Chapter 7

Gibbs spent time at Abby's breasts. And that, for her, was perfectly delicious. Soft, warm lips were replaced by calloused hands that rubbed and teased; then back he came with his mouth. He gently pushed her down on her back and his lips trailed a line of kisses down to her navel and grazed the waistband of her trousers. Looking up, Gibbs saw Abby's head roll to the side as her hands clutched the bedclothes. Rising up off his knee he unbuttoned her trousers and slowly worked them down her hips and thighs, past her knees to her ankles. He bent and removed the high heels she was wearing and slipped the trousers over her ankles and flung them towards the basque. All Abbs was left wearing was a black silk thong and the black ribbon around her neck. Starting at her left ankle he slowly, oh so slowly, trailed another line of kisses up the inside of her leg to the top of her thigh, and then continued down the other leg. By this time Abby's gentle moans had become throatier and louder. It took a full minute for her to digest that he'd stopped at her right ankle and stood up, and she almost screamed with frustration; she was so hot and wound-up that the lack of him touching her was driving her to the point of insanity. With a whispered "Please Jethro" she tried to rise off the bed but he lightly pushed her back. She tried to roll away from him – anything to release the torment – but all she did was give him an eye-popping view of an almost naked pert bottom. She heard rather than saw Gibbs remove his clothing and then he was behind her on the bed. Now it was his turn to breathe hard. The view of Abby's bottom with the tiny thong was almost his undoing. She didn't know it yet but he'd fantasised more than once about what she wore beneath the mini-skirts that were her NCIS "uniform". He almost lost it one day when she wore a short (very short) tartan skirt and over-the-knee socks. His self-control was legendary, but on that afternoon he was turned into a randy teenager within seconds of entering the lab.

He lay on his side and pulled her towards him. She could feel how hard he was against her and she slowly started to buck against him. A warning "Abbs" stopped her and, suddenly, Gibbs moved and flipped her onto her back. He saw the tiny black triangle of silk at the apex of her thighs and quite simply snapped the strands of fabric apart with his hands. He peeled the thong out from between her thighs and threw it on top of the clothing already strewn about the room. Abbey gasped in shock – Jethro Gibbs tearing off her panties – could anything be more sexy and raw? He raised himself over her and looked down into her eyes. All he could see was desire, lust, longing and … was it love too? He hoped so. She was squirming beneath him now, desperate to have him inside her. Her muscles were straining with effort; she was breathing hard and was trying to wriggle herself onto him. He smiled down at her and whispered: "Abbs, I won't last long … waited too long. Next time will be better, all for you. But this time …." She nodded, stretched up her head towards his and kissed him with all the passion and longing she'd been holding back. He guided himself inside her and the kiss turned into a groan that his own mouth muffled.

Heat mixed with heat; desire fanned desire. Gibbs was right – their first time was hard and fast and all about him. As they both lay there afterwards, breathless, entwined and dozing, his mind started to drift. He wanted her, desired her, and needed her. This was one love he couldn't and wouldn't let go. Love??? Yes, you stupid Marine – the love you've wanted, desired and needed was barely an elevator ride away from you. And now you've made love, not just had sex, and this time it is different. All those redheads you filled the years with after Shannon died never left you feeling like this; Hollis didn't make you feel like this; yet this Goth Lab Bat has taken you apart. He smiled to himself – sometimes self-control wasn't all it was cracked up to be!

Abby's mind drifted too. What was it about getting exactly what she wanted that made her happy? She'd loved Gibbs forever – and she told him daily that she did. Just like she told Tim and Tony, Ducky, Jimmy, Ziva and Kate. But this time "I love you" meant so much more, now that she would say it with her heart as well as her mouth. The previous lovers drifted into space against this man … her man. Hers??? Yes, you stupid Dope the love you've wanted, desired and needed was barely an elevator ride away from you. And now you've made love, not just had sex, and this time it is different. All those others never left you feeling like this; but this former Marine has taken you apart. She smiled to herself – sometimes self-control wasn't all it was cracked up to be!