I know these chapters are pitifully short, they are currently one per lunch break!

Abby woke to loud thunder in the middle of the night. She felt the warm body behind her, arms around her and realized that the soft stuff between her arms and face was rope. Memory came back, she wriggled back to make as much contact as possible with him, discovering that his body was very much ready for her. He stirred and warped her tightly in his arms as she rolled her hips against him. He moved with her, slowly waking to a better dream than the one in his sleep. He ran his hand up and down her side, then, unable to resist, held her hip and pulled it back firmly against him. He kissed down her ear then her neck, lovingly stroking her skin with his tongue.

She rolled over on top of him and grabbed his head with both hands, kissing him passionately, ignoring his attempts to keep it sensual and calm. Eventually he could take no more, and began to kiss her back roughly, finally using his tongue to explore hers. When he ran his hands down her body, she threw her head back, moaning.

He grabbed the drawstring of her pajama pants, pulling it tight towards him, then fiddled with the knot. She looked down at his smirk, then her pants, they were now tied tightly up with a double knot. She reached for it but before she got there, he had his fist around it, blocking her. Seeing a compromise, she twisted around above his hand, which held tight to the knot, undoing his remaining buttons quickly, then turning her attention to his belt. She quickly had him exposed. Surprised that he wasn't arguing, she took her opportunity while it was there, swallowing him easily, grabbing his hips and forcing him to thrust firmly into her mouth. He pulled back at her stifled scream, but she followed him and pushed her head deeply down onto him, pulling and pushing him hard to thrust in and out of her mouth, she choked, moaned and whimpered, eyes watering, still pushing deeper, involuntarily rolling her hips above him. He quickly gave up on holding her pants (as she was clearly distracted) and when he did she shifted around to kneel between his legs, never letting him go, deeply, violently thrusting onto him.

After a short time he gently tried to pull away from her, she completely ignored him. A moment later he grabbed her shoulder and tried to pull her up. She knew why. She stopped, took one hand and pushed his chest firmly down.

"Ducky, no!" She said sternly.

Realizing he was not going to be allowed to be the gentleman on this one, he gave in and enjoyed.

She thrust and sucked hungrily until she got what she wanted, he let out an adorable moan that would probably distract her all week. She tasted it, hot and bitter at the back of her throat, barely touching her tongue, like a shot of Turkish coffee. She swallowed happily, over and over.

She waited until he regained a degree of composure, then said the last thing he expected.

"Thank you"

He gave her a wide, surprised smile and hugged her close to him. He kissed her gently, which she allowed for a moment before roughly tonguing and biting him. He pulled away and chuckled.

"I think this is a debate that may go on for some time."

"Can we agree to disagree regularly?" She asked with a cheeky smile.

"Oh yes Abby" He pulled her hips to his. "Yes"

They snuggled and kissed lazily until both fell asleep.

Ducky woke up to the sound of the intercom on Abby's desk in the main lab. He gently untangled himself from her, buttoned his shirt and, looking more disheveled than he realised, approached the screen. As usual, it was Gibbs.

"Jethro! Good morning." He smiled.

Seeing his slightly baffled frown he felt he should explain. "It got very late and with the storm and all I decided..." Gibbs cut him off.

"I believe you Duck. We got a body in Quantico, Palmer's downstairs."

"I'm on my way."

"Ducky?"

"Yes?"

"Untie her first, we'll need her."

Ducky turned to see Abby, with her singlet back on, wandering into the room, sleepily rubbing one eye with a bound wrist, loose ends of the rope trailing behind her.

"I could explain." He said, figuring that he'd eventually have to tell him, if they were to be permanent fixture.

Gibbs stared at him with a "this'll be good" expression.

"Go on Duck, why is Abby tied up?"

"To stop her from touching me."

"Good luck with that!" The screen went blank so Gibbs could laugh hysterically (or his equivelant there of) in private.