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Gibbs' tongue did a complete sweep of her mouth as he angled her head to get the perfect fit of his lips against hers. His tongue slid against hers, tasting her, exploring the soft valleys of her mouth. He tasted of mint and coffee and Abby was thoroughly captivated by his demanding kiss.
After a head-spinning length of time, Gibbs pulled back, letting them catch their breath. "Thank you for rescuing me last night, Abbs," he rumbled in a low voice. "If I had gone home with another woman, it would have been a huge mistake. How could you say no to me last night?"
She couldn't read his expression and wondered if he felt hurt. "Are you disappointed?"
"No! God, no… you did what I would have done… what I have done."
He took a small step back and dropped his arms to wrap round her waist. Abby rested her forehead against the coolness of his outdoor jacket but then she suddenly lifted her chin to look at him. "What do you mean… what you HAVE done? I've never made a move… have I?" He issued her a small grin. "Oh, god, I have. When? What did I do? What did you do?" All kinds of scenarios were rushing through her brain as she could only imagine how she had probably propositioned Gibbs when she was in a drunken state. Had she touched him? Had she kissed him? Had she told him… stuff? Abby dropped her head to his chest again so he couldn't see the embarrassment on her face.
"Well, let's see. The first time…"
"First time!" she exclaimed, snapping her head up. "How many times did I…? I can't believe I don't remember."
Gibbs pressed a gentle finger to her lips to silence her and she rested against his chest again, rolling her head back and forth. "The first time was about six months after you started working at NCIS. We all went out for a drink on a Friday night and I had to practically carry you to my car, to take you home."
"I was so drunk I couldn't walk?" she mumbled against his jacket.
"No… I was keeping you from going home with this big burly biker guy. It was a good thing that DiNozzo had my back." Gibbs paused and gave a chuckle as he remembered the incident. "Then while I was driving you home, you… you kept touching me… and saying things that I'm not going to repeat."
Abby gave a long slow groan as she pushed out of Gibbs' embrace and turned towards the kitchen. They were just getting to know each other and she had done that! She had touched him and said stuff and she couldn't remember any of it!
The coffee pot was half full and still warm, so she busied herself with pouring two cups and sweetening hers with sugar. Suddenly she felt the heat from Gibbs' body against her back and saw his arms rise on either side of her, trapping her against the counter. "Turn around and look at me, Abby," he said softly.
He waited as she took a couple minutes contemplating the situation. Finally, when she turned and glanced up at him, he was smirking. "You think this is funny?" she exclaimed and tried to push out of his arms, but he had a firm stance and a good grip on the counter. "You're having fun with this, aren't you? How could you, Gibbs? You should have told me about this a long time ago."
With raised eyebrows, he scoffed, "Oh really? I should have told you? If I didn't remember last night, would you have told me what I had done and said?"
Abby chewed on the corner of her bottom lip as she thought about it. "No… probably not," she eventually conceded. "Did I ever… kiss you?"
Grabbing the steaming cup of coffee, Gibbs headed for the couch in the living room, knowing she would follow. "You better sit before I tell you about it."
Abby was about to settle next to him, but changed her mind and dropped into another seat across from his. "Why don't I remember any of this, Gibbs? How could you face me at work after I did those things?"
Resting back on the couch and taking a quick sip of the hot liquid, he looked at her with amusement still in his eyes. "You were drunk, Abbs. I wouldn't take advantage of that. The last time was a close call, though."
"Dammit! I wish I could remember!" After sipping her coffee, she suddenly narrowed her eyes, looking closely at Gibbs. "You're not just making this all up, are you? C'mon, Gibbs, don't be yanking my chain." When he didn't respond and only returned her stare, she knew he wasn't playing games. "So, what do you mean, the last time was a close call?"
Gibbs looked into his cup and began speaking slowly. "It was about eight months ago. I had been drinking in my basement when you called for a ride. I got a cab and went to get you. In the cab, on the way back to your place, you started flirting, like you usually did whenever you had had too much to drink." He swallowed hard as the mere memory of her warm soft body set his blood on fire. "You started kissing my neck and cheek and touching me and telling me how much you wanted me." When he looked up, Abby quickly dropped her eyes to stare at the floor. "You felt so damn good, Abbs, that I couldn't help kissing you back and suddenly we were making out in the back of that cab." His voice was a low and rough and she raised her eyes to gaze at him.
"Go on," she whispered, feeling aroused by his story.
"I didn't allow myself to touch you. I held your face as we kissed and then I felt your hand start to wander. I grabbed your wrist a couple times to stop you." Gibbs could easily see the effect this story was having on her as he watched the tip of her tongue peak out to wet her lips. Her chest was rising and falling a little more heavily and he looked down again. When we got to your place, I walked you inside and we kissed all the way up the stairs, to your door. I almost gave in to your offers of incredible sex all night long." He heard her gasp and shift in her seat. "But I gave you one last kiss and told you that if you remembered this in the morning, that I would love to take you up on your proposal." He closed his eyes, unable to look at her because he was afraid his face would reveal too much.
Moments later, Gibbs felt the couch beside him dip and he could smell Abby's sweet perfume invading his space. "I'm sorry I didn't remember," she murmured.
Opening his eyes, he lifted his hand to caress her cheek and his voice was just above a whisper. "Abbs, do you think this is a good idea?" His thumb brushed across her plump lips.
Abby flicked her tongue out, moistening the pad of his thumb as she gazed into his deep blue eyes and nodded her head several times. "There's an undeniable attraction between us, Gibbs. I've felt it since, well… since I first met you. You're my silver-haired fox, with sexy blue eyes, strong comforting arms, a charming awesome smile, a wonderfully wry sense of humor, and I find your body very attractive. "
Gibbs' mouth went dry as she easily listed the things that she adored about him. Was his smile really that great? And his eyes… sexy? "You really think of me in all those ways?" he asked, incredulously.
"I have a longer list on my computer if you want to see it," she replied with a smile and leaned forward so her lips were barely apart from his. "The list is getting longer all the time."
Gibbs pressed against her parted lips and instantly her tongue slid over and under his in a deep wet kiss. They took their time to enjoy the sensations and slowly each kiss became more intense, more eager, and more uncontrolled. Abby felt his hands slide up under her loose sweater, caressing the skin along her backbone. She couldn't remember the last time kissing a man had felt this good. Or even the last time she had been kissed so perfectly. Abby tugged at his jacket, trying to pull him closer as she pressed against him, but she just couldn't get enough! And suddenly, as incredible and delicious as the kissing was, she had to have more. Abby's passion starved body was responding a lot fast than she ever anticipated.
"Gibbs…" she gasped, trying to pull back as his mouth nibbled its way down over her chin to her neck. His warm hands stroked up then down the length of her back. "Um, I think we should… uh, wait… go to my bedroom." Gibbs mumbled something against her neck and it sounded like an annoyed groan. He didn't want to talk. He wanted her… needed her and his body was seized with the urge to take her right here, on the couch or floor.
When Abby once again started to speak, he blocked her words with a hard sweep of her mouth, pressing his lips tightly against hers. Gently, he coaxed her hand lower, until it rubbed against the front of his jeans. Abby moaned into his mouth when she felt his hardness, but still she had to pull back and say certain things before this went too far. As she drew away from his kisses, his mouth fell to her neck where he nipped and teased with his tongue.
Her hands threaded into his short soft hair as she breathed deeply. "I know we both want this," she forced out while trying to maintain control of her thoughts. "But I need you to know that if we continue all the way… which I so want to…" Her voice rose to nearly a squeak when he made an almost imperceptible growl against her pulse point. "We… I… can't go back. This will change things between us." Oh, god, his hands were slowly lifting the bottom of her sweater. "This can't be a one-time thing, Gibbs."
He lifted his head and his blue eyes appeared dreamy and were absolutely the most amazing sight. His voice was deep and husky with arousal. "Never thought it would be, Abbs. Don't want it to be." She felt his hands slowly lower her sweater. "There's something that I need to say." Even though his arms were wrapped round her and he held her securely, she felt her heart flutter with anxiety. It felt like he was building up to something… something that she didn't really want to hear.
Gibbs' face and tone were serious. "That list you have on your computer. Is there just one list?
Abby gave a soft sigh of relief as she started to relax. "Yes."
"You should really have a second list… of my not-so-good qualities."
She lifted a hand and ran it down his bottom lip, over and under his chin until she came to the zipper on his jacket. "I don't know what I would put on that list." Slowly, she pulled the zipper down then began pushing the jacket off his shoulders.
Gibbs watched her movements, but didn't interrupt them. "What about grouchy, demanding, divorced, impatient, and stubborn?"
"That's just who you are, Gibbs. And I do have those things on my list. They're nothing new to me."
"They can't be on the same list, Abbs." He knew he certainly wouldn't put them on the same list and his second list would probably be longer than her first.
"Yes, they can be… and they are." Her hands smoothed over the front of his Marine Corps sweatshirt. "I know we seem to be opposites in a lot of ways, but that's what also makes us work so well together. Sort of like Yin and Yang."
"Who?"
"Our differences balance each other, Gibbs." She leaned back to gather her thoughts. "We have complementary opposites that interact and are part of a greater whole. Everything has both Yin and Yang aspects. Light can't exist without darkness and the opposite is also true. Darkness cannot exist without light. Many things have matching opposites, like high and low, female and male, cold and hot. You and I have a balance that draws us to each other because our opposing aspects are things we need in our lives but we don't possess them ourselves."
He loved hearing her talk and explain things so clearly. It was the same way when she would give him results in her lab. Even if she used techno-babble, he still loved to listen to her. Her intelligence gave him a happy feeling inside that he couldn't quite explain. Too often, though, he didn't have the time to let her ramble on in the language of forensic science. Which was probably a good thing, since he discovered, early on, that it had quite a stimulating effect on him.
Abby broke into his thoughts as she rose and tugged on his hand. "I think that's enough talking, Gibbs. Let's move on to… my bedroom."
Gibbs looked up and grinned as she waggled her eyebrows. "There's something else, Abbs. Something I have to warn you about."
"What?"
"You know I'm not much of a talker. But I promise you, that you will know exactly how I feel about you before tonight ends."
Abby shuddered in anticipation and pulled him to his feet. He drew her forward and cherished her lips with his own. Soft, slow, beautiful kisses as his hands grasped her ass and lifted, so that she wrapped her legs round him. Gibbs carried her to the bedroom with every intention of fulfilling his promise.
A/N: To be continued...
