Title: MORNING GLORY
Author: Bamacrush
Rating: T
Pairing: Abby Sciuto/Leroy Jethro Gibbs
Category: Romance

Disclaimer: No copyright infringement is intended. NCIS and its characters are the property of DPB and CBS. I just like to play with them!

Summary: Abby has a dream that she wishes was real life.

A/N: Written for the Gabby Shippers forum, Hiatus Drive, Week 12, prompt: Morning

A/N2: To my Jibbs friends, it's okay. I haven't gone crazy. Blame this one on Gosgirl. She is a bad influence on me. And she claims I am the naughty one! LOL

As she tossed and turned in sleep, snippets from what had to be a porn film, but even better, flashed through her mind.

Moans, sighs, gasps and growls. Flashes of color, silver, tan and piercing blue. Sensations tingling over her skin from strong, calloused hands. Warm firm lips pressed to hers. Fingers lightly tracing over ebony lines etched in her skin leaving shivers of pleasure rocketing through her nerve endings.

As her eyes slowly open to awareness, she feels the heat of the images still imprinted on her brain and her body.

It was only a dream. But wow . . .

A blush creeps over her face as she realizes who inspired those silver and blue flashes, calloused hands, warm lips and deep growls.

"God, not again. I can't stop dreaming about him. He's driving me crazy, even in my sleep."

And now, here lies her fate. After dreaming about the one she can never have, she has to get up, put on a happy face, go to work and try to ignore the feelings of desire and longing she has had for years.

Or does she?

Something's niggling at her in her dreamy state. Something very important that she seems to have forgotten. Something slowly pushing through the fog of sleep and into the light of day.

Like the scientist she is, she ticks off what she knows as her senses come to life. The bed seems unusually warm. She is snugly ensconced in a dip in the middle, with firm heat against her back and the aroma of bourbon, sawdust, and sex in the air. A tanned, calloused hand splayed over her hip. And something pressed firmly against her ass . . .

As she slowly rolls over towards the warmth, the weight, the firmness, the light, she is totally unprepared for the dream-like vision she sees in real life, in living color.

Long, lean legs entwined with hers. Strong muscular chest with a smattering of more silver hair inviting her fingers to drift through. Broad sturdy shoulders waiting for her to grab on to. Lean neck and strong jaw begging her to kiss and nuzzle.

And the crowning glory . . .

Shining blue eyes, laugh lines crinkling in the corners. Sleep-tousled silver hair covering a head propped on a large calloused hand. Big grin highlighted by white teeth and kissable lips.

All for her and only her. Thank God.

Then the vision speaks the most beautiful words she has ever heard.

"Mornin', Abbs."

THE END