"I look like a whale," she moans.
"No, you don't. You're beautiful."
She glares at him. "This is all your fault, Jethro Gibbs. I'm never letting you touch me again."
"Never?"
She considers that for a moment, then says, "You can touch me. But no more sex."
"You don't mean that, Katie." He kisses her neck.
"I do."
He continues kissing her, and she finds her resolve weakening. Then he stops, and steps away from her. "Well, if your mind's made up."
Another glare. "You're a bastard, Gibbs."
He grins.
"I swear, if this child takes after you . . ."