Their last full day was met with an entire day of rainfall. Gibbs and Suzanne continued enjoying each other's company over the extended weekend. The two were caught by the surprise storm during a walk. Their clothes were drenched! The unexpected rain didn't spoil their time. They laughed, kicked puddles at one another before returning back to the cabin.
"Come by the fire."
Of all the times Suzanne was reminded by her late father to travel light—Rule 6—she listened! Her small bag contained little, only an oversized flannel shirt and extra undergarments. She didn't have much of a choice. Suzanne was close to Gibbs' size but had very full hips. His extra clothing would only embarrass her bodily flaws. She was not overweight; she had a little belly. It was no choice but to wear only the shirt. The other clothes, way too dirty for a second go-around and the second outfit-soaked.
"Don't laugh."
When she emerged from the bedroom, Gibbs smiled. Her long legs were bare. Suzanne was a tall, refreshing cool cup of water: meaning she wore that flannel shirt. Gibbs took a considerable amount of time eyeing every inch. She did join him.
"I just want to hold you." She shivered slightly. Was it from the coldness or the situation? Suzanne was nervous. Even her old boyfriends admired her long legs, but they only fantasized the actual shape and feel from imagination. Gibbs' hands wrapped around Suzanne's waist while tenderly, teasingly kissing her lips. His hands soon slipped underneath the shirt, caressing her thigh. The touches surprised her, causing her legs to slightly buckle. Suzanne rested her head against Gibbs' shoulder while her hands explored his bare chest.
"Let's take this to the couch…" he whispered.
The time was devoted to merely touching and kissing.
Rule 39, Gibbs remembered: there is no such thing as a coincidence. Shannon sent the message through a differently packaged messenger. To wait for anything and particularly a woman, intensified his interest; that was the significance of the dream. He looked towards the Heavens and then to Suzanne, who drifted asleep. For him, it was out of the ordinary. Sexual gratification was secondary. Their weekend episodes were enough to answer why past dreams of a mysterious girl, now identified as Suzanne McNamara riddled his mind. Only there was one woman he pursued with passion. Suzanne jarred him to remember "the oneness," a sense of completeness with the one right woman. Gibbs, deeply in the like stage and afraid of love, was uncertain as to which direction to follow.