Summary: A fun evening for Gibbs and Abby leads to something more exciting.
Disclaimer: NCIS and its characters are the property of Belisarius Productions and CBS. No copyright infringement is intended.
Title: How's It Hangin'?
Rated: M
Category: Romance/Humor
Pairing: Abby/Gibbs
A/N: This is a birthday present for my dear, fun-loving friends Gosgirl and Bamacrush. Their birthdays are only a day apart. Happy Birthday, ladies!
Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs settled back on his couch with a small smile playing upon his lips as he watched Forensic Scientist Abby Sciuto watching a baseball game on his television. He was feeling relaxed because of the alcohol he'd consumed and he was happy because his evening with Abby had been very entertaining.
Without any warning, she suddenly launched out of her seat and threw her hands in the air, yelling, "Strike? That wasn't a strike! Umpire needs glasses!" Her exuberance tipped the beer bottle in her hand, nearly spilling it down the front of her shirt.
Sitting up quickly, Gibbs put his hands out to steady her hips as she swayed beside him. "Whoa. Easy, Abbs."
She looked back at him then lost her balance and in one motion, he grabbed her and pulled her down onto his lap. Sitting crosswise on his thighs, she yelped then started laughing and lifted the beer to her lips, but Gibbs took the bottle from her hand and set it on the coffee table.
"Hey, I wasn't done with that!" she protested, throwing him a pouty look.
He fought not to smile, but the corners of his mouth twitched just the slightest bit. "I think we've both had enough," he returned. "Looks like you'll be spending the night."
Abby's expression quickly sobered as she looked into his eyes and held his gaze. "Then what's the problem?" she asked, reaching for the beer bottle.
He tugged her back against his chest so she couldn't reach it, feeling excitement at the way her body felt against his. "I don't want you getting sick from drinking too much."
"That never happens to me," she said, wiggling her hips and moving off his lap. "Could we at least have a little bourbon as a nightcap?" she asked, glancing at the tv. "Oh, the game's back on."
Once again Gibbs got comfortable as the top half of the ninth inning played out and Abby cheered on the Washington Nationals. They didn't give up any hits but heading into the bottom of the inning, the Nationals needed two runs in order to win. Abby was completely zoned in on the game and he found it more delightful to watch her instead of the game.
When the Nationals came up to bat, Gibbs had all kinds of thoughts rumbling through his head, most of them unbidden and alcohol induced. Thoughts that he usually kept buried down deep and were the reasons why he never drank too much when he was with Abby. But tonight, against his better judgment, he had indulged in too much beer. So with her sitting right next to him and her unique scent swirling in the air around him, his secret feelings of desire started to dig their way to the surface.
What would it be like to kiss her mouth?
"Yes!" Abby yelled with a fist pump, "They have a runner in scoring position."
Gibbs didn't even glance at the tv. The craving he felt for her at the moment, quite frankly, shocked him and he was working like hell to push away additional thoughts of passion. They had both had too much to drink but as he watched her scoot to the edge of the cushion, his eyes couldn't leave her beautiful expressive face.
Her hair was loose and down around her shoulders and she wore a white t-shirt tucked into tight fitting black pants. Visions of stripping off her clothes came to him. Visions that were far more explicit now that he had too much beer in his system.
Abby jumped to her feet and threw her hands over her head. "A home run! A walk-off home run! They won, Gibbs!"
She continued to jump and wiggle around, and he wanted her body to be close to his so badly that he grabbed her hips once again and pulled her down onto his lap. Her arms automatically wrapped around his neck as she continued to celebrate and his desire grew stronger with every second he held her soft curves in his arms, feeling every breath she took.
A few seconds later Abby began to settle and leaned back to look at him. Reaching up, he brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes then his gaze drifted down to her mouth and back up. His jaw was tight and he knew that desire was written all over his face. He was aching to kiss her full lips.
Just when he was about to make his move, he felt Abby's body tense and she turned away, grabbed the remote and switched the television off. She then slid out of his lap and headed for the kitchen. "What do you wanna do now?" she asked him over her shoulder.
Gibbs knew he had to take a moment to calm down before he followed her, and he wondered if she had felt his hard-on. It's probably why she had escaped so quickly. Finally smoothing his hands down his thighs, he stood and went to the kitchen where she'd pulled out two glasses and the bourbon.
"Think we should switch to coffee," he suggested, placing the bottle back in a high cupboard.
Abby gave him a tiny smile. "Spoil-sport," she responded but went towards the coffee-maker anyway.
"We shouldn't have had so many beers," he stated, getting water for the coffee. "I'm having a hard time staying focused."
"So I noticed."
Gibbs felt the tips of his ears grow warm and red.
Abby leaned her back against the counter, watching him and he wondered what she was thinking. Would she mind if he were to kiss her… on the mouth? Would she want to share his bed tonight? A groan slipped from his throat and he squeezed his eyes shut tight, trying valiantly to get control of his thoughts or he was going to end up ruining their entire evening.
"You okay, Gibbs?"
Damn. He was acting hinky and she'd noticed. "Yeah. I'm fine."
"You probably want to go work in your basement."
"Don't have to," he answered, even though he knew it was the logical thing to do so as not to be tempted any further by the lovely woman in his kitchen. He could still feel the way her soft hair had brushed across his fingers when they'd been on the couch.
"Good, coz I'm too jazzed to sit around," she bubbled with excitement, looking about. Her eyes landed on a bowl of fruit and she giggled. "Wanna play a game?"
Beside her, Gibbs measured out the ground coffee. "Such as?"
She moved towards the fruit. "A game I learned from a friend of mine. I've never played it myself but it sounded like fun."
Finished with the coffee, he turned to see that she had grabbed a banana from the bowl. "What are you up to, Abbs?"
She faced him with a little twinkle in her eye and a smile on her lips, and a hot rush of desire shot down his spine. "It's called How's It Hangin'?" She held up the yellow fruit in her hand. "You got a shoestring? A long one."
Turning his back, he pulled open a drawer and told himself he needed to get the hell out of here. The name of this game sounded dangerous and since it included a banana, he was almost certain he would regret playing along. And yet, he grabbed a pair of shoe strings and pulled one out of the package, handing it to Abby. She tied one end of the string securely around one end of the banana, then she stepped closely in front of him and reached for the front of his blue jeans.
Since his back was against the counter, he couldn't move away, so he grabbed her hand to still it. "What're you doing?"
Her eyes lifted to meet his. "Gonna loop this other end of the string around your belt buckle so the banana will hang about six inches off the floor between your legs."
His eyes narrowed to blue slits. "Then what?" he asked in a deep voice as his blood started pounding through is veins.
"Then by moving your hips, you have to swing the banana and hit an orange across the room."
Releasing the grip on her wrist, he didn't say anything and continued to stare at her as if daring her to continue, which of course, she did.
This is not good. This is SO not good, kept running through his head.
"It'll be fun. I promise," she told him as she looped the end of the string around his belt buckle a couple times, her fingers so close to brushing across his zipper. Finally when she was satisfied that the banana was hanging just right, she turned and grabbed an orange out of the fruit bowl.
Gibbs was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that there was a banana hanging between his legs when Abby grabbed his elbow and pulled him to one end of the kitchen, placing the orange on the floor in front of him. "Now, without using your hands or feet, move your hips so that you can hit the orange with the banana and make it roll across the floor."
Silently, Gibbs swore and berated himself for continuing to go along with this. He knew the only way to swing the banana was to move his hips back and forth, sort of like thrusting. Swallowing a moan, he widened his stance. Ever so slightly, he moved his hips forward then backwards. The banana barely swayed.
"Harder, Gibbs," Abby encouraged and his mind immediately jumped to a totally different setting with Abby saying those same words. But that was a fantasy for later.
Moving his hips a little more, he got the banana swinging between his legs and stepped closer to the orange, hitting it and rolling it a couple feet across the floor. Looking up at Abby, she gave him a big smile, and once again, he stepped towards the orange. Twice more he swung the banana, hitting the orange and finally it rolled through the kitchen doorway.
"Not bad," he stated, looking at Abby with a small grin.
Abby squeezed her hands together in front of her chest in delight. "You're a natural, Gibbs. Great hip action."
To hide his expression, Gibbs bent over and picked up the orange, thinking how much he wanted to impress her another way with his great hip action.
Handing Abby the orange, they moved back across the kitchen and he pulled the shoe string from his belt. "Now I wanna see your hip action," he said lowly as he wound the string through her belt buckle.
"It took you three hits," Abby stated as she adjusted the length of the string. "If I can match that then we'll do it again and see who can do it the fastest."
Gibbs wondered if she had any idea how much her words were laced with innuendos. Or maybe it was just his mind getting carried away.
Abby was still felling giddy that Gibbs was going along with playing the game. He had taken his turn in stride and she was more than a little surprised by his reaction. He actually seemed to be enjoying himself. She definitely was enjoying herself.
Watching as Gibbs moved his hips back and forth in a rhythm was more than a little arousing. But, oh my God, before that, when he had held her on his lap, she'd nearly kissed him. She almost thought she'd seen desire in his darkened blue eyes. Good thing she hadn't lost her mind and actually tasted his lips because that would have ruined their entire evening.
Placing the orange on the floor, Abby tried to straighten her swirling thoughts as she stood behind it and got the banana swinging. But she didn't have the same control as Gibbs and the banana missed the orange several times. "You made it look so easy," she said, laughing at herself because it was so much more difficult than it had looked.
"Slow your hips down a little," Gibbs encouraged. "Your banana is swinging all over the place."
Once again, Abby moved towards the orange and tried to make slow steady movements, but the banana still swung wildly. Again she was laughing at herself which didn't help her to keep a steady rhythm. "This is too hard. How come you were so good at it?"
Instead of answering, Gibbs moved in behind her, and she was pleasantly startled when his large hands grasped her hips. "Hold still and let me guide you," he told her.
Playfully, she tried to wiggle her hips but Gibbs held them tightly. The sizzling warmth from where his hands made contact quickly spread up her waist and across to her stomach and breasts. She couldn't imagine this game getting any more fun.
Gently, he guided her hips forward a little then pulled them back towards his body. "You have to do this slow and straight." Again, his strong hands moved her hips forward then back and the banana swung straight on the long string. "Now bend your knees just a little on the backswing and the banana will hit the orange as it comes forward."
But when Abby bent her knees, the banana dropped too low and drug to a stop on the floor. "Ooops," she giggled. "That was too much."
"Ya think?"
Twisting her head, she looked back over her shoulder at Gibbs and felt a hot flash of desire move over her, through her, at just how badly she wanted him. Automatically, her hands lifted and rested atop of his, her heart skipping a beat as she felt the strength in his grip. Once again he guided her movements and even though she was watching the banana, her mind was consumed with thoughts of Gibbs' hands sliding across her naked body, pulling her closer, touching her…
She was vaguely aware of bending her knees and the banana brushing the floor, causing it to veer off to the side and miss the orange.
"I don't know," she said softly, feigning disappointment. "I can't do this."
"Sure you can," Gibbs responded and stepped so close that her ass was practically cradled against his crotch. "Move with my body."
Barely controlling herself from pressing back against his zipper, Abby felt her blood turn hot as her heart tripped, and Gibbs guided her movements. So with her mind not on the game, when Gibbs moved forward, she pushed backwards and her ass bumped against his groin. His heat against her backside nearly drove her over the edge but to keep from giving herself away, she started laughing.
Then Gibbs growled, "Concentrate, Abbs, and quit laughing." She thought for sure he was upset until she glanced back at him and saw that he was trying not to laugh, also.
The alcohol they'd drunk during the ballgame was definitely making them a little silly and Abby tried valiantly, but failed miserably to get serious. "Okay, okay. I'll try not to do that again," she stated, lying on purpose.
Inching back just a bit, she felt Gibbs' zipper against her ass and couldn't help shifting against it. Either he didn't notice or decided to ignore it, but as he started guiding her hips forward once again, he instructed, "Let's do this slowly."
Abby sniggered. "Mmmm, and make it laaaast," she cooed. Now she almost collapsed in a fit of giggles but one of Gibbs' arms wrapped around her waist, holding her securely against his front.
"I think this game is over," he stated, chuckling along with her laughter.
With wicked playfulness, Abby pressed back against his zipper and wiggled her hips. "Did you put your banana in your pocket?" she moaned seductively.
At this point, she expected Gibbs to move away and say something about them both being drunk. But, unexpectedly, he spun her around to face him and there was something about the way their eyes met that turned their little game into something more. They just stared at each other for a second. Green to blue. Then with equal amounts of joy, they both started laughing and fell against one another.
After about a minute, Abby suddenly stiffened when she felt Gibbs' fingers slide to the front of her pants and she jerked back. "What're you doing?"
His blue eyes were still smiling. "Undoing your banana string," he stated.
She gave him a pouty look. "But I wasn't done. I only hit my banana once."
"Banana?" he questioned, smiling.
"Orange!" she corrected. "I only hit the orange once. C'mon, let me try once more."
He tugged at the string wrapped around her belt. "I don't think that's a good idea. You're not behaving."
"Awww, Gibbs, you're no fun at all. Eleven years and I can't even get to first base with you."
Finally the string was free and he laid it and the banana on top of the counter. "Felt like third base to me."
She stared at him with a hopeful expression. "Sooo, first base would be…?"
Gibbs leaned forward, closing the distance between them and touched his lips lightly to hers, barely pressing. His lips were very still and slightly parted and it took Abby a few seconds to realize what was happening, then her hand slipped up into his hair. With that he pressed his lips a little more, encouraging more of a response.
Abby pulled him closer, pushing her chest against his and the kiss quickly went from innocent to passionate. She opened her mouth to him and his tongue swept inside along hers. She tasted beer and saltiness from the peanuts they had shared. One of his hands pressed against her back, keeping her soft body against his harder one, making her heart thump wildly at the exciting contrast. The fingers of his other hand slipped into her hair at the back of her head as his tongue worked magic inside her mouth, and she couldn't remember ever being kissed this damn good.
To be continued…