Anticipation
Title: Anticipation
Author: Gosgirl
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Abby/Gibbs
Category: Romance
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement is intended. NCIS and its characters are the property of DPB and CBS. If I had a silver-haired, blue-eyed Marine to play with, do you think I'd have time for writing?
Summary: Written for the Gibbs/Abby Shipper Forum Creative Drive for the prompt 'Hands'. The minute hands was mentioned, my first thought was... well, I'm sure you can guess! My second thought was massage, but then my smutty mind is like that. What with Distance and this, I seem to be in the middle of a massage fest at the moment... such a 'chore' *grin*
A/N: set in an established Gabby universe and from Abby's POV.
Anticipation... that was both the worst and best of what she felt as she waited.
Waited for the bed to dip behind her as he climbed onto it.
Waited for the warmth of his legs on either side of her hips as he straddled her.
Waited as she heard him undo the bottle of massage oil and pour some into his hands.
Waited for the sound of his hands rubbing together, spreading the oil over his palms in readiness.
Waited with nerve endings tingling as she felt the warmth of his palms ghost over her skin, barely touching as he decided where to start... where she would feel the strength and tenderness of his hands first.
Arching towards his touch in an attempt to trigger the connection, unbearable expectation building as she tried to guess which part of her body he would set fire to first.
Unable, as always, to suppress a moan at the first contact of those strong fingers.
His hands could relax and torment in equal measure.
The strength in those fingers both easing and stimulating.
The calluses catching and scraping her skin lightly and teasingly.
Soothing and smoothing as his hands glide oh so slowly over her skin.
Some nights he would start with a firm, confident massage, easing the tension brought on by far too long spent hunched over her lab bench or too many Caf!Pows. Hands working powerfully to release every solid knot, sinking into her muscles to ease each one, spreading and rubbing the by now warm oil into her skin... patiently, tenderly caring for her, leaving her boneless, pliant, relaxed and almost asleep.
Other nights he would begin a dizzying, teasing, sensuous assault on her senses with slick fingers lazily ghosting over her curves, exploring every inch of her skin, but keeping away from her core, until she was squirming and pleading with him.
Sometimes he would start with her neck, trailing his fingers over her spider web tattoo and then gently with a feather light caress down her spine to the crowning glory on her back... the cross.
His favourite.
He would spend ages tracing every delicate line and intricate whorl. His fingers could map it in the dark, with a tenderness that brought tears to her eyes. She could almost feel the love and devotion he felt pouring out through his fingertips.
Or he would start with her feet, strong fingers kneading her arches, causing her to moan, before working their way up her calves, smoothing along her thighs and over her hips. His large hands cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples as they pebbled against his fingertips. Massaging the curves of her ass would escalate her need to intense levels as he came so near and yet so far from where she wanted him the most.
When she could hold out no longer, his long slender fingers would slide into her folds, bringing her arching off the bed, before teasing, circling, swirling and pressing oh so perfectly right there... until she could hold back no longer and came apart under his hands.
In the aftermath, while she was still trembling and shaking, his hands would cradle her gently. She would fall asleep in his arms... safe, protected and content.