Disclaimer: Don't own.

A/N: Rated for mature content. I realise T ranges from at the lowest mild swearing to at the highest, mature content. So upper end of T-ish.

A/N2: Actually this can wait till the end.

He sees the look on her face.

She sees his recognition of it.

They step closer; they know what they both want.

Her fingers trace his jaw.

His hand grips her hair.

Their lips press together; she tastes so sweet.

Her hands slip to his shirt.

He lifts up her top.

They don't make a sound; they don't need words.

Their clothes fall to the floor.

Their bodies fall to the bed.

They fit together; they move as one, they always have.

Her eyes shine silently.

His lips twitch upward just a little.

A private conversation; they're in their own world.

She bites her lip in pleasure.

His eyes squeeze shut.

They're at the edge together; they fall with each other.

She rests her head on his chest.

He puts her arm around her.

They're so comfortable in each other's arms; like they've found home.

And when he looks down at her, at the red curls splaying over his chest, he feels a contentment, a completion that he thought he'd never achieve. She turns her head to face him and smiles.

Leroy Jethro Gibbs wakes up, breathing hard, as though he's just had a nightmare. Then he remembers what he did dream of, and it's even worse. Not for the first time and not for the last, in the sanctuary of his dark bedroom, he starts to cry.

Okay, now A/N2. Please drop me a review, if only for my own curiosity, to let me know... did you think of Jenny or Shannon?