Title: Made to be Broken – Agent Afloat
Author: Jo. R
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Abby/Gibbs
Category: Smut, mild angst, romance
Spoilers: 'Agent Afloat'.
Summary: Some rules are made to be broken.
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She thought it would be over when the team were reunited. They went out for drinks after work to officially welcome Tony back and she consoled herself that it'd been good while it had lasted – very, very good – and promised herself that she wouldn't let it affect their working relationship.
Gibbs, it seemed, had other ideas and she certainly wasn't about to complain.
When he offered to drive her home, she started preparing herself mentally for the inevitable blow off. His team was back, their circle restored. They no longer needed to seek comfort in one another in a physical sense – there was no reason for it.
No excuse.
He got out of the car without comment and she waited in the passenger seat, fidgeting with her bracelets anxiously. She tried to smile when he opened the car door for her, dropping her gaze from his when she felt he was seeing too much of her. The hand he placed against the small of her back to lead her up the steps into her building burnt through the thin cotton of her top and she willed herself not to react.
"You don't have to see me to the door, Gibbs. I'm sure I'll be safe from here." She chanced another look at him as she started up the stairs to her second floor apartment, surprised that he'd followed her further than the front door.
"I know I don't have to. I want to." He shrugged when he caught her eye and it was his turn to look away first.
They made their way up to her apartment in silence and she took her time unlocking the door, drawing out the moment. As soon as she turned to say goodnight, he'd tell her their physical relationship was over. He'd be nice about it – he was Gibbs and he did care about her – but he'd be firm. Sex was a distraction, one they were no longer were in need of now their friends were back and one he couldn't afford at work.
Resigned to the fact it was over and she would be reacquainting herself with some of the neglected toys in the drawer beside her bed, Abby forced herself to turn and look at him once the door was open.
She wasn't expecting him to be so close nor was she expecting him to move even closer.
Her mouth was open to question him when he lowered his to it, his tongue entering her parted lips to duel with hers without preamble. He kissed her hungrily, as though it'd been weeks since they'd been together when in actual fact it'd only been a few days since she'd last shared his bed.
Abby gripped his shoulders and moaned into his mouth, fingernails digging into flesh and muscle through the material of his shirt. She welcomed the leg he moved between hers, pressing herself against it even as they moved into her apartment to keep from giving her neighbours a show.
The door slammed heavily, hard at her back. Her head swam dizzily but she wasn't sure if it was due to the kiss or the speed at which he'd spun her around.
"Gibbs..." She tore her mouth away, breathing heavily, trailing kisses from his jaw to his ear. She nibbled on his earlobe, smiling breathlessly when his hands flexed against her hips in response before moving to deal with the fastening at the front of her pants.
"Yeah, Abs?" His mouth returned to hers for a few long moments, silencing her far more effectively than anything words could.
Abby broke away, pushing her hands against his chest to get him to take a step back. She looked at him through lidded eyes, her chest heaving with uneven breaths. "I thought you were going to end it," she admitted quietly, fingers tightening around his shirt as if to keep him with her. "I thought you were going to say it's over..."
Gibbs looked at her, his expression giving nothing away even as his eyes searched hers. "Do you want it to be?"
She took her time in replying, knowing if she answered too quickly, she'd be giving away too much. She shook her head and tugged on his shirt, drawing him just close enough to stand on her tiptoes and press her lips against his. "No. But if you did, I'd be okay with that. I meant what I said. I don't want any more than you can give me."
It was a lie, one of the few she'd told him, but Gibbs didn't seem to notice.
He allowed her to kiss him gently for a few moments before taking control. His hand at the back of her head kept her in place as he nibbled at her lips, running his tongue over them before she allowed let him take control and deepen their kiss, his tongue sweeping over her teeth and the roof of her mouth, tasting her, branding her.
Claiming her.
They backed slowly away from the door, relying on their memories to guide them from the front of her apartment through to her bedroom at the back. Abby pushed him backwards until the backs of his legs hit her mattress, her nimble fingers slowly lowering the zipper of his pants before slipping her hand inside to stroke his already hardened length through the thin material of his boxer shorts.
She stopped long enough to push down his pants, pleased when he shrugged out of his shirt and cast it haphazardly on the floor.
He stood naked in front of her, unabashed by it. They'd been lovers in a physical sense for long enough that they knew each other's bodies intimately, leaving no room for self-consciousness or insecurities.
She kissed him softly, trailing her lips down his neck to his shoulders. Gibbs bore it silently, his hands resting at her waist, but he made no effort to stop her or to guide her actions. His hands tightened when her lips found first one nipple and then the other, his fingers digging into her flesh as she first bit gently then licked the sensitive nubs with her tongue. He felt her smile against his chest and was forced to let go of her hips as she moved lower, one hand clenching into a fist at his side while the other came to rest on the top of her head as she took him into her mouth, her fingers working alongside her tongue and lips to torment him to the edge.
He groaned her name softly, tilting his head back as his eyes slid shut. His hips moved of their own accord and he felt the puff of hot air against his strained member when she laughed and tutted softly, telling him to be patient.
It was a few minutes later when he dragged her up to his level, kissing her hungrily as his patience wore out. His hands made short work of removing her clothes, leaving them strewn on the floor wherever they landed as he sat down on the edge of the bed and drew her down with him, settling her into his lap.
A small sound escaped her, part giggle, part sigh. She wiggled her hips atop of him, smirking when his eyes darkened and he growled in warning. His hips jerked upwards, showing her wordlessly what he wanted and Abby was only too happy to oblige. She took him into her, holding his gaze, and rocked her hips gently at first. Gibbs put his hands on her waist to help guide her movements, pressing his feet against the floor, curling his toes as he moved beneath her.
He watched her as she rode him, unable to tear his eyes away from her face as her eyes half-closed in pained pleasure, her full lips parting so she could pant softly. He lifted his hands to her hair, untying it from the dishevelled pigtails she'd been wearing, running his fingers through her dark locks as it settled around her face.
Black against pale ivory skin, framing vibrant green eyes and swollen red lips.
He felt his release building and lowered his head to her breasts. He suckled at one nipple while he pinched the other between his forefinger and thumb. The hand that had been supporting the small of her back moved to slip between their bodies, his fingers moving to where their bodies were joined, making short work of finding her clit and stroking it in a steady tempo he knew she couldn't resist.
She shuddered around him, her muscles clenching as her hips moved erratically against his. His name was a breathless sob torn from her lips, her head thrown back. Gibbs lifted his head to watch her, her image emblazoned in his mind as he found his own release and emptied himself within her.
Abby curled up against him, her head finding a place against his shoulder as it normally did. He felt her breath against his neck slowly even out and waited until his heart rate returned to something akin to normal before attempting to move them into the centre of the bed.
She helped him drowsily, burrowing beneath the sheets he pulled up over them. He lay down beside her without hesitation, wrapping his body around hers before following her into a deep, contented slumber.
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He sat on the edge of the bed, watching her sleep for several long minutes before finally listening to the voice in his head and getting up to go home.
They'd only woken up together twice; once after their first night as lovers, once after his first visit to her apartment. Abby had made a habit of leaving before he woke every time after that and Gibbs had found himself following her lead even when he would have preferred not to.
He smiled when she reached for his pillow, arms wrapping around it possessively as she buried her face against it. Her hair was a tangled mess, her eyes circled by mascara and eyeliner smears and he thought she'd never looked more beautiful.
Not that he would tell her that. Not that he could.
Their arrangement was strictly physical; that was the way she wanted it and if it was the only way he could have her, Gibbs was willing to put up with it.
He couldn't understand why someone like Abby would be interested in him and was sure her interest would fade in a few more months once he'd given her all he could. He was convinced she'd get bored; that she'd find someone else, someone younger. When she did, he'd let her go. It'd break his heart but he'd do it for her. He'd go back to being her friend, her confidant, and he'd be there to pick up the pieces and give her a shoulder to cry on, a protector consigned to living in the shadows of her brilliant existence.
In the meantime, he was going to enjoy it. Savour it. Commit everything to memory so he had something to fall back on to warm the lonely nights ahead of him.
He stood up carefully, not wanting to wake her, and slipped out of her bedroom, out of the apartment, and into the busy world beyond.
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