KATE
Waking up just kept getting better.
It was still dark, and she had no inclination whatsoever to move far enough to check what time it was, but it was a marked improvement from the last time she had been awake in the middle of the night.
Being unable to sleep because Gibbs had her confused and wistful versus waking up in his arms, with memories only a few hours old of him making love to her so tenderly and so thoroughly... No contest, she thought with a smile.
She nestled in closer. He was out cold, though his arms were linked around her waist and his head rested against hers, as if she might otherwise escape during the night.
Waking him up wouldn't be all that difficult, though, she suspected - and she had a feeling he wouldn't object if she initiated a little predawn fun. But the urge to rouse him was tempered by knowledge of how tired he was, how hard he had been working. We have all the time in the world, she told herself.
The thought surprised her - almost shocked her. She was not used to feeling so secure, so beloved. She didn't need to grasp at these moments, as if they might suddenly be snatched away. It was a strange and wonderful sensation and it made her smile. This was Gibbs - Gibbs, for goodness' sake! The man's track record was abysmal. And yet, she truly wasn't worried... she truly trusted him, trusted them, trusted this.
She sighed happily and let herself relax. A few more hours of rest with Gibbs as a pillow? Definitely something she could get used to. It took hardly any time at all for her to fall back to sleep, her arm wrapped tight around him and a smile on her face.