Ok, I am not updating again until my favorite authors do! So…Chirugal and all you other Gabby fans…WRITE, PLEASE! I'm lonely!
"McGee!"
"Yeah, boss?"
"I need for you to set my computer up so I can see into Abby's lab and autopsy."
"But, the big screen already has that capability."
"And? What if some terrorist decides to take control of one of the rooms again, McGee? I need to be able to see in there without an audience. Don't ask, just do it!"
"Uh, right, boss…sorry."
"And don't say you're sorry!"
Gibbs almost felt sorry for the boy, then again he was too preoccupied with feeling like a pervert to deal with Tim's feelings. He honestly did need to see into those areas of the building, but the tightness in his pants told him the truth…it was always about her.
Two hours later, he pressed the button…immediately, he watched as she entered into his view. Gone was her lab coat, and since she hadn't known he asked McGee to do this, she was bending over—probably more than she ever would if she knew he was watching. She seemed restless, shifting multiple times to rest her weight on alternative legs. He watched in amazement as she glanced around, then pulled her shirt up. She wiped her brow, as if she was overheated. 'It is rather hot in here' he thought. Her shirt was pulled just below her breasts, which with the low cut of her shirt left almost nothing to mystery. He had sent all three of his agents out to investigate the crime scene, and no other agent would be caught dead passing by his area at this time of day.
Abby seemed to become even more agitated after pulling her shirt up; he watched as she glanced around, then slowly moved her hand up in the inside of her creamy thigh. 'I am NOT seeing this!' Her hand disappeared from view for a few moment, only to reappear, sliding once again down her thigh. Suddenly, he couldn't take it anymore.
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Abby was lost…the air had went out in her lab, causing not only her computer to overheat. She thought back to last night, reimagining her fantasy where Gibbs could see her without her knowing. She had first lost her trusty lab coat…it was at least 80 degrees in here anyway. Then, as she tried to make her computer work, she continuously felt the heat rise and gave in. Glancing around, hearing nothing, she lifted her shirt. Smiling slyly, thinking once again about her fantasy. She knew it was dangerous, hell anyone could have walked in. But she would hear them first; she heard everyone come in but Gibbs. Her breasts were sticking out, she wanted desperately to have someone's hands enclose them, teasing them…sucking them. Without a second thought, she felt her hand begin to travel up her thigh.
In her mind, it was Gibbs' hand; she pictured her so enthralled in her work she never heard him come in. Soon, his hand was making it way to forbidden areas. Once her hand hit her center, she was jolted back into reality. Because it wasn't Gibbs' hand…it was hers, and she almost felt dirty losing herself in her fantasy while at work.
'Must be the heat'.
She was still trembling from the images when she noticed him standing at the door.
"Gibbs!"
He didn't say anything, he just stood there staring. She felt the weight of his eyes as if they could magically hold her in place. In somewhat horror, she saw him glance up to the camera, then back down to her. She knew then!
"When?"
"Earlier…in case…for security reasons."
She bought it; or at least she tried to seem like she did. In the back of her mind she heard a small whisper, 'he was watching you…he wants you'. Embarrassed, she quickly made her apologies, only to be silenced by his eyes.
Something in them suggested she had nothing to apologize for. Somehow, somewhere deep within them, she saw the hidden danger. She didn't honestly mean to gasp; the reality that he could lust so deeply just took her by surprise. He grinned, then retreated back to his desk.
Ring, ring
"Gibbs."
"Where are the others?"
"Out. Searching the crime scene."
"Okay."
She hung up. Really, she didn't need anything else; she just needed to know not everyone in the bullpen saw her exposed and overheated. "Surely he turned it off.' She thought, for just a moment, 'What if he didn't?!' She was still insanely hot. Now more than ever. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, she had seen it in his eyes. And yet…
Crossing her lab, she reached into her top right drawer. She kept a tube top in there for just these occasions. The Navy Yard was prone to the air conditioning breaking down. Although when she usually put it on, it was in the middle of the night and she knew she was alone. Feeling puckish, she made sure her back was in line of sight of the camera.
Smiling, she slowly lifted the heavy fabric of her shirt off until it lay on the floor. Next, was her black satin and lace bra. She reached behind her to unclasp it when her phone rang.
"Abby."
"Don't."
"Gibbs?"
"Put your god damn shirt back on and get to work."
"It's hot. I was just changing. You're still watching?"
"Put. Your. Shirt. Back. On. Now!"
"But, Gibbs--"
"NOW, Abby!"
Turning to the camera, while holding her shirt in front of her, she stuck her tongue out. She really was hot! Deciding which was better, she retreated to a corner-she knew couldn't be seen- and quickly changed. The black tube top barely covered her breasts, but the moment she pulled it on, she felt relief. She felt actually nervous as she walked back to her computer; unsure of whether or not his eyes were still on her. She didn't have to wait long to find out.
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"God damnit, Abby! I said put your shirt back on! Not…that!"
"But Gibbs! It's like 100 degrees in here, and you told me the others were gone."
"They could come back. Palmer could come up here, hell even Ducky. What would people think?"
"That's what you're worried about? What people would think? In case you haven't noticed, Special Agent Gibbs, the air is off in my area. I'm sweating and my machines have ceased to work due to the heat. The only reason I'm still here is to attempt to help your sorry ass if evidence does come in!"
Abby watched half in fear, half in amusement as Gibbs glared at her. He had never used that particular look on her; and at the moment she understood why people did what he wanted. Moments, hours, days seemed to pass by in complete silence while they stood there. Finally, Gibbs turned around and left.
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Had he stood there for another second, he was sure he would have lost control. His first instinct had been to pull her into a deep kiss. The second had been to throw her over his knee and slap her ass for not listening to him. Yet the third won over, and that was to leave. He not only left her lab, he left the Navy Yard and retreated to his basement. A woman had NEVER been able to effect him this much; it left him feeling helpless and at the same time completely sexually frustrated.
He tried, unsuccessfully to work on his boat. Only after realizing that he had made a hole in the wood he currently was sanding, did he stop. Briefly, he considered a cold shower, but that wouldn't have worked. No, he knew the one thing that would though…
He didn't even pretend this time as he logged onto the web site and headed directly to the Semper-Fi chat room. He looked for her name, but didn't see it. The next best thing was to email (yes, he did know how to do it, just preferred the old fashion way of talking in person). Setting all preamble aside, he decided to take advantage of the amenity and throw caution to the wind—so to speak.
Kinky-Goth8,
I almost lost control today, so instead I decided to put my frustration into something else. The little temptress at work is driving me mad. This morning I noticed she was wearing an outfit that wasn't her usual work attire. I could have cum right on the spot. I tried to stay away from her; but my work prevents that from happening too often. I have to admit I did lose some control and I took advantage of a situation that I normally wouldn't have. I am regretting that decision as I write this.
Not because I feel guilty; no, because it enabled her to tempt me more. The worst part is she doesn't even know how I feel. I tried, desperately to warn her today to stop playing. She always finds a way around my warnings; though again, it just serves to turn me on more. She's the only one who isn't afraid to speak freely and tell me when she thinks I'm wrong.
My first instinct today was similar to your fantasy; I had images of me stalking her, taking her against the wall. Whether or not she was willing at first. My second instinct was to bend her over my knees and smack her lily white ass for disobeying my warnings. The third, well as you can see I left…
Perhaps we can talk later.
Semper-Fi16
