Gibbs pulled up to the restaurant and quickly ordered their take-out. He made Abby wait inside with him as their order was boxed and bagged. It hadn't taken long and thirty five minutes after he had pulled her from the alley, they were sitting in his basement eating Chinese and drinking coffee. When they were finished Abby cleaned up the mess and then sat quietly and watched as Gibbs worked on his boat. He was so focused on what he was doing that he didn't as much as glance up at her.
As she watched him work she wondered if Gibbs would be surprised to know that he was the only man that had ever had the ability to truly hurt her. She had tried to push her feelings away. It had felt wrong to lust after her best friend. It seemed that she spent the majority of the past ten years dreaming about him. The more she tried to get past her ever growing feelings for him the more frequent the dreams became. When they had started the dreams had been of sweet romance, but over the years they had taken on a more erotic vividness. Realizing she was in love with him, she had finally given up on trying to deny her feelings, at least to herself. He would never be hers and she had promised herself long ago that he would never know the truth.
That didn't stop her eyes from drinking him in as he worked. He was so sexy, so adorably hot. He was six foot of solid Marine with his gorgeous silver hair and piercing blue eyes. He had strong broad shoulders, a solid chest that tapered down to a flat, muscular stomach, and his back was made up of long sinew muscle that flexed and stretched as he worked.
His tight ass filled out a pair of jeans better than anything she had ever seen. His long powerful legs, muscled thighs, and sizable bulge were Abby's favorite eye candy when she thought he wasn't looking.
Everything about Gibbs fueled her fantasies. She had worshiped every inch of him in those dreams of hers. She had felt his big, strong, calloused hands caressing her skin as he made love to her. His tanned body had covered every inch of her much smaller much paler form as he rode her hard. Over the years she had made love to him in every way possible from missionary to being bound and mounted from behind. She had entire dreams involving his full sensual mouth and all the naughty things it was capable of doing to her. Just the thought mouth made her body burn and her core pulse with need.
She had been so lost in her fantasies of him that she was unaware of how much time had passed. She saw everything about him, but he never really seemed to really see her. Biting back a sigh, she filled her coffee cup with bourbon and silently made her way up the stairs. As if proving her thought, Gibbs never even glanced up as she walked out the door. She debated momentarily calling a cab to take her home but the images of that knife had her dismissing the idea. She sat on his couch, her body ridged as tears silently streamed down her face.
That was how he found her a few minutes later. He picked her up and sat down with her curled up in his lap. Her face buried in his shirt. "It's alright, cry it all out. I got ya Abs."
Eventually her tears slowed and she began to relax against him. She savored the sensation of being held so close to him. The scent of sawdust and his cologne calmed her as much as the feel of his strong hands gently stroking her back. The terror that had been closing in on her faded and her eyelids became heavy.
Gibbs could tell the second she lost the battle to keep her eyes open. The last bit of lingering tension was gone, her body relaxed against his chest and her head dropped into the cradle of his neck. He removed the ties that held her hair in ponytails. His fingers stroked the black silky locks as he struggled with the realization that he had almost lost her tonight.
He shifted, pulling her closer and rested his chin against the top of her head. Her black hair felt soft and smooth against his cheek. Her familiar scent of gunpowder and peaches surrounded him. It was a combination that he found soothing. Before long he could feel his eyes began to droop. He tried to tell himself to get up but he was just too tired to move. Now that the adrenaline of a crime filled week and the near miss with Abby was over, not even the excessive amounts of caffeine that he mainlined daily could keep him going.
Resting his legs on the coffee table in front of him, he drifted off to sleep with Abby snuggled securely on his lap and wrapped tightly in his arms.
