Chapter 2

Abby flung herself into Gibbs arms, her arms around his neck, her lips pressed to his. Jethro staggered as her weight crashed into him. Her warm, soft tongue stroked his lower lip and sought entrance into his mouth. Gibbs mind was staggered as well. He thought he was dreaming!

He drew away from her, unwrapping her arms from his neck then gripping her wrists with his large hands he looked into her face, his eyes wide with shock.

"Abby! What's happening? I mean…What are you doing? We can't…I mean we shouldn't! I…Why?"

Jethro was bewildered. How could this be true? She felt the way he did? All of his baggage, his history with women. There were no secrets between them, there were things she didn't know but he would never lie to her.

Sometimes the words were in his mind but he couldn't get them out. Silence had been his way of life since Shannon and Kelly died. Walls were there to keep people out, from knowing his true self. If you didn't let people in, you didn't have a problem letting them go. His grief and loneliness were a way of life. But Abby… Abby had knocked down his carefully built defenses and kicked them into bits. She had fascinated him since the first day she had stood up to him in the lab. He felt he wanted her to know him inside and out. He wanted to share her joy, her warmth, her love.

He stood in stunned silence and she looked at him with her emerald eyes shining with a light he recognized. He hadn't seen it in a long, long time. His lips parted and the expression on his face was one of wonder and hope. Abby knew then he cared for her, deeply.

She threw herself back into his arms and this time her body melted into his every curve. The warmth of her in his arms, her kiss was demanding this time. The energy that seemed to rise between them was palpable. Everything he had wanted, dreamed of, here in his arms. He responded ardently. He felt drugged and deliriously happy at the same time. When they came up for air he pressed his forehead against her and whispered her name.

"Abby…Abb's…"

He kissed her forehead, her brows, her eyes. Her hands fisted in his shirt. She looked earnestly up into his fine azure eyes.

"I love you Jethro. I've loved you forever. I'm so tired of pretending. I'm tired of sleeping without you in my arms. We're not just friends Jethro. We're meant to be together. We can be both friends and lovers. Friends know each other, warts and all. Well no more Marine! No more! D'you hear me? I want to spend the rest of my life knowing you'll always come home to me. That the woman in your mind and in your thoughts of desire is me! I know Shannon was first… She taught you how to love, what you are capable of. It doesn't matter to me if Shannon and Kelly share your heart with me. There's room for me in there, I know it! She wouldn't want you to be alone. She knows how much you need to be loved. I want to be there for you. I want you to be there for me! Not as a friend but as my mate. Can you do that? Can you let me in? It's up to you now."

Gibbs stood looking at her, the plea in her spectacular eyes so very clear. He felt his body respond even as his own passion flared from sparks to a raging inferno.

His voice was hoarse as he answered her the only way he could.

"I love you too Abby."

The joy in her face lit her entire being. Jethro took her into his arms and kissed her then. The kiss went on and on as their tongues dueled. Her taste was intoxicating, the scent of her in his arms - her hair, her skin, the essence of all that was her there for him alone. There were indeed Angels. One was here in his arms.

For Abby it was the same. His hands slid under her shirt and lab coat. Up and over her breasts where they lay hidden behind the soft silk of her bra, her nipples hardening to peaks. She moaned into his mouth and felt the deep answering growl in his chest. It vibrated right through her into her core. The throbbing between her legs was almost unbearable. She scraped her fingernails lightly across his neck and pressed her lips to the side of his neck. She felt him shudder. Abby drew him down onto the futon. She needed him to be hers. Hers alone.

Their kisses were fevered. Gibbs wanted to taste every inch of her but at the same time he wanted to be buried inside of her and making her his. Every stroke of his tongue brought him higher and more close to completion. He held his weight on his forearms and ground his hips into hers. Abby was certain it was instinctual, primal. Both of them were longing to mate. Gibbs suddenly withdrew from her arms, raising up onto his knees. Abby whimpered in frustration and held her arms up to him.

"Abb's, my Abby. Wait Love, just a minute…"

He crossed his arms and quickly drew his shirts off and tossed them aside. He didn't care where they went. He leaned into her and savaged her mouth. Rearing back yet again, his hands fell to his waist. Abby suddenly sat up and undid his belt and slacks for him. As she pushed them down he groaned deeply as the cloth passed over his erection. Abby bit her bottom lip and reaching down she stroked his swollen member. Gibbs head fell back and a low cry of need came from his lips. He thrust helplessly into her hands. Finally he grabbed her hands before she lowered her mouth to him. He moved swiftly to push up over her and kicked his pants and boxers down and off. He lay down beside her.

"Abb's, need you… so bad." He gasped.

Abby fell back and Gibbs reached to pull her pants down. He kissed her forcefully sliding his fingers down the front of her thong. She was fully wet and the scent of her arousal sent another primitive growl through him. He thrust against her thigh and she gave a low cry of his name.

"Gibbs! Oh God please!"

Her back arched. He slid his fingers into her and gasped at her wetness. She was more than ready for him. Her thong was quickly ripped off and disposed of. He knelt up over her as he suckled her taste from his fingers. Moaning his eyes closed he stroked himself. Abby gasped her eyes wide. She had never seen anything so erotic and sensual in her life. She had never even fantasized of such a thing. Crying out she begged him inarticulately.

There was nothing left but a wild and primitive need. Gibbs came to her lowering himself down onto her, his cock slid through her soaking folds and into her body.

Abby cried out in joy and lust, her back arched as she drove her hips up to meet his second thrust. Settled in her heat and wetness Jethro fought the need to drive himself mercilessly into her. This would not be a long love making, not this time, but he knew if he moved now he would come. He wanted to come with her, be a part of her energy, her essence. The room was filled with their moans and low cries of pleasure and ecstasy.

Her mouth and teeth nipped their way down his sensitive neck and he melted into her, a low cry from his lips and throat. She moaned with each thrust as he grunted. He traced his tongue over her collarbone and down over the swell of her breast. His teeth nipped her and he suckled hard enough to draw blood to the surface marking her as his own.

Never being one to just submit Abby gave as much as she got. She marked him as her own with an equal mark on his shoulder near the base of his neck.

After a moment he kissed her and began to thrust in a slow, deep rhythm. After a few thrusts he was gasping with need. Abby felt the same building pressure within her. She lifted one leg up and put it wide shifting her position and applying still more pressure on her clit with each of his thrusts.

Within three thrusts she climaxed with a scream, vaguely aware that Jethro was crying out as well. His seed spilled deep and hot inside her. Together they blended into the white hot power of their orgasm, their energies moving powerfully through them. She knew as she spiraled up and up that he was with her mind, body and spirit fused. As it should be.

It took some time before reality came back. Jethro became aware he was collapsed on top of Abby, his face pressed in the hollow between her throat and shoulder. He had lost all control coming with her. Such a thing hadn't happened to him in many years. He had always moved off of his wives and lovers after orgasm, except for Shannon. She had been the sole exception, refusing to allow him to leave her. She insisted keeping him with her made the "mandatory post lovemaking lovemaking" easier. Their pillow talk always was a pure and loving time. Their stress relieved it was easier to talk about the days frustrations, to make plans…

In contrast Diane had never been happy. It didn't matter what he did for her, she was entitled, because he was "never around". She said he was "too heavy" if he didn't get right out of her body and off afterward. He usually ended up in the basement as she didn't want to even temporarily call truce of her demands and share the bed. He had just assumed with the others and with all of his lovers since. Now alarmed he made as if to move off of her.

Abby felt the tension in his muscles and opened her eyes to find out why. When she realized he was leaving her, she quickly locked her ankles behind him and tightened her arms around his neck. Jethro heard a muffled "NO!" against his chest.

"Don't want to suffocate you Babe. I'm heavy." He kissed her forehead.

"You most certainly are not! You must have had some lousy lovers. Your tight ass will be enough to keep you on top of me forever as far as I'm concerned!I'm a big girl I don't crush easily."

"Oh really?" Gibbs lowered his mouth to hers so pleased she still wanted him.

As they kissed Abby felt her body tremble and aftershocks run through her. Jethro felt it too. He groaned as her vaginal muscles milked his still semi erect cock. He moved his hips against her not moving out of her but bringing pressure to her clit. Abby moaned at first, then as the pressure built again she gave soft cries, and then began to writhe beneath him.

Gibbs found himself growing excited by her responsiveness to him. He was beyond fucking her in the traditional sense but he could give her further relief and feel the result of her pleasure. He nipped and licked his way down her throat to her breast. He suckled her rose tipped nipple, then taking it carefully in between his teeth he nipped it. At the same time he moved his hips hard into her pelvis and against her clit.

Abby shrieked and her back bowed, her hips grinding into him. He rode her, groaning as he felt her contractions. He kept the pressure up until she collapsed to the futon beneath her. He continued to kiss and lick her, slowly moving back up to her mouth. He waited until her breathing became easier; holding her face between his big hands he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply. When they separated he smiled down at her. She smiled up at him and stretched cat like beneath him.

"Wow…" she purred to him.

"Mmmmn" he growled back at her.

"Gibbs," she said softly and stroked his cheek.

"Don't you think we're past the last name stage?" He nuzzled her neck gently.

"Jethro…I like that." They kissed again.

He rolled her to her side still holding her snuggly against him.

"This changes everything… I'm so glad..." she said to him softly. "I love you so much!"

"I love you too. Abb's I want to ask ya' something though." He looked away for a second.

Abby looked at him with a slight frown. She stroked his face and brought his chin up and touched his lips lightly.

"Jethro?"

His voice was hesitant, low and husky as he answered, his eyes looked deeply into hers.

"Why Abb's? Why do you love me? I suck at relationships. I'm a perfectionist and a driven bastard at times. I have more than just a lot of rough water under the bridge! I don't talk about my feelings easily. I'm more comfortable with a gun than I am being politically correct. I'm stubborn and hardheaded. I'm gonna frustrate the hell out of ya."

Abby leaned in a kissed his lips lightly. She drew back and gazed at him.

"Are you done tearing yourself down now?"

"I guess so." He said with a sigh.

"Ok. Seems like you just did a really good job with expressing yourself Jethro. I enjoyed everything we did together; it was obviously done with a lot of love on both our parts."

"Yeah, it was. But I also didn't have to talk!"

Abby kissed him again her smile soft and eyes hazy with love. She ran her fingers through his bangs, then traced the back of her fingers down his arm. He closed his eyes and shivered.

"We talk all the time Jethro. We're friends. Friends talk, they share things. They have things in common. We do. We're just really, really lucky because we fell in love. Do you disagree?"

"No, no I love you. I do. You do know me…"

"Listen. Sometimes I'm not gonna talk. Sometimes it'll be you. You'll wonder why I'm not talking, you'll ask me. Sometimes I'll ask you. We will never, ever go to bed angry with each other. It's a rule my Mom had with my Dad. It worked for them for 42 years. If the reason we're not talking has nothing to do with each other we'll back off until we want to talk it out. OK? Agreed?"

Jethro smiled and nodded his head firmly. Abby beamed at him.

"Ok." he said gently to her. "I can do that."

"Good! So kiss me and let's get some sleep before the janitor comes in at 0600."

"It's Sunday Abb's. No janitor. I sent the team home for the day. Fresh start on Monday. We can sleep 'til we wake up and then maybe breakfast at the diner? I can bring you to get a change of clothes and you can come over to the house. I want you in my bed."

"Oh very Special Agent Gibbs…I think you hit on a plan. Pull the blankets over OK? They're right on the desk."

Gibbs grabbed the blankets and arranged them over their nude bodies. He had no intention of allowing clothing to be between them, ever! They snuggled in and spooned together. Abby held his arms tightly around her. Gibbs fell almost instantly asleep. As she drifted toward sleep, hearing and feeling his deep breaths against her neck, she realized something. Her feet were warm!

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