Author's Note: Yeah, I can see this has upset some people. XD But I did warn you... this is Gibbs/Abby/Holly, not just Gabby. And this is more Gibbs/Holly smut, with some Abby/Holly interaction beforehand. Don't like, don't read. ;) And thank you to the majority who actually do like Gibbs/Holly. XD
Holly
I sit in Gibbs' desk chair, wondering if I'm really desperate enough for a reprieve to rat out Charlotte Cook. It goes against every instinct in my body – Charlotte is, or was, one of my girls, and I look after my own.
Maybe it's not the reprieve that's motivating you, a voice in the back of my mind whispers, and I can't help but smile a little, remembering last night's amazing hookup with Special Agent Gibbs.
It's impossible to get turned on by some clients, and in those situations, a creative call-girl has a bank of memories to call on – recollections of men who they've really connected with, so they can close their eyes and make believe.
Gibbs will definitely be going into my memory-bank. Maybe I'll even tell him that.
"Hi..."
I look up at the woman who's spoken and double-take. She's tall even without the huge boots, and she's covered in tattoos. Gothed up to the nines in a government workplace – but she's not wearing a visitor's pass. NCIS must be an interesting place to work...
"Hi," I respond, wondering what she could possibly want from me. She looks almost... star-struck.
"I'm Abby Sciuto. I've been, um, following your career."
Interesting! "Am I flattered or offended?"
She shifts uncomfortably. "Umm... both?"
Unsure how to respond to that, I tell her, "Love your shoes." At the precise instant that she says the same thing.
The girl has taste, I'll give her that. "Thanks. Manuel Ares. Milan. Makes them by hand."
"Umm... Gothic Sole. Made by some big, heavy, loud piece of machinery in, like, Malaysia."
Maybe not so discerning, then. "Is... something on your mind, Abby?"
Abby bites her lip, seeming torn. I try to fill in the blanks. "You have a problem with my line of work. Do you have legal, moral or women's issues with it?"
She seems to appreciate the blunt approach. "All of the above."
I've heard all the arguments a million times. Most of the time, I even agree with them. "Yeah. Me too. And now I'm paying for it." I pull up the leg of my pants a little, exposing that damn ankle monitor.
Abby smiles, the expression transforming her face from pretty into stunning. She's a knockout, and Agent McGee, sitting opposite me, clearly thinks so too. She hasn't even acknowledged his presence, though, which makes me think she's either been there, done that; or else she has something a little more than an ethical debate on her mind.
I don't usually take on female clients, and I get the feeling NCIS would take a dim view of me drumming up business amongst their employees... but she intrigues me. It's a shame.
"Agent McGee, would you mind getting me a glass of water?" I give him my best earnest and appreciative look, and he nods, jumping up and heading out of earshot. We both watch him go.
"Thanks," Abby says. "He gets a little... possessive."
I take another look in the direction of the water cooler, where McGee is now talking to... Gibbs. I haven't seen him since he left, late last night, and I feel my pulse quicken slightly at the sight of him. He looks just as good in the light of day, if a lot more clothed and composed.
Agent McGee indicates me, and Gibbs glances over, nodding a hello when he catches me looking... and then he sees Abby talking to me. Oooh... instant shoulder tension!
I've met plenty of innocent people with tattoos.
Close friends. Incompatible interests.
I look back at Abby, who's also noticed Gibbs, and the subtle longing on her face sends the pieces clicking into place in my head. Abby is Gibbs' mystery woman – the one he doesn't think he has a chance with, even though anyone with half a brain could see that she's crazy about him.
Time to play matchmaker.
"I have to admit, I was hoping you came to me looking for an appointment."
"Really?" Her eyes widen, and her smile grows mischievous. "Well, that works out well... except that I probably can't afford your rates."
"I don't always charge, you know. I mean, I'm hardly dating material, but sex isn't all about work."
Abby blushes a little – it's cute. "And you want to go off the books with me?"
"You're honest, and you're stylish, and you intrigue me. Are you free tomorrow night?"
She nods, her pigtails swaying. "Do you do kink, or is that something I shouldn't be asking?"
"If you're looking for a Domme, I can work with that," I tell her, and her expression brightens even further. Before she can reply the phone on Gibbs' desk rings, and Agent McGee approaches at a quick walk, almost spilling water over us both.
"Hang on just a second," he says, and darts back behind his desk to start tracing the call, or whatever it is he's doing.
"See you tomorrow, Abby. I'll be in touch."
She nods with a quick smile, and rushes off as I pick up the phone receiver.
It's Charlotte, and I forget everything else, struck by guilt at the sound of her voice. I mask it as much as I can, giving her the details of the client Agent DiNozzo will be pretending to be, and then I hang up to meet Gibbs' confrontational gaze.
"We're set," I tell him softly. "She's taken the bait."
"Good. Come with me."
Leaving Agent McGee behind, we head for the elevator. As soon as the doors close, Gibbs flicks the emergency stop switch, and blue emergency lighting flickers on overhead. "Picking up clients in the office, Holly?"
I lean back against the wall, his glare turning me on a little. "No. Just a date."
"Why Abby?"
"Because I'm attracted to her, because she asked, and because I knew it was gonna piss you off." He takes a step closer, getting in my face, and I close the rest of the distance between us, putting us chest-to-chest. "She's the one you want, isn't she? Abby Sciuto. Did you know she's into kink?"
He swallows hard, but the reaction isn't enough for it to be news to him. "You did, huh? Have you fantasised about being her top? About bending her to your will and making her call you Master?"
"Don't push me..." He's angry, but he wants me, too. If I can push him far enough, he'll probably take me right here and now.
"She wants me to go there with her. And tomorrow night, I will."
His voice is a low growl. "You're a piece of work, Holly Snow."
I shrug, deciding not to tell him my plan yet. "She asked me for it. Came up out of the blue and asked me. And she's gorgeous, and she intrigues me. So I said I would."
He presses me back against the wall, rage and desire controlling him in equal measure. "Cancel it."
I kiss him, and he meets me with a fiery kiss of his own. I get the feeling that I'm gonna see the rougher side of Agent Gibbs now, and I doubt the elevator is soundproof. "Take me somewhere your entire office isn't gonna hear us, Gibbs."
During the drive back to my place, I make sure he remembers what got him so angry, asking questions about Abby now and then. He breaks the speed limit more than once, and within twenty minutes he's slamming my apartment door behind us, grabbing me and pushing me up against the wall.
"Is this what you want, Holly?" His voice is sardonic, but he's really seeking my permission to get rough. I can see why Abby's completely smitten with the guy – he really is a gentleman underneath it all.
"Right now, I want you to fuck me. Tomorrow, I plan to fuck her-" The words do what I intended. Gibbs crushes me to him, his lips against mine hard enough to bruise, his cock hard against me. I moan his name, pushing his suit jacket off his shoulders, pulling off the shirt beneath as soon as he releases me enough.
We stumble through the apartment to the bedroom, shedding clothing along the way, and he leaves teeth-marks on my breast before unhooking my bra. I scratch my nails down his back, and he sighs, grinding against me again. I make short work of his pants, taking his deliciously hard length in one fist and beginning to stroke.
"That feel good?"
He answers me with another brutal kiss, his fingers tangling in my hair, yanking hard enough to hurt. I laugh, and he pins me to the bed, my arms above my head. "I could ask you the same thing. Does it feel good, knowing you can just snap your fingers and take the one person I want the most?"
I see the bitterness in his expression, and know that this hurts him more than it turns him on. Time to tell him the truth. "Gibbs, I only took her up on her offer because I saw the way you were looking at each other. I want you to come with me tomorrow night."
Some of the hardness in his face melts away. "'Each other'?"
Men can be so clueless sometimes. I laugh, shaking my head, and kiss his forehead. "She's got it bad for you. You really don't see it?"
He doesn't. I let the words sink in before putting my hand back to work, slowly, just teasing him. His eyes fall closed, though his brow is still furrowed, and I whisper in his ear, "Everything you've ever fantasised about doing to her... she wants it."
Gibbs groans, dropping his head onto my shoulder. "Holly, this is screwed up. It's not fair to you."
He really is a gentleman. "I'm the one choosing the topic of conversation, Gibbs. I'm just enjoying what I'm doing to you. It doesn't matter to me that I'm not the one you're thinking about."
The reassurance loosens him up a little, and I kiss him again before whispering in his ear, "You know, I bet she has more than a few tattoos underneath those clothes. I wouldn't be surprised if she has pierced nipples, too."
His hands against my breasts are rough – both callused and urgent, and his touch is just what I'm craving. "Maybe even a clit piercing. Those are fun. Have you ever given a girl head when she has one of those? It's a whole new experience-"
I don't have any piercings, but Gibbs doesn't care. His fingers slip down between my legs, and I'm so wet that they just glide inside me, in and out and around and over my clit until I've almost lost my mind. And that's before he's even gone down on me.
"God, she has no idea what she's been missing... I can't wait to watch you make her come..."
Gibbs dips his head between my legs, giving me exactly what I need, and it doesn't take long for me to lose it, my head full of the images I've dreamed up just for him. It's amazing, but I could go for more, and I push him down to the bed and reach over for a condom before the aftershocks have faded completely.
He rolls me over, pinning me again, and now he's smiling. Definitely an improvement. "You really are a piece of work, Holly Snow."
"Does this mean you approve of my plan?" I arch up against him, guiding him inside me, and he gives me another bruising kiss as a reward.
"Not what I would have chosen," he says. "But I get the feeling I'm gonna owe you for it."
"I'll take my payment in sexual favours tomorrow night. You know, before you forget I'm there entirely."
He begins to take me, slowly at first. "Doubt that's gonna happen, considering that she dreamed about you and a whip a couple of nights ago."
I imagine Abby kneeling in front of me, Gibbs at my side, and pull his body down to mine harder as an extra jolt of lust hits my system. "Good to know."
We stop talking, communicating in sighs and moans, surging together, both slaves to our own imaginations. Though his anger's faded, Gibbs is still rougher than he was last night, his forceful kisses and movements turning me on more than I thought possible.
He comes before I do, but I only need a couple of touches to follow him over the edge, digging my fingernails into his back. His breath is hot and shaky against my neck as we calm down, little by little.
More memories to add to the Holly Snow Fantasy Bank, for sure. And tomorrow night promises to be even better.
"Gibbs?"
"Yeah?"
"Are we good?"
He shoots me an amused look. "You mean, do I forgive you for manipulating me into giving you that rough session you wanted?"
I laugh, a little rueful. "Yeah, that."
"We're good."
