AN: I like this one; it's my favourite thing that Jenny loves about Gibbs. I work in childcare. One of the kids I look after came up to me one day and gave me a butterfly kiss, it was so cute. It's our thing now. So I included it in this.
Jenny – Kisses
She had, had plenty of kisses before him. But the first time he kissed her, all those kisses before went out the window. And those kisses after him just didn't compare.
She had men whose kisses were fast, hungry, slobbery and didn't mean a thing.
His kisses were different – they were soft, sensual and slow. They meant something. He knew where she liked to be kissed – she didn't even have to tell him. She guessed he knew due to her responses.
Her favourite kisses were when he kissed her lips, occasionally putting his tongue in her mouth to tease her and the one where he kissed her cheek and the linger afterward long enough to whisper 'I love you' – those kisses were saved for when they were at work, when not in the privacy of her office or their home.
But her all time favourite kiss was the Butterfly kiss – when their eyelashes touched and they blinked at the same time.
She watched as she leaned over the rail of the catwalk and watched her husband give their 2 year old daughter, who was sitting in his lap at his desk a butterfly kiss. She smiled as their daughter snuggled into her father's chest and placed her hand to her mouth to let out a small giggle.
Kisses, she thought