As she reaches the top of the stairs Abby gives herself a mental head-slap. What are you doing girl? she thinks. Even though he thought you were asleep he had still admitted his feelings. Spoken the words out loud and from Gibbs that might well be the only admission she ever got. Last night it had appeared so clear. She knew his heart and he knew hers. Now was obviously the time to act. After all that was why she'd brought him coffee dressed only in a threadbare t-shirt! She turns her head to find him staring up at her.

He takes a sip of the coffee his eyes never leaving her face.
"Good job on the coffee Abs" he remarks to prevent the words he so desperately wants to say escaping.
"Thanks." Staring down at him she realises he's dressed in only a t-shirt and boxers meaning he must have come down during the night. I wonder if he couldn't sleep? Was he thinking about me?
As Gibbs puts down the coffee cup she walks half-way down the stairs.
"Here's an Abby fact you should know Bossman."
"What's that Abs?" She walks to the bottom of the stairs.
"I don't think I've ever done a Saturday chore in my life!"
She grins and walks around to boat to him.

She stands so close their shadows merge into one. "Abs"
She puts a finger to his lips then helps him remove his t-shirt. Placing one hand on his shoulder she glides the other slowly across the front of his boxers pausing the merest moment between his legs before resting it on his chest. She leans in blowing softly in his ear, licking the lobe then nibbling a little as her body presses against his.

"I heard what you said last night" she whispers.
"And....?"
"And....." She takes a few steps back until she is standing directly below the bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. She pauses a moment seemingly glowing in the light then she removes the t-shirt.
"Your move" she grins wickedly.

Without hesitation he crosses to her so their shadows meld again. He kisses her cheek with an intensity she has never felt before. He runs his fingers down the delicate curve of her jaw to the hollow at the base of her throat. Her pulse pounds against his thumb. He kisses her collarbone. His lips move lower, his cheek brushing the high, firm swell of her breast. He waits a heartbeat. She moans softly, almost a sigh. He draws in her nipple deeply and sucks hard. She shivers as he brings his lips back up to meet hers and she clings to him as he lifts her, carrying her over to and laying her carefully down on a paint stained drop cloth.

His tongue traces the outline of every tattoo each so dark in contrast to her pale skin, as his hand slips between her thighs, stroking her folds and he delights in feeling her moisten for him. She was so passionate, so responsive, so unlike any woman he had been with in the past. She was his favorite. She was Abby and at last she was his and he was hers. He was torn between taking her right that instant and making the moment last.

He pulls away long enough to step from his boxers. As he covers her body with his she begins to close her eyes.
"Look at me Abs!" he demands hoarsely. She does.
This isn't just some fling, Abby. Once this is over, I'm not ever going away."
With her eyes on his she gives a small nod and arches her back raising her hips to welcome him into her which he does in one fierce thrust. Her nails rake his back.
"Jethro!" she gasps as they begin to move together.
"Abby. Sweet Abby. My Abigail."
She cries out gripping his shoulders as he thrusts harder and digging her heels into his back. Her teeth sink into her lower lip as he feels her body tense. Then he sees the small moment of wonder as hre climax breaks bringing a fresh sheen to her face. God she was beautiful.
"Jethro....." Outside the world went about it's usual Saturday business. Gibbs closes his ears to the sounds and follows her over the edge.

At this moment they are no longer Abby and Gibbs longtime colleagues and friends. They are simply a man and the woman he loves who loves him too. They are one.