Title: Twenty Kisses

Author: Tearsofamiko

Rating: K

Disclaimer: see first chapter

Spoilers: Nah

Summary: A series of twenty one-shots in which a kiss – metaphorically or literally – features.

A/N: Set during their undercover days. ^^ Because those flashback scenes are so HOT!

"Jenny," he growled in her ear as he caught her wandering hands, stopping their travels for the third time that evening, "pay attention."

"Oh, believe me, I am, Jethro," she assured him, tracing the veins in his arms as he brought the binoculars back to his eyes. The interplay of muscle and sinew under his skin fascinated her, capturing her attention in ways their case had not.

"To the case, Jen."

"Mmhmm," she hummed vaguely, entranced by the feel of his skin under her fingertips, watching his face as he glared into the binoculars.

She smiled as his arm twitched and his jaw tightened, sure signs that he wasn't ignoring her as thoroughly as he wished her to believe. Feeling mischievous, she splayed her fingers along his side, briefly savoring the warm skin under her palm before ever so slowly pulling her hand off his skin, maintaining contact as long as possible. She barely withheld her giggle as his muscles lurched at her actions and she reached out to brush feather-light caresses along his skin.

Risking a glance at his face, a heady mix of desire and anticipation surged through her as she took in the sharp, hot look he slid her way. Averting her gaze, she nibbled at the edge of her lip, torn between wanting to touch him again and almost fearing his response if she did. Teeth still biting her lip gently, she peered up at him through her lashes.

A brief flash of glittering blue eyes was all she saw before her world spun off balance, leaving her reeling for a moment. Blinking, she glared up at him as she tugged at his grip on her wrists, trying to free her hands, or at least regain some control of the situation. A smug smirk spread across his face as she struggled, a self-satisfied expression that lasted until she shifted her hips, drawing a gasp from him. Smirking in her own turn, she narrowed her eyes mischievously at him.

"Aren't we supposed to be focused, Jethro?" she asked him, coyly innocent.

"Oh, believe me, Jenny, I am," was all he said before leaning down and claiming her lips with his.