Prompt: Memory

Abby loved the security, the contentment they felt together. Legs intertwined, cuddled together on the couch with a fire crackling on the hearth. Her cheek on his chest, she was lulled by the low rumbling of his voice as he spoke, on and on. It would surprise the others to know this, but when they were alone, it was often like their roles reversed. Gibbs, outwardly so taciturn, became open, expressive, sometimes (like tonight) downright chatty. And she, Energizer Abby, calmed in his presence.

He must have realized she was drifting, because he tolerantly nudged her, rolling his eyes as he said her name, and then continued with his rambling,

"… and then I snuck into your office and left your gift on your desk? I'm so glad I stayed hidden around the corner to watch you open it. I'll never forget the look on your face. That's mine. What about you Abbs?"

"Hmm, uh, what Gibbs? What about me?"

"Weren't you paying attention Abbs? I just told you my favorite memory of you, and now I want to know, what's your favorite memory of me?"

Seriously, the others would never believe he got like this. She loved it.