A late Christmas present for everyone! Here's to some Abby and McGee in the new year! No spoilers, takes place next Christmas.
Lyrics are from Song for a Winter's Night by Sarah McLachlan.
If I could only have you near
To breathe a sigh or two
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
On this winter's night with you
*
At some point between fully clothed and completely naked, McGee suggested moving to the bedroom. But Abby refused to leave the tree, and so they had very satisfying, if somewhat cramped, Christmas Eve sex on her couch.
Now they lay curled together in the multicolored glow of the tree lights, feeling their heartbeats and breathing slowly returning to normal. McGee checked to make sure Abby wasn't about to fall off the edge, but she'd anchored herself firmly, one arm wrapped over his chest and her legs hooked around his. He felt her shiver and pulled a blanket off the back of the couch and over them, tucking it around her shoulders. Abby nestled her head under his chin. "Thanks," she murmured.
"Welcome," he replied sleepily. It was late; very late. In fact…he tilted his head awkwardly to see the clock in her kitchen. A few minutes after midnight. "Merry Christmas," he said, and kissed the top of her head.
A minute later, he was having the air squashed out of him by Abby's sharp elbow as she propped herself up to get a look at the clock. "Merry Christmas," she said with a grin as she lay back down, curling into her previous position.
They lay quietly for a moment, listening to soft Christmas music on the stereo and the sound of one another's breathing. Content to be together.
When Abby spoke, her voice was so low he almost missed it. "Love you," she whispered, hardly more than a breath against his skin.
He wondered if she could feel his heart stutter, and decided he didn't care. He found her hand in the dim light from the tree and held it tight. "Love you, too," he replied, once he trusted his voice to stay steady.
She let out a long breath he hadn't realized she'd been holding, and nestled closer to him. "Want to open presents?" she asked, her voice lighter and happy; wonderfully happy.
McGee tried to think of a way to tell her that it didn't matter what was in the boxes under the tree; she'd already given him the perfect present. In the end, he just shook his head.
"Not yet," he said softly. "Let's wait a little while."
*
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
And to be once again with you
And to be once again with you
FIN