Picnic Interlude

Authors: Bamacrush and Gosgirl
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Abby/Gibbs
Category: Romance
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement is intended. NCIS and its characters are the property of DPB and CBS. If I had a silver-haired, blue-eyed Marine to play with, do you think I'd have time for writing?

Summary: Written for the Gibbs/Abby Shipper Forum Creative Drive for the prompt 'Summer'.

A/N: Set in an established Gabby universe. This is a joint writing effort between me and Bamacrush, although I feel she deserves the credit for this really. She'd come up with the scenario, the 'ingredients' and had gathered up the picnic rug, strawberries, ice cream, melon and ice cubes and had gone hurtling off in search of silver-haired Marines before you could say 'edible massage oil'! I just hung onto her coat tails as she raced past me! ;)

Gibbs could see her as he waited impatiently for their hot dogs.

He could tell Abby was tired even from this distance. She was leaning back against the tree, sitting untypically still on a rug in 'their' spot... in the shade in a quiet corner where although they could be overlooked, they were at least able to talk without being overheard.

Their spot was tucked away under the trees on the edge of the little urban park, near enough to the Navy Yard and his coffee shop that they could occasionally sneak out for a picnic lunch in the warm summer months ... caseload permitting. Not as private as they would have liked but it was the best they could do. No one knew about them being together... not yet, so any time spent in public had to be discreet in case they were seen.

He set off, long strides eating up the distance between them, clutching hot dogs, Caf!Pow and coffee, eager to see her. Even though they worked in the same building, lived in the same house, he hadn't seen her for a few days.

God, he'd missed her.

The case had been brutal, with the team spending long days in the field, holed up in a grotty motel working a case on the edge of the state, while Abby had put in punishingly long days, backed up in the lab processing the mountain of evidence from his case and the other teams. She'd even slept on her futon one night as it wasn't worth going home for only a few hours and because she hated being in their bed alone.

A brief gap in both the investigation and the lab work had opened up and they'd snatched it to take a quick lunch... his agents due to report back this afternoon and test results not in for a few hours. When his cell had beeped with a text from Abby, 'Lunch? Bring hotdogs,' he'd suppressed a smile with difficulty. She knew if he didn't ring her to say no, he'd be there.

He slowed as he neared their tree, taking in the ice box next to her and her long legs stretched out on the rug, the tantalising stretch of smooth pale skin between the top of her socks and the edge of her skirt drawing his eyes.

"Hey, Abbs."

Emerald green opened and the tiredness in them lifted as she gave him a blinding smile. Gibbs felt his stomach flip over as it usually did when he saw her beautiful face.

"Hey, Gibbs."

He swallowed heavily at hearing her husky alto voice for the first time in what seemed like forever. She never failed to take his breath away. All he wanted was to grab her and kiss her senseless. Fighting the urge to do just that, he settled on the rug beside her. Handing her the drink and hotdog, he trailed his rough fingertips over her wrist, feeling her shiver at the contact.

"Ya hungry, Abby?"

"Yes, I am, and not just for lunch." Giggling as she unwrapped the hotdog, she noticed the intensely hungry look on his face.

It was almost too warm for hot food but she'd not eaten much recently and was hungrier than she realized. Abby attacked the hotdog with enthusiasm, almost moaning at the taste, hearing Gibbs chuckle beside her.

Glancing across at her as she ate, he almost regretted it.

He'd forgotten her usual habit of eating a hotdog involved licking the relish and mustard off first. Tired as he was, he'd missed not only seeing his Abbs, but in sharing a bed, a shower, a couch with her. Sex had been five days, 11 hours ago... give or take a few minutes.

Being reminded of just how sinuous that tongue was probably wasn't a good idea right now... the day was hot enough as it was. He tore his eyes away with difficulty, shifting on the rug as his pants began to feel tight.

Slowly licking the last of the mustard from her fingers, she threw him a teasing look, knowing exactly what he was thinking. She was thinking much the same thing herself.

Abby always missed Gibbs when he was away on a case, more so now they were together. The house seemed empty without his quiet presence and the lab day wasn't complete without his visits, whether demanding results, bringing her Caf!Pow or snatching a few seconds together.

She missed his voice, those blue eyes, that hard body and the grin which seemed to come more easily now in her presence.

Dragging her eyes away from obviously checking him out, she dipped into the delicious coolness of the ice box, running through what she'd brought for dessert... ice cream, strawberries, beer, watermelon and ice cubes... lots of ice cubes.

"I've got a little bit of everything here. What are you hungry for?", she asked with a mischievous grin, knowing exactly what he wanted.

"You." His low, gravelly voice caused a shiver to run down her spine, as always.

"Feeling's mutual," she told him quietly, aching to reach out and touch him, to kiss him hello. It was at times like these that she wished their relationship was out in the open, so they didn't have to hide even a normal greeting. "I missed you."

"Me too, Abbs. It's been a long week," he sighed as he leaned his head back against the trunk, allowing his eyes to drift closed for a moment.

She gazed thoughtfully at him, realizing how tired and stressed he looked. She wanted nothing more than to wrap her arms around him and ease his stress away. Now was not the time or the place. She would have to make do by teasing him unmercifully, she grinned to herself.

Handing him an ice cold beer, she picked out two watermelon pieces, offering him one but he shook his head and started on his hot dog.

"You can never eat these elegantly. Best way to eat one of these is naked, so it doesn't matter if anything drops." She suckled on the melon and giggled as the drips ran down her chin and onto her neck.

Her throaty chuckle had its usual effect on him, heightened when she deliberately caught his eye as she sucked the juice from her fingers. She saw his eyes darken as his imagination filled in the gaps.

Abby watched as he upended the bottle and saw the strong muscles in his throat contracting as he swallowed, feeling her pulse begin to pound at his closeness. She thought Gibbs looked drawn and she wanted nothing more than to crawl into his lap and teasingly feed him lunch, have him lick the juice from her hands.

She wished they were at home in the back yard so he could lie down with his head on her lap and she could run her fingers through his hair... dip her hands in the melting ice and soothe his hot skin, tracing the familiar and well loved lines of his face... urge him to remove his shirt so she could massage his muscles... cooling him down while raising his temperature.

He seemed to read her mind as always.

"Wish we'd had time to go home. I've missed ya, Abs," shooting her a quick boyish grin.

"Mmm. What did you have in mind?" she wondered.

She wasn't the only one who could tease. "Spreading you out on a rug on the decking, covering you in ice cream and watermelon and then eating lunch... slowly."

Moaning at the all too real images that his words provoked, she saw his grin and the promise in his eyes which said later.

Abby rummaged in the ice box again. "Chocolate or vanilla?"

Seeing him hesitate, she went on. "If you don't want this ice cream, I can always run over and pick up a popsicle."

Oh no. Having her suck a popsicle right in front of him was definitely not a good idea. His self control would evaporate like smoke. It was bad enough some days when she sucked hard on a Caf!Pow straw right in front of him and he felt the jolt go straight to his cock.

Picking up a strawberry, she scooped chocolate ice cream over it and closed her eyes as she bit into it, not bothering to suppress a groan as the contrasting tastes exploded on her tongue.

Opening her eyes to see his rapt stare centred on her lips, she grinned at him and reached for another strawberry, coating it in vanilla ice cream before offering it to him. Leaning forward, taking a risk but trying to make it look nonchalant, he closed his mouth around the strawberry, running his tongue around her fingertips... hearing her gasp.

Working their way through the ice cream covered strawberries one by one, the heat, the sensuous teasing, the closeness, all combined to tantalise both of them unbearably.

Feeling the need even more than ever now to cool down, Abby lay on the rug and ran an ice cube gently round her neck. She sighed as it melted slowly on her heated skin, the drops running down her neck and into the opening of her blouse.

Adding more ice, it wasn't long before her blouse was beginning to soak through, outlining her bra underneath it... ivory lace by the look of it. He knew the very one and his cock pulsed even further at the thought of the thong that went with it.

He ached to follow those drops with his tongue, feel the cool liquid against the warmth of her skin... run the ice cube over her breasts and watch the nipples pebble... make her writhe and beg as he suckled on her clit with an ice cube in his mouth.

Then his cell rang... jolting him out of his daydream.

News that they'd caught a break on the case came almost as a relief at first. He wasn't sure how much more torture he could endure without pinning her down... or handcuffing her to the slats of that nearby park bench, and to hell with any audience.

Although how the hell he was supposed to walk back into the Navy Yard when he was hard as a rock, he hadn't yet figured out... or more urgently, how he was going to walk out of the park.

He didn't even have a coat he could carry in front of him... the rug would have to suffice until he could calm down... not easy when he could hear her giggling beside him. This was where women had an advantage over men, they could hide their arousal more easily.

Abby scrambled to her feet but not before leaning over to whisper in his ear. "It's a pity I can't take care of that for you... first."

Images of her on the rug on her knees taking his aching hardness into her mouth, driving him half out of his mind with her tongue and lips, nearly finished him off.

She was going to pay for this later.

Giggling at the expression on his face, Abby packed up their lunch, deciding to go with him. No point in staying without him. She decided she was damp enough... in more ways than one.

Later, if they made it home, they would finish their frustratingly short lunch... on a rug in the basement under his boat and she would continue melting those ice cubes... all over him.

The end... possibly!