice. Back on the road, the sun was shining brightly now and let the still densely covered light snowflakes. The winter wonderland was peaceful and cold over the city. Each of his steps a low, grinding noise gave out and brought him back a little further into life, back to reality.

Jethro carefully opened the door of her apartment when he already wrapped in a blanket, looked at the window. They did not turn to him, stood in silence, looking out, there. To clearing his throat he went up to her and put a road and bought, fragrant, warm bread beside her on the Table. Slowly, she turned her head and looked at him with emphatic, questioning look. Her eyes spoke volumes. He could incomprehension and anger in it. Air-tailing it would try to explain it, find some excuse, but they raised his hand and made a sad corners of the mouth. Too often they had in the last few days heard his insipid excuses and seemed to know that this time would not be otherwise. Silently, he took off his jacket and put his boots under a bench. Still the red-haired woman stood at the window and noticed him. The captivating beauty of bread went through the room and let the frosty atmosphere gradually . Defrost Jethro was carefully watching his eyes on Stephanie's body wall. Through its lean, well-formed under the ceiling looming figure. They both knew that talking was not one to just one of his strengths, but they also knew how they understood each other anyway. Warming, he took her from behind in the arms, felt her shudder and slowly breaking their resistance. It was a game that they both understood from day one to play. A nice game, which, however, for a common future alone was not sufficient. turned
with an honest, deeply apologetic glance Jethro his new wife, and she began to kiss, first gently, then more passionately. He could feel her trembling body in his hands and the warmth that emanated from it. Was he still in the morning run from it like this, he would feel it more so now. It was good to touch her and feel her fingers on his skin, because it was easier to bear that day. Thus he found it easier to forget and suppress the ever-recurring, painful memories. * END *



Note: It is certainly not the most common Pairing, but I just always like to try out something new and if it did you like anyway, I would of course very pleased about a bit FB

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NCIS [NCIS] The last victory

Title: The last victory
Fandom: NCIS
Author: Kathy
characters: Hollis / Jenny / Gibbs
Category: SC
Content: WARNING! spoilers episode 5x18/5x19 "Judgement Day"
Hollis man leaves the meeting with Jennifer Shepard pass briefly in review.
Disclaimer: All characters and all rights to Navy CIS include CBS, Paramount and Belisarius Productions. This fanfic was written just for fun and not trying to earn money. Any similarities to persons living or dead are coincidental and unintentional. All other characters are the property of the author. My only reward is hopefully a lot of nice feedback
comment. What can I say, I'm tingling in the fingers any thoughts of Jenny Hollis write




It was a day like He could not be beautiful. The sun seemed from the cloudless sky over the glittering foaming waves. Palm fronds rustled in the wind and a light breeze from the sea on the dash pleasant veranda of the little house on the beach. A comfortable white leather couch was the center of the living room which had a fantastic view of the azure sea. Delicate bird chirping mingled with the clear, sober voice of a newscaster from an LCD TV. With holder loose sight of the man pursued Hollis ZNN - Reporting from the several thousand miles away, Washington DC, about the burial of the NCIS - Director Jennifer Shepard. It was their difficult to understand what had happened there. The words of the reporter on site were in her ears no sense. It sounded so improbable. The director of NCIS was dead

The corners of his mouth twitched excitedly of the blonde woman and her eyes filled with tears at the sight of the inevitably covered with the Stars and Stripes coffin. She was sorry, sincerely sorry and yet she could not really believe it. That was a bad joke, a misinformation. Was it not still been a few days ago, where she had seen the feisty director at the side of the Foreign Minister on TV? It was not until some time ago that they faced in their office each other belauernd?

gun salutes were heard from the loudspeakers of the television. The camera swung around, went to the faces of colleagues and employees. Black, dressed as they were. Each in his own grief caught. Since they all were. Abby, who had clearly lost the losing battle against tears. Ziva, who with her expressionless Mine just looked even more shaken. McGee, who could apparently still do not believe. Ducky, who seemed to have aged in his grief for years. In addition, his assistant, whose name she did not come up with fright. Tony, who seemed lost his smile forever and to have Special Agent Gibbs. Leroy Jethro Gibbs, the husband because the director and she secretly always fought. His eyes were turned to stone. The blue eyes turned to nothing. The shoulders punished. The hidden grief as much as possible for the cameras and yet kept Hollis could see the pain deep inside him. Jethro knew it well enough to know what was going on at this moment in it. He was so firmly with any of his team, with the director and with all others in that it had hit him probably the most difficult.

Although Hollis had no idea how deep and far the relationship between him and Jenny Shepard was, it had always been aware that between the two was more than collegial friendship. There were these views and gestures, which at times seemed to speak volumes. And there was the noticeable jealousy that Jenny brought her to meet her at almost every meeting. It was not that the director and she could not stand each other. It was more of a power struggle. An invisible battle that both secretly and they fought, at least in terms of Jethro, until recently believed to have won. A mistake as it subsequently turned out. A fatal mistake they did not see coming. Even now the damned hurt and caused her many sleepless nights. Like right now, where once again made a feeling of sadness and helplessness in her wide. What had happened? Why had it happened? And why did she not see it coming?

questions haunted by questions about her head, accompanied by the realization that it was Jennifer Shepard calculated that they had in the matter of the poison gas attack then that Jethro was not feeling well and he's been tarnished forever. She had her words did not understand correctly and they dismissed as arrogant swagger. But now in retrospect, after learning of the shocking truth about Dr. Mallard Jethro's painful loss, then got Jenny's words have a different meaning for them. Somehow after the event anyway suddenly get all makes sense. His boat, which he named Kelly baptized and where they suspected the beginning, there's the name of a friend. His secrecy and simultaneous, significant desire for security. have known how good and how much better had the director him? Finally, it seemed like all the others to have known, in contrast to her, from his late wife and daughter. What he meant this woman? What he meant her all the time really? And above all, what and how much it meant to him?

Hollis was able to almost exactly remember all the moments in which she met with the director. As they, along with Gibbs, in Jenny's office and took their orders were contrary. She felt yet the very penetrating, scrutinizing gaze of the red-haired woman and heard her sharp, pointed observations. It was always obvious how uncomfortable it felt Gibbs in part. Sometimes it seemed to amuse him while too, but mostly he would probably have gone the most. All of these situations were in Hollis close eye clearly indicated that there was once more between the two. Although they Jethro casually spoke out, he stopped her and gave her no reply solely a mysterious smile. Now in retrospect, she wondered why it did not work between the two, as it eventually was a pair of seemingly once. Was it her or him? Did she want to give more than he was ready? Had he given up? Or was she gone? Jen has then probably committed the same mistake as them? A mistake of which she was not really aware of really, but had everything in the world want to avoid.

The blonde woman turned off the TV, put on her legs and wrapped her arms so thoughtful. She felt the cool breeze of the wind and heard the waves rushing evenly. Perhaps they would have to jump for some time its ways and ask Jenny. A little talk with her. Just talk to Jethro understand better. It would after all have been worth a try. A feeble attempt to save their relationship. But now there was not this way. The opportunity to talk with the only woman, the man she loves, perhaps best known. In other circumstances, other conditions they may can be friends. Absurd, but not improbable. For in reason, Hollis was sure Jenny and they were not so different. They both loved one and the same man they both had their careers before their own lives, before the chance of a family, made. Both of them had to say in a male dominated job were allowed to branch no weaknesses or permit fixed feelings. A life for themselves and they both decided they were voluntarily accepted.

lot of ideas which inevitably Hollis with the news of the death of Jenny's forced themselves again, leaving doubt whether it was right to flee to Hawaii. Easy to go without him and continue to fight for their relationship. But she had even tried. Really tried as they did in their interior. She had tried to talk to Jethro tries to understand him and support him, but he it not to. He wanted, he could not open it easily. A painful realization that they, ultimately, for they both had to make a decision. A decision that it was far from easy, but the only way was to not to lose even more. For if they had one learned in previous years, it was knowing when it was time to give defeat.

had thus won the director on that date at the end against them. She won her final, secret fight to their best agents and the man of her apparently meant more than they ever wanted to admit to himself.

> END \u0026lt;

Cute Birthday Outfits For Turning 21

NCIS [NCIS] reflection

Title: reflection
Fandom: NCIS
Author: Kathy
Pairing: Mibb - Gibbs / Mann
Category: Episode continuation 4x22
Content: The story refers to the scenes between Jethro Gibbs and Hollis man from the episode 4x22 "In the Dark"
Disclaimer: All characters and all rights to Navy CIS include CBS, Paramount and Belisarius Productions. This fanfic was written just for fun and not trying to earn money. Any similarities to persons living or dead are accidental and not intended. All other characters are the property of the author. My only reward is hopefully a lot of nice feedback
Comment: I hope the story does not sound too confusing, since it is basically not a new story, but rather a series of thoughts and reflections on scenes from the above sequence. I made it definitely a lot of fun to play with the idea of two characters.
Beta: THX Kerstin

* cooling *

The smell of wood mixed with a smell of paint and glue, was in the air as Hollis entered the stairs to the basement room. Wrapped in the light of a lamp, the frame of a half-finished boat began to take shape. There was silence. Only the steady sound of a working planer could be heard. For a moment she remained on the top step, looking down silently and watched the man working there, this room was in another world, his world. A world that she was allowed to enter, but where he read them to participate is limited. Meanwhile, they did not know exactly how often it in recent weeks, in their free time, was already here. Certainly more often than in their own house. It was quite normal that they came here to see him to talk and to help him build his boat. She was even surprised at their craft like qualities and found more and more of it. Never in my life she could have imagined, glad to be out with a saw, drill or sand paper to handle. It had a certain soothing effect and it also could not hurt to develop some dexterity. Especially since they did not want to embarrass it in front of Jethro and her home was a lot to do as he had shown her only a few hours through a hole in the bedroom wall. However, it was on this evening not only come to work. Rather, you spent some questions on the mind of the they necessarily wanted to be rid of. However, whether the right moment would make sure she did not know. She never knew with him, which made it particularly difficult because he was very adept at dodging. However, he seemed a master at reading their thoughts and feelings about it any more easier. You need only think about how they both were at the start of their relationship in the basement and he knew exactly how much she wished that he should kiss her. At that time she had been happy and confused at the same, a feeling which she has since felt close to him again and again.

An idea and a slight noise betrayed Jethro Hollis' presence. With a joyous smile, he looked up and wondered briefly if she had just been launched or have long stood up there. But basically it was irrelevant, because he thought no more about it. Rather, it was him, sometimes even almost a little scary that he could feel their presence. But he did not think about it in detail. It was just beautiful, she with her and to have around. In general, he tried hard to think about. That was for him at the moment The easiest, and he knew that with her certainly was not the case.

has now learned the young woman that her boyfriend not long resided in the preface, for after a brief greeting kiss she held a drill passed from him in the hand. While he was involved back to work and she was helped to the best of my knowledge, he told her of his recent case in which a blind photographer was. About this, they followed his words. They also enjoyed the official talks with him. They gave her the feeling that he let them share in his life. In contrast to his private life, which he in some ways still be closed before it appeared. Therefore, they also waited for the right moment to steer the conversation in private cars.

Silently he listened to her when she suddenly had the conversation a different turn and told him that they also hold on men fishing. A smile crossed his face, he knew exactly what she meant. However, while he simultaneously felt a little uncomfortable and embarrassed when she approached him and it was obvious he could not escape this conversation. For since they were the thoughts expressed, which he so far by be pushed. Love - relationship - Durable - the future ... To work around

In an attempt an answer, he went to his bench. Hollis' evasive glance wandered Jethro's hands into an instrument, which she immediately took it gently from my hand.

looked attentively at him and put their words carefully. She tried to act as loose as possible. Very careful to not scare him or to harass a lot. But that was not so easy because she had a little fear. Less to ask him before, but much more before his answer he may give it or not would be. There was only this one path. How else would she ever find out where and how they both were to each other? For quite some time she had, for professional and personal reasons, not so much emotionally admitted to someone like him. Sometimes she had even given up hope to do it ever again, and yet it was just done. Without warning he was suddenly bursting with his charming smile and his bright blue eyes in her life. It was everything was planned. Coincidence or fate? She did not and would not know it too, because they could no longer defend themselves anyway. Only one thing was they know they would both make it to admit their feelings for each other? Could he, like them, have the courage to engage each other more and more intense?

Without question, she understood him to mess up. His attempts to evade helpless, their views and questions, made him realize again just how far this fascinating woman but had already sneaked into his life. It had been only a few people who lure him from the reserve and embarrassing. She belonged to the celebration. In her soft, haunting and at the same time sympathetic way they could capture him to take. It seemed at times almost impossible to avoid her, even though the pain of the past is still strong enough to get the defense to erect around him. Her open confession to like him, surprised him not really, but she had him more than once shown. But knowing it was only one thing to hear it from her mouth, is another. Just like to admit to himself that he felt the same and find the right words for it. The only way to escape her at the moment, was to gain distance. Only a few steps for now. But far enough to show her that he was not ready for more. For what they wanted to hear from him for sure.

It felt almost hurt her physically when he departed from her back and again put some distance between them. The pain is creeping could itself be given confession just to have her not like to take. Although she had actually vowed not to press him to give him all the time and understanding, they were inevitably disappointed. She had hoped for something more than just a flimsy excuse on the ground in thought with his current Murder case to be to get to their questions. Even though she somehow knew it was hard for her to hide her disappointment and embarrassment they looked for the right words. Suddenly she felt damned foolish. Silly, to have believed because of their naivete, he would say exactly what they wanted to hear you. But in the end they had to. You had to ask him to be clear and to dare to leave this alone already full to order their own feelings.
Although prior to the call, a night together and not excluded, this also secretly desired had her now seemed anything but appropriate. The situation was already moved enough to talk to and not more to life and limb, they retreated. Maybe it was the moment for both of them the best to get a clear head. Your upcoming mission, and the related break from him, she had at that moment almost located. Inwardly, she gave up hope, however, and could not help him to leave a few clear words of encouragement that they are reluctant to want to find a new plumber to throw.

He needed to be a clairvoyant to see that she was disappointed. He was sorry, but he could not give her the answer she heard clearly happy. Not yet. Too many things buzzing around in his head, and the apparent knowledge of a new woman in his life made it easier not just. Thus, he had not lied when he used his current case as an excuse. He first had to collect his thoughts before it for themselves and they made a decision. Even if they went back to his regret, it was the moment probably better that way.
Unlike his last women he had fortunately the feeling that she understood him and his job. That they tried to accept and managed to a certain normality to bring into his life. A pleasant feeling of belonging and sense of security that he sought for so long and missed. Of course he would have seen much better if they had stayed. But he respected her decision. Thus, he stayed for a few days to think that it would take without question.

***

The time had passed more quickly than expected. Jethro's case was successfully completed and its reflection with Hollis' early return so close to expiry. The last day he had tried not to think about it consciously tries not to think about it. No easy task as he had to admit, despite a host of other events. Although he hearts the decision before it slid and did not know how he should speak against it, but he was now packed with tools and construction materials from their home. Thoughtful, he let his gaze wander over the dark window. With a smile, he recalled how he first visited here. At that time he was after the gas attack were only released recently from the hospital and she was more than guilty to thank for the fact that she had saved his life. Surely it would only be a matter of time until two would be closer, but he decided to speed up his visit at that time the whole thing a bit. A spontaneous visit, she was surprised at the moment but obviously, it seemed to his delight, but not entirely unexpected. Since then
was not stuck with this one meeting, even if he had to admit that he had initial teething problems with another reunion. The handle for the phone was hard for him after their night together. Even then he pushed the idea that even more could be done now, out of hand. He hid to have to do just like a few days behind the excuse of too much, even though he just knew that he was afraid someone close again only to be approached in itself. Too often a desperate attempt had failed after a new family. Too often he was injured. Too often he had to painfully realize that the past caught up with him even more.
With a slight shake of the head, he pushed the suddenly emerging, gloomy thoughts aside and carried the material into the house. This he could use them now. They were anything but helpful. Conveniently, his friend had betrayed him what were the keys so he could work undisturbed until they came back. It should be a surprise. He found the they had earned it. Finally, her persistence will be rewarded, for he would be lying, he would not even just the damn attracted to her.

***

moved Thoughtfully Lt. Col. Hollis Mann, the door of her small apartment on the Army base to behind the castle. It was done. Her resignation submitted and determines their successors. In a few months when their service expired and her successor was incorporated, this door would close the last time behind her. Then there was after all these years, only a home. Your house until her recently, always seemed strange and lonely, now filled with life but gradually. However, they also wondered what they would expect there now. The fear of loneliness threatened to take back to her and a moment she stared into space until the horn of a car dragged her from the thought. Actually it was her at that moment have preferred to ride with her own car back, but now she sat in the back seat of a military jeep and go again for their thoughts. Since beginning her service in the Army little time remained for a real, solid relationship. Of choices and opportunities, they lacked not sure. Here and there a loose acquaintance, a flirt, but nothing and no one in the future. No one on her as a woman and took in their career in the Army. Until one day she brought an explosion on a golf course not only a corpse, but also met with a stubborn, willful Navy agents. A meeting of two mutually clashing authorities who would not have serious consequences for them can be.
There was for some time no one, who pulled as a spell as he did. It was the way he looked at her. Like him, they laugh. How he managed to lure her out of the reserve, it to make angry and at the same time again to catch. He had long been a human, in which they feel understood and had to feel safe. The strengths and weaknesses accepted. A feeling, which made them at the same time happy and anxious. At the moment even more fear, prepared as they wanted to admit to himself. What if they all had issues with her demanding broke? When they pressed him too much and thus possibly scared away? What if he told her it's over? If it was a short affair for him? He suddenly
was no longer there and she was alone again? Thought they would have liked to be pushed away from that, however painful clung fast to it. Because only they wanted to be for nothing in the world again. She has long been enough. This should now be a once and for all concluded that they had vowed. The chance to meet a man like him and to fall in love, came only once in life and they wanted to pass on any circumstances. Cost what it may!

***

with weary eyes watched Jethro his work. He had worked through the night in order to create as much as possible. Although he did not have all pipes can move and renew, that would have been no time permits, he was satisfied. Even if he was done roughly for now, there were still a few moves to do. Maybe he made it even more quickly to take a shower and a few minutes to find sleep, for he was sure that he would come back as soon as she was no longer do so. The work had helped him make a decision. Certainly not definitive, he would from experience, do not do so quickly, however, for the moment and he waited anxiously for her this, give notice in his own way, can. He had no idea how they would react, but the surprise would succeed him, he was pretty sure.

Jethro was just this one wall in Hollis' bedroom to plaster, as it suddenly appeared beside him. Her eyes and her words told him that she was pleasantly surprised him to be found here. She had obviously not expected. However, it seemed he claimed that he had worked through in order to be ready to understand something totally wrong. Her next outbreak confused and amused him in one. Before he could breathe properly in order to explain why he did it all, she interrupted him and let their emotions run wild. The words bubbled only way out of it and made their feelings abundantly clear. She appeared in this very moment, vulnerable and attractive to equal him. He was more confident than ever how much they both had already admitted to each other. That there was no turning back and that he in effect, no longer wanted what they seemed to believe, however. More and more
Hollis talked himself into a rage and would not let him speak out. Until he did come to her and his response in the form of fixed and yet to be repaired pipes in the bathroom was. The perfect place to relieve some of their concerns. A contented smile flitted
on his face as she realized what he wanted to tell her this and she looked embarrassed him, obviously because of their mistaken belief. Their subsequent reaction of the same happy surprise, he returned her kisses. It is this spirit, this spontaneity and vulnerability he loved her more. As they only had

....? How could she ....? What was it only an idiot? Hollis was able to not think clearly. Everything around them was a mess. She was happy, embarrassed and excited all in one. There was no reason to have fear. He was there and would stay. Here and now. She could not stop again to kiss him again and again and apologize for their stupidity. Suddenly she was sure to not be alone. Sure he stayed because of them. That he really wanted it. You alone. His impish smile, his bright blue eyes and calling upon the handle of a painter has benefited tool to help her were proof enough.

With a conspiratorial grin, she took the part of Jethro his hand and dropped it. Played questioning his gaze between the blond woman and the half-finished wall moved back and forth, inside very well knowing what would happen. By a quick grip they had carried their stored a few moments on the bed bag on the floor and pulled him to himself. Without resistance, he let them now take the lead and relaxed. Only when he stood next to her on the bed and felt her warm, tender hand playing on his skin, he realized how tired he actually was, however. His back ached as he turned to her and his mouth looked for her. However, he ignored it and enjoyed its proximity to the fullest. Only when they later after a small eternity of replaced him and he wanted to tell her the idea still that the water is turned off in the bathroom, he was overcome by a wave again leaden fatigue, against which he could not fight anymore. * END *