Chapter 2: First Time

AN: When Gibbs returns from LA, he and Abby fulfil the promises made in Last Time, so this is essentially chapter two of that. Sorry for the delay, I've been away for a few weeks. I'm trying to finish off Court Suits and the other outstanding WIPs too, but they're not flowing so thought I'd get this one finished first.

"Hey, Abbs."

The deep voice from the doorway made her spin round and she was across the lab and into his arms with a squeal of "Gibbs" in a heartbeat.

Gibbs staggered back under the full force of an attack hug but recovered to wind his arms round her tightly. Burying his face in her neck, he breathed deeply, letting Abby's presence calm and soothe him, as it always seemed to do.

Pulling back from the embrace eventually and brushing a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth, Gibbs felt himself starting to relax for the first time since returning from LA.

He was exhausted.

News of Callen's shooting had broken as he and McGee were almost at the airport to catch the redeye back to DC. Delaying their departure, they'd spent most of the night in the hospital waiting for news, along with the rest of the LA team. Tough Callen might be, but his injuries were serious and it was nearly dawn before he'd emerged from surgery, and with positive news from the surgeon that he should recover fully, given time.

He and McGee eventually arrived back in DC late the next evening, both too tired to do anything other than go home. The next day was taken up with debriefing the Director and catching up on paperwork. Gibbs had also been quietly briefed by DiNozzo about Michael Rivkin and his connection with Ziva.

So it was late afternoon before Gibbs even made it down to the lab to greet his girl.

Abby could see from his face how drawn and tired he was. "I'm really sorry about Callen, I know how close you guys are. How is he?" she asked, drawing him into her office so they could talk more privately.

Gibbs sighed tiredly as he perched on the edge of her desk, running a hand through his hair. "It'll be a long haul but he'll be okay."

"Good. I'm so relieved."

A half smile curved his mouth, "Saw your welcome back to McGee."

His junior agent had been a little embarrassed and overwhelmed by his festooned desk and was still blushing every time DiNozzo made a joke about it, which of course only intensified the teasing.

"Wanted to give you a more private welcome home. Thought you'd prefer it that way too," she told him with a shy smile, reaching for his hand.

His lop-sided grin broke out as he squeezed her fingers, "And you'd be right."

While he'd been away, they'd spoken on the phone each evening and last night when he returned. The extra edge to their flirting and the anticipation of taking their relationship further had made him more than eager to come home. The realization that Abby wanted him as much as he wanted her had sustained him during the strains of the past few days.

"You must be exhausted." She brushed her fingers across his jawline and he turned his face to nuzzle into her palm.

"A bit. What time can you get outta here?" He desperately needed his basement but also wanted time with Abby.

"I've still got quite a bit to do here, Gibbs. Do you want me to pop by later?" she asked, hesitantly.

He nodded, smiling, "Yeah, I do."

"I'll bring take-out with me when I'm finished." Abby paused before continuing, "Are you sure about tonight, Gibbs? I won't mind if we take a rain check, ya know. What you need most of all is sleep. I know I said 'it's a date' when you get back, but I'd rather you were conscious for some of it."

She didn't want to sound as if she wanted an out, but neither did she want to be pushy and demanding of his attention when he clearly had a lot on his mind.

"I'll try and stay awake," he said with a smirk which faded quickly as a thought struck him. "You haven't changed your mind?"

"Oh no, Gibbs," Abby protested, "Please don't think that. I've thought of nothing else but wanting to explore... this... " she gestured between them, "these past few days."

"Me too. Want you... very much." He cupped her face gently and she caught her breath when she saw the desire in his eyes.

Abby pressed a kiss to his palm, smiling, "Then you've got me."

Later that evening, Gibbs felt calmer after losing himself in work on his boat... his usual technique for settling his mind. He'd spent the past few hours thinking about both Callen's injuries and Rivkin and his mission, and particularly what it might mean to Ziva's position at NCIS and not least her relationship with the rest of the team... and none of it was good.

Abby had rung to say she'd be later than she thought and again asked if he wanted to postpone to another evening, but he refused... he wanted her here... needed her.

Having his opinion of Macy turned on its head had taken the wind out of his sails. All those years ago she'd covered up the results of her investigation into the murder of Pedro Hernandez... that Gibbs had been the shooter.

Macy had risked her own career, giving him his life back at a time when Gibbs didn't even know if he wanted it back. Revenge hadn't given him the peace of mind he'd hoped it would. The only thing that had kept him from eating his gun had been Mike Franks and the new life he offered him.

Gibbs was glad Nate had told him, giving him an opportunity to acknowledge what Macy had done. It was nowhere near enough but it would have to do for now. If he hadn't already decided he wanted Abby in his life as more than a friend, finding out how Macy had protected him had cemented it.

He'd been given a second chance.

It was time he took it.

As if on cue, Gibbs heard his front door open and familiar footsteps crossing the floor and he headed upstairs to join Abby in the kitchen. Watching her unpack the take-out, he couldn't help smiling at how completely at ease she looked in his home.

Handing him a beer as he sat next to her, Abby leaned over to grab a quick kiss, smiling against his mouth as he responded instantly, taking forceful charge. He slid a hand round the back of her neck, holding her in place so he could kiss her thoroughly, lips nibbling and tasting, and warm, velvety tongue teasing.

The feeling of Gibbs finally kissing her without restraint was incredible.

She'd wanted him for so long and fantasized about this so many times, but not even her vivid imagination had been able to conjure up just how good he tasted.

"Wow," Abby grinned when she finally drew back, face flushed and more than a little breathless. "Eat. If that's a sample, I want you fully energized."

After dinner, they curled up together on the couch. Spooned behind her, Gibbs nuzzled into her neck before venturing, "Not much of a first date for ya."

She squeezed his hands where they rested on her stomach, "It's not a test or a competition, Gibbs. I don't need fancy declarations or nights out at posh restaurants. It's me, remember?"

Pressing a kiss to her hair, he chuckled, "Oh yeah, I remember. Not likely to forget."

She wriggled round so she could see his face, a mischievous twinkle in her green eyes, "Besides, you could say with all the time we spend together outside of work, we've been dating for a while anyway, just without admitting how we both felt... oh, and without the sex, which I hope we're gonna remedy pretty soon."

"When you put it like that..." he chuckled and began trailing feather light kisses over her skin, nuzzling against her cheek and temple.

Abby slid her arms around his neck, feeling a shiver go through her at the feeling of his warm lips against her skin. "As long as I can be with you, that's all I want, Gibbs. Besides, who says I wanted a first date to be anywhere other than in your bed."

"Works for me." He reached up to loosen her pigtails, sliding his hands into her hair to massage her scalp. "Always wanted to do this," he told her, tone low and intimate, seeing her eyes flutter closed and a smile curve those full lips.

When Abby opened her eyes again, she was greeted with one of his rare, unguarded grins which made his blue eyes crinkle at the corners. She reached up to kiss him again, feeling overwhelmed by his nearness.

Gradually they began to talk, to share how long they'd wanted... loved... one another.

She?

She'd been attracted to him since the first time Gibbs had marched into her lab demanding results and they'd gone toe to toe over how long it would take to process evidence.

But she'd loved him since Mexico... which made Gibbs wince, remembering his guilt when he came back and realized how much Abby had suffered while he was away.

He?

She'd knocked him on his ass the first time he saw her, but it had been Mikel Mawr that had triggered intense feelings of jealousy. But then it all got muddled into reliving losing Shannon and Kelly and retiring to Mexico.

Nearly losing Abby when first Chip and then that damn robotic car had attacked her had caused him to re-examine his feelings. But as Gibbs had been in a relationship with Hollis Mann at the time and Abby had been with Marty, he'd not acted on them.

Abby cupped his face in her hands, determined they were not going to dwell on the past but look forward to the future. "You know what? It doesn't matter when or for how long really. What really matters is we finally did something about it."

"Guess it does."

The look he gave her carried so much heat, she felt her heart start to pound. Then suddenly he was devouring her mouth, pouring years of pent-up longing and hunger into it, feeling her melt against him.

Gibbs had wanted to go slow for their first time, taking his time to worship every inch of her but intense aching need swept through him as he kissed her. Abby's reaction was equally incendiary as she caressed his tongue with her own, wrapping arms and legs around him, welcoming his weight on top of her.

Gibbs became lost in the wet heat of her mouth, running his hands over her curves as she arched up against him. He felt as well as heard Abby groan into his mouth.

Tearing his mouth away, he rested his forehead against hers, breathing ragged. Head swimming and impossibly turned on, Abby ran her fingers into his hair to scrape over the short strands at the back of his neck, hearing his low moan at the gesture.

Gibbs' voice was husky and lower than normal when he spoke, "Let's move this upstairs."

By the time they made it to his bedroom, most of their clothing was strewn over the stairs, frantic kisses had been shared and hands were roaming across newly revealed skin. As Abby sank to her knees and began teasing him with her mouth and fingers, Gibbs felt his brain short circuit as a fantasy sprang to life in front of him.

Not wanting this to end too soon, he pulled her up, knowing he wouldn't be able to hold back if he surrendered to the intoxicating feel of her mouth for too long. Pushing her onto the bed, Gibbs settled between her thighs, both of them moaning at the first full on contact.

He felt her hands caressing everywhere they could reach as he kissed his way down her neck to her chest, lavishing attention on each full breast until she was writhing and whimpering underneath him.

Torn between wanting to go slow and burying himself in her wet heat now, Gibbs slid his hand down and was startled at how wet she was already.

"Oh god... don't tease. Now... want you now," moaned Abby, feeling almost frantic to have him inside her.

Feeling his self control rapidly slipping, Gibbs shifted position and looked down at Abby stretched out beneath him... back arched, eyes closed, hands clutching at his shoulders and heels hooked round the back of his thighs urging him nearer.

When he didn't move, she opened cat-like green eyes to glare at him, "Move, Marine."

Grinning, he framed her head with his arms and watched her face as he surged home. As her internal muscles squeezed around him, he had to halt and groaned into her neck while he fought not to lose it, not helped by her "Oh, god, yes" breathed into his ear.

Finally buried to the hilt, he began taking her deep and slow and she was with him at every thrust, rising to meet him as they wound higher and higher.

Slipping a hand in between them, he pressed hard circles on her clit as his hips snapped against hers, his orgasm approaching at speed. As she tightened around him, crying out his name, her nails dug into his back and that was enough to tip him over the edge.

When he came to, he was collapsed on top of Abby, her hands running up and down his spine, nails just grazing his skin, making him shiver. Raising himself, he found her smiling up at him and he returned her grin before kissing her slowly, lingeringly.

Slipping gently out of her, he pulled her close and Abby burrowed into his side, throwing a leg and arm possessively over him. They lay quietly together, both feeling the tug of sleep until Abby started to giggle.

Leaning on one elbow, he looked down at her, a smile tugging at his lips, even though he didn't know what he was supposed to be laughing at yet.

"Somethin' you wanna share?"

"Just something Tony said to Tim popped into my head just now."

"You're thinking of Tony and McGee... now?"

"No, not like that... just work with me here." She swatted at his chest lightly, chuckling. "Tony told McGee on the phone that I was suffering from Gibbs withdrawal and at the time it flashed across my mind that I was and I wasn't... but that pretty soon, with any luck, I would know what a Gibbs withdrawal felt like."

He started laughing with her as he made the connection, seeing her familiar impish smile break out, "And oh boy, now I know exactly what it feels like."

The end.