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Day Five: Kissing
Timeline: Married, after Lucy.
Jenny Gibbs sat patiently in bed; she remained very still, and very zen, calmly waiting for her cell phone to light up a little and buzz. She'd just put the baby down after her routine eleven-thirty on-the-dot feeding; Lucy was sleeping like a rock down the hall, and Jethro was sleeping like a rock next to her. She envied him - not because he got to sleep, because Gibbs was spectacular when it came to helping with the baby; he seemed to always know when it was his turn and be up immediately - but because he had the ability to sleep like the dead in an instant.
Regardless - she wasn't sitting up in silent anticipation because she wasn't tired; tired she was. Having a newborn was taking the wind out of her, and this had been her first week back at work to boot. She was exhausted and slightly irritable and she was a nervous wreck - but tonight it was going to be okay.
Tonight -
Her phone lit up slightly, and buzzed quietly in her hand. She turned off the subtle alarm, her heart leaping into her throat, checked the date, counted a few weeks back just to be extra sure, and set her phone aside. She pushed her tangled hair back, turned over, and crawled on top of her husband, crouching over him like a predator stalking pray.
He opened his eyes immediately and grunted at her, lifting his head.
"What?" he demanded, alert in seconds. "S'wrong?" he demanded.
She shook her head and settled herself on top of him, breasts pressing against his chest through a thin white t-shirt and bare legs running along his.
He stared at her, blinking a couple of times.
"Good morning," she mumbled, bending down to kiss his mouth.
He lay there complacently, then turned his head and squinted at the digital alarm clock.
"It's midnight," he said, brow furrowing. He arched a brow. "It's twelve-oh-one," he noted, exasperated.
He groaned and put his hands on her shoulders, pushing her back gently.
"Jen, we aren't gettin' any sleep as it is, what the hell're you doing?" he whined.
She let his attitude slide and gave him a sly look, pursing her lips. She pressed a heated kiss to his mouth again and ran her hands through his cropped hair, parting her lips and wriggling her eyebrows.
"Twelve-oh-one is right," she purred, smirking. "It's officially been six weeks and one minute."
He looked confused for a moment, and then he realized - she was on top of him, she was practically naked, she'd woken him up - it had been sex weeks since the baby was born -
They were good to go.
He grinned, cupped her face in his hands, and kissed her good.
-alexandra