<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Gibbs saw her lean into him -- nearly fall, and catch herself -- and if felt like he was watching it from a very far distance... until her lips touched his.  God, it was all he could do not to wrap his arms around her right there, pull her to him and never let go.  He'd wanted to taste her for so long that it was intoxicating.  <br/>
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And terrifying.<br/>
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When she pulled away, he wanted to chase that taste again, but he resisted... barely.  Instead, he let out a deep breath and reached for the laptop keyboard.  <i>Rule 12 is superseded by Rule 5, and I think we could be good.  But I've got baggage, Kate -- other than the ex-wives.  Maybe too much to expect you to live with.</i>  He paused, and rubbed his face.  He didn't know what she knew -- but it only seemed fair to tell her.  <i>Married four times, divorced three.  My first wife and our daughter were killed when I was an active duty Marine.  Any of my ex-wives would tell you I'm a broken man -- even if most of them never knew about my girls.  I want to kiss you again, Kate -- a lot -- but not without knowing that you know I'm damaged goods.  I don't know if I can be the kind of man you deserve.</i></span></span>