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A huge 'thank you' to all of you! You are amazing!

Like mentioned before, this was supposed to be a smutty one-shot so be aware the following chapters are going to be, well, just that, smutty. After that, suspense and a little drama is added to the mix, I hope you guys stay tuned :)

Well, rated M.

Enjoy!


1

Abby stared absent-mindedly out of her apartment window into the sky.

The CD in the player was set to repeat, giving Abby the chance to stay where she was without the need to move back and forth between her current resting place and the player.

The Caf!Pow container standing between her calves was still half full. The two journals she had read the last few hours were now resting in front of her feet as she sat on the wide windowsill, she used as a bench.

She was bored to the bone.

Due to the small, teeny weeny, almost not existing accident she was doomed to stay at home.

This was just ridicules, if any of the others had a bump on the head and a hurting ankle they would go to work.

Nothing really serious had happened, just a sprained ankle and some bruises, like she had told the poor security guard, Gibbs, the director, Ducky and her doctor a gazillion times and still she was ordered to stay at home.

If only the doctor and the director had ordered her to stay home she would have went to work anyway, but somehow the order coming from Gibbs and Ducky let her stay where she was.

Her eyes wandered to the high heels next to the front door.

Abby hated heels for a reason. So it wasn't really surprising to her that she would sooner or later slip and fall to the ground, though she hadn't imagined it would happen in form of a stair-dive.

When she finally had called Gibbs later from the hospital to pick her up, he had been furious. Abby had decided against calling him right away, the last thing she wanted was an irritated Gibbs waiting in the hospital when she arrived. Well maybe it had been a bad idea that she hadn't called him right away but he went a little over board with the no speaking treatment the way to her apartment.

On the other hand she wasn't sure why he was that pissed; after all it had been an accident.

It had taken two cups of coffee before he had calmed down.

Abby had guessed he just had been himself; after all he was always angry when someone got hurt, even though he couldn't change it.

Deep in thought she stared to a cloud which was passing the blue sky, pushed forward by the soft wind.

The Goth bend her head from one side to the other, continuing to stare at the cloud, as suddenly a smile was spreading over her face, brought on by a very naughty thought.

"Damn" this cloud looked exactly like a very male body part.

Abs had definitively more fantasy than was good for her.

She needed to get laid, badly.

The problem was she didn't want to sleep with any guy. No, not anymore. Abby wanted to get laid by the man she was in love with for more than over ten years now.

The dilemma in that was he was currently not available. Who should she fool here? He would never be available in that sense anyway. Not for her.

The worst part was he would come over with food in not even one hour.

Ok, it wasn't really that bad, though in her current state of horniness it just sucked.

Suck. Hmm. That's an idea. Great, next fantasy. Like she needed another one.

"Time to think is so…" Stopping in mid-sentence she blinked a few times.

"Great Abby, now you're talking with yourself outside of work as well…"

With her eyes back on the cloud and the image of Gibbs on her mind a fresh wave of warmth ran through her body centering at the pit of her stomach.

"Abigail Sciuto, quit thinking about it, it is not helpful."

Due to her swollen ankle she couldn't even do something to get rid of the tension in her body.

Normally she would do house work- lots of house work, or masturbation for that matter.

Sure she could help herself to ease the itching between her legs but it wouldn't be enough; that would only work if she got her mind away from these thoughts as well and that was a hopeless task to try. Not with anything else she could occupy her mind with.

"And everybody wonders why I'm such a workaholic."

Maybe she should call Gibbs, tell him he didn't need to come over. After a second thought, better not, it would only end in him being there earlier trying to find out what was wrong.

Abby sighed.

The one thing she had to do before Gibbs would arrive was to change her underwear. At least she had to try to get rid of the evidence of her need.

Perhaps a cold shower? With a glance to her foot she decided against it.

With the bad luck she had right now she would break the other foot.

Not really staying focused on the time, or the passing of said, the Goth didn't realize that she had spent nearly 45 minutes with thinking about sex with her silver-haired-fox in the starring role.

Such a bad combination.

So deep in thought that her vibrating cell phone caused Abby to let out a surprised squeal.

Abs had totally forgotten that she had placed her cell onto her lab, close to the itching body part.

As fast as possible she grabbed the phone and checked the caller ID.

Sure enough it was Gibbs.

Oh boy.

After a deep breath she finally answered.

"Abby's speaking."

"Hey Abs, did I wake you?"

She had to smile, he was always so concerned.

"No, sorry it took me a little to answer, what can I do for my favorite boss?"

"I just wanted to know if Chinese is okay."

She thought for a moment and finally answered.

"Yeah, sure."

"The usual?"

She thought for a moment. "Yes please, and a gigantic Caf!Pow."

Abby knew he was smiling; she could hear it in his voice when he spoke up again.

"See you in a little."

She didn't get a chance to say something. That was so Gibbs.

Abby shook her head and switched her cell off as well.

With a glance toward the watch she knew he would be here around 20:00.

He usually needed around 20 minutes. So maybe she should change her underwear.

If even she was able to smell her own arousal, Gibbs certainly could as well.

With the help of the crutch the doctor gave her she made her way to her bedroom.

On her way to her bed she stopped by the chest of drawers next to her bedroom door, opened the top drawer and retrieved fresh underwear.

Maybe panties would be better, more fabric that can get wet…

The upsides with skirts were she didn't need to put them off; she could change her underwear easily without much effort.

So before Abby sat down onto her bed, she pushed the soaked wet thong over her hips.

The piece of lace fabric reached her ankle when she heard the lock of her apartment door being turned.

How on earth did he get here this fast?


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