For once there were no alarm clocks going off, no cell phone's ringing, no anything to interrupt the much needed sleep of Jenny and Jethro Gibbs. It was a day with no schedules, a Saturday, a chance to catch up and spend time together.

Gibbs woke up slowly and opened his eyes to see his wife lying on her side facing him, still lost in dreams. He wasn't sure how long he lay there and just watched Jenny sleep. There was no tension in her face, no memories, he hoped, invading her dreams. She was so beautiful. Her red hair lay across her shoulders, her body rising and falling to the steady rhythm of her breathing.

Jenny stirred, rubbing her eyes and blinking slowly. When she saw him laying there awake, she smiled. Her eyes fell closed again and she struggled to pull away from sleep.

"Jethro," she chided, " you know I can't sleep with you looking at me."

Gibbs couldn't stop himself, he reached over and brushed her hair back, loving the softness of it. "Can't help it. Got the best view in the city right here."

Jenny rolled over and curled up on her other side, groaning. "I don't want to get up."

He considered this. He hadn't checked the time yet and could claim innocence. "Well, technically Jen, it's Saturday. We don't have to get up."

She turned her head and opened one eye to look at him. "I suppose. But not quite as much fun to stay in bed right now."

Gibbs leaned up and rested his head on his hand. "What? Are you saying I'm no fun to spend time with?"

"That's not what I meant."

He knew exactly what she meant, remembering clearly other long weekend days spend with her in their bed. But he wasn't touching that right now. This weekend was about neutral and non-threatening and just being together.

When he looked back at her, he found that Jenny had rolled back over and was now studying him. "What are you thinking?"

"That I like spending time with you no matter what we're doing."

Jenny smiled like she didn't quite believe him. "Good answer. Hey, what time is it?" she asked, curious as to whether they'd actually slept in.

"Let's not check," Gibbs suggested. "Then we don't have to feel bad about still being in bed if it's late."

She considered this logic. "So, what do you want to do?"

Wrong question. She could see it in his eyes the second the words were out of her mouth. Her husband wasn't as hard to figure out as he liked to think or pretend. His eyes told her exactly what he wanted to be doing, but his lips tempered the desire she saw there.

"I was thinking that I'd really like to kiss you right now. Is that allowed?"

Jenny bit her lip. How strange to hear him ask permission! Sweet though, of him to try so hard. She nodded, scooting closer to him.

Gibbs just looked at her for a moment, building up anticipation as he stroked her cheek with his thumb. The truth was in her eyes: she wanted him to kiss her. He angled his head and leaned in, touching her lips with his, softly at first and then he parted his lips and deepened the kiss. There was no urgency, just a husband savouring the taste of his wife.

Jenny responded to him, kissing him back, and brought her hands to his face. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her up against him. When they both had to breath again, Gibbs lips strayed to her neck, placing kisses down one side as she automatically tipped her head to receive his caress. Such a familiar dance it was for them, knowing each other's bodies and what brought pleasure.

Suddenly Jenny's hands were on his chest, holding him back. He opened his eyes to see the conflict in hers, her body no longer relaxed but tense.

"What Jen?" he asked, not wanting to mess today up for them.

Jenny was trying to get her breathing back under control. She closed her eyes for a moment, then looked into her husband's face. Gibbs was surprised to see desire there that she was trying to suppress.

"You can't...try to seduce me right now Jethro." She took another breath, not sure how she could want something and yet not want it at the same time. "You have no idea how much I want to go back to just being normal with you. But...not today, okay?" She kissed him, trying to soften her words.

Gibbs didn't say anything, he just claimed her lips again and tried to keep his hands on her face and off the rest of her body. This time when he pulled back, he settled Jenny's back against his side. Leaning back, he lifted her left hand and looked at her bare ring finger.

"Will you wear your ring today, for me?" he asked.

Jenny rolled over onto her stomach and reached into the drawer of her bedside table. She came back to him holding a blue velvet ring box in her hand. Laying on her back against the pillows, Jenny opened the box and smiled at the sight of her promise in shiny silver circles.

"Put them on for me," she whispered. Because of their secret, they rarely wore their wedding bands but Jenny knew that he loved to see the rings on her hand, one other thing that claimed her as his, even if the rest of the world didn't see it yet.

Gibbs smiled as she pulled her engagement ring free and handed it to him. She hadn't expected to get it when she did and the design was something he had come up with. Three stunning, round cut diamonds in a row. "One for the past that we share, one for our present together and one for our future as husband and wife," he'd explained the day he got down on one knee and asked if she would marry him. He'd even had those words inscribed on the inside so she would always know. Jenny loved it.

She held up her hand and he slid the ring over her knuckle, admiring the way the precious stones sparkled from the sunlight shining on their bed. Next for her wedding ring. Jenny vividly remembered the beautiful spring day when they'd promised forever. A pastor they knew from Abby's church who agreed to perform the service but tell no one. Gibbs in a rented tux and Jenny in a simple, white, floor length dress, with Ducky serving as their witness.

They'd agreed on the same thing to be engraved on the inside of their silver bands. I promise to be yours. Gibbs pushed the smooth ring gently on her finger and up against the first one. Then he kissed her finger and whispered the same words they'd used to answer their vows, "I promise."

For a moment they were lost in each other's eyes and the love that shone there. Then Jenny caught his hand.

"Where's yours?"

He reached over to his side table where his ring lay in a shallow dish. He handed it to her. "Never far away."

Jenny held the heavy silver band in her hand for a moment before she slipped it onto his finger where it belonged. "I promise too," she whispered in response.

"Are we going to leave them on this time?" Gibbs asked, twisting the ring so he could see the intertwined circles pressed into the metal, the symbol of eternal love.

Jenny smiled. "Why not? I guess they could all use some good news after this week," she said, referring to the team.

"Good," he nodded. "I'm tired of hiding how I feel about you at work. Let them talk about what we're doing in your office, because you know they will. I want everyone to know that I love you and we belong to each other." He mock glared at her. "Especially those big shot Navy guys who are always flirting with you."

Jenny raised her eyebrows, "Jealous Jethro?" He knew she never looked at another man in that way.

"Always Jen," he smiled.

Then the comfortable silence so common to them enveloped the room as they lay together in their warm bed, happy to be in love with each other.