Summary: A change to the Jibbs events of Frame up. Fluff alert.

Rating: M (conservatively)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

* = POV switch

-- = Time Passed

"Ass kissing on the hill is a skill"

"So is castration!"

"I wear a cup!"

Jenny tried to tell herself that it was reflex when her eyes left his and flickered down his body, coming to rest on his crotch. She noted that he was lying, no cup down there. She blushed at her train of thought, remembering his size perfectly. Unless he's shrunk, she mentally sniggered. Her retort died on her lips when her eyes flickered back to his. His expression had changed from one of annoyance to desire and she felt her body respond instantly like it did back when they were lovers. They had been so in tune back then, their bodies so familiar with each other that they could have drawn them perfectly from memory if they had been so inclined.

*

Gibbs had been ready for the fight, expected it in fact. It seemed like all they did these days. They had always had energy between them, sometimes it got too much and they'd release all of their tensions in a spectacular row. He recalled when they released the energy in a different way, ripping each other's clothes off and making love, wherever they happened to be. Their relationship had been very physical in the beginning, until they began to understand each other. Over time they learned to soothe and calm each other. Falling in love had been the natural conclusion of their relationship.

He watched her eyes graze over his body and rest below his belt. She blushed and looked into his eyes and he felt his body react to her admiration. In her gaze he saw her acknowledge her reaction, and his mind was made up. In a split second decision he grabbed her shoulders, pushed her back against the wall and dropped his head to hers, planting a searing kiss on her lips.

*

She sighed happily, dropping her folder with the document she'd got him, and wound her arms around his neck, preventing him from leaving the kiss. Her head swam with desire, relief and bliss. Finally, shethought. They pressed themselves closer, unwilling to entertain the thought of separation. His hands travelled down her sides, gripping her hips and pressing their lower halves together. In response she deepened the kiss, running her tongue between his lips until he granted her entrance and they tasted each other again. It was the flavour of heaven, something they couldn't define, but was just them.

The corridor was beginning to get very hot. They instinctively knew that if they didn't stop right now they'd end up making love right there. It was like they'd had a fix of a drug they couldn't give up. It was too delicious to stop, but too public to carry on. Their lungs screamed with the need for air, forcing them to pull their mouths away. They rested their heads together, catching their breath, fully intending to go back for round two when they noticed it was very quiet for a mid day.

*

Gibbs was the first to look around them, seeing that they had attracted a crowd. The hallway was filled with gaping mouths and giddy smiles. He could feel Jenny getting nervous, so he decided to put on some of the Gibbs charm. He turned to the mass of people and said;

"WHAT?"

They mumbled apologies and fled his glare, leaving him alone with Jenny, who gently disengaged herself from his embrace. For a moment he was worried that she would leave without a backwards glance, but instead she smiled at him, warming his heart. He reached out, smoothing her rumpled suit jacket.

"Thank you, Jethro." She gestured to the floor. "George Stewart's alias and work address."

He stooped and retrieved the folder, giving it back to her and accepting the slip of paper she handed him. She smiled again and walked away down the corridor. Not willing to give her the last word, he called after her, "Just shows you should've stayed a field agent." He nodded his head satisfied, and hurried to the elevator so he could work on clearing DiNozzo's name. They'd discuss this thing between them more tonight.

--

It was late, Abby's assistant had been arrested for setting up DiNozzo and the rest of the team had all gone to the pub for celebratory drinks. Gibbs and Jenny were alone in the bullpen. He cut her off from the elevator when she tried to sneak past him. She sighed dramatically, folding her arms and glaring at him. Apparently having time to think about the kiss had made her reluctant to face her true feelings.

"I wanted to talk to you about earlier." He began, however she cut him off quickly.

"It was unprofessional and ill advised, generated by an adrenaline fuelled argument. It won't happen again, Agent Gibbs."

"Are you sure Jen?" He leaned closer to her, invading her personal space, his lips hovering a few centimetres above hers. He watched her eyes darken, as she unconsciously moved closer to him. He withdrew a little, smirking when she followed him. "You want this, just as much as I do Jenny." He lowered his hands to her hips, drawing her closer, their lips meeting, passion flaring. He felt her hands run up and down his chest, and smiled against her lips. He could taste victory.

He stopped the kiss abruptly, pulling away but staying close enough so they breathed the same air. He was using the intimacy of the position to give him the courage to say what he knew she needed to hear. Their relationship had never needed words. They hadn't needed to talk about everything, but if he wanted to get this back on track, he would have to say those three little words. He pushed her fringe away from her eyes, running his fingers down her cheek, before lovingly tracing her lips.

"I want you, Jenny. I need you. I..." He looked deep into her eyes, seeing the undisguised hope in her eyes.

"Yes? You…what?"

He leaned in for another kiss, drawing strength from her. She hadn't run yet. That meant he was right about what she needed from him.

"Jethro…"

"I love you."

He was relieved to get it out in the open, to finally tell her how he felt. He was surprised how good it was, to see her amazed expression, the smile that appeared like a sunrise.

"I love you too, Jethro." She leaned in for another kiss, which he was happy to provide.

"Your place or mine?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her and she laughed a carefree and natural laugh, like the ones he used to invoke in Paris.

"My place is more comfortable. More flat surfaces…" she trailed off suggestively.

His response was to wrap his arm around her waist and guide her swiftly to the elevator, hoping to actually get to her house before they gave in to what had been building all day. It was definitely an exercise in control. The emergency stop button had never looked so tempting.

--

"We were meant to be Jenny." He mumbled in her ear much later as they lay, sated in each other's arms. "Six years apart couldn't stop this." He kissed her cheek as she drifted off to sleep, mumbling his name and her love softly. He nuzzled her neck, wrapping the covers more securely around them, chuckling quietly as she snuggled closer. He watched her sleep for a while before exhaustion caused him to join her in slumber. His last thought was that they should have discussed the lack of birth control.