Author's Note: Okay, this chapter marks an abrupt change of rating, people. We're now in MA territory! Those not wishing to read the smut, you're missing nothing if you skip this chapter. Basically, Abby and Gibbs go home and, um, decide to skip coffee. XD See you in chapter 11.

On the other hand, if you DO decide to read... hope it doesn't disappoint.

Phoof! (Greyed-out shot of Abby sleeping, Gibbs' arm around her...)

By the time Gibbs pulls up outside my apartment building, I've woken up a little. Okay, a lot. I've been dreaming of this moment all day, and the closer the car gets to home, the more my imagination kicks into overdrive. I don't know if I'm nervous, excited, both, neither… but whatever I'm feeling, it has my mind and body in serious hyper mode.

Once my apartment door's shut and locked behind me, I turn and look at Gibbs, and the conflicting instincts of anticipation and concern in his face send a new burst of energy through me. I don't know what to do with the feeling, so I head straight through to the kitchen, flicking on my CD player on the way past and lowering the volume so it won't rupture his eardrums. "You want coffee?"

"No."

My hand freezes halfway to the cupboard door, and I turn to find him standing in the kitchen doorway, watching me. "You don't want coffee? You?"

He smiles slightly, and I want to die of happiness at his words. "Don't have time for coffee. I still have that investigation to finish. Think I need to interrogate the victim, see if she knows more than she's letting on."

My head buzzing with possibilities, I take a couple of steps toward him. "You wanna investigate?" Standing so close that I can feel the warmth coming off him, I whisper, "Then I guess I'd better cooperate..."

My lips brush against his in a kiss as light and fleeting as the ones he's been tormenting me with all day. As soon as he begins to respond, I back off, enjoying the amused frustration on his face.

But we're not at work, now. There's nothing to hold us back but the games we're playing. And I can't keep playing much longer. From the way he's devouring me with his eyes, he can't, either.

Taking hold of my shoulders, he spins me so my back is to him. I shiver as his fingers glide over my skin, coming to rest on the pounding pulse-point of my carotid artery. "Okay… heart-rate's increased…" He moves lower, deftly unfastening the top button of my shirt, and slips his hand inside my bra, rolling my left nipple between thumb and forefinger. "Subject displaying signs of arousal… or maybe she's just cold."

I've never felt warmer. I close my eyes, feeling a pang of loss as he withdraws his hand. Again, he moves lower, over my abdomen and to the hem of my skirt, as Everett did last night. But this time it's really Gibbs. I'm in no danger, I don't have an audience, and oh my god, I want this so much…

I gasp as he slips a finger up my thigh, pushing aside the thin cloth of my soaked panties to skim a finger over my aching clit, hitting it just right on the first pass. "Gibbs…" I whisper, and bite down on the rest of my train of thought before I lose all sense of dignity and start to beg.

"Subject is definitely aroused," he whispers in my ear, and from the way his body is pressed up against my back, I know I'm not the only one.

"Got conclusive evidence yet?" I turn in his arms, smiling up at him and pushing my hips into his.

"Almost." His eyes bore into me, and I meet his stare without flinching, making sure he knows exactly how many misgivings I'm not having about this.

"What more can you possibly need?"

His lips curve into a smile of feral amusement, and he finally, finally kisses me, hard and possessive and oh my god, his hands are everywhere… I'm completely out of control, my fingers twisted in the back of his shirt as I cling to him. He nudges me backward into the living room, breaking the kiss, and I try to concentrate on walking as I gasp for breath.

He pulls me down onto the couch, and I climb astride him, grinding down against his erection, my mouth claiming his again in a desperate kiss. His hands make short work of my shirt, and I unbutton his with shaking fingers, pushing the garment off his shoulders and letting my fingertips linger on the warm flesh beneath.

He snaps my bra undone and discards it, his lips immediately homing in on one of my taut nipples, his teeth nipping for a brief moment of total ecstasy. With a breathy moan, I thrust my hips against his, teasing us both. In response, he pulls my head down to his again, tongue dominating my mouth as his hands move between our bodies, unfastening his belt, the button at his waistband, his zipper.

With a final grind down against him, I kneel up to let him push the pants down over his hips, crying out as my other nipple gets the same attention as the first. Once the clothing's gone, I lower myself into his lap again; the only thing that's preventing him from entering me now is my thong. I reach a hand down to stroke him, and he groans into my neck as I run a fingertip across his sensitive head.

The sound drives me wild – taking off my skirt and panties is way too much effort. Pushing aside the cloth, I position him at my entrance, relishing the feel of him there, loving the control I have over him right now. Trying to thrust up into me, he growls my name, a warning, a plea, and it's the hottest thing I've ever heard. Anticipating his move, I lean away from his hips, giggling.

"Holding out on me?" he says, fingers slipping down to rub lazy circles into my clit. Gasping, I jolt into the touch, the movement pushing him into me a little way.

He tenses, obviously fighting the urge to grab my hips and pull me completely onto him. I move slightly, letting him in a little further, then almost all the way out again, closing my eyes as the motion sends a thrill through a spot that's been crying out for him all day.

"Look at me, Abbs."

Hazily, I do, drinking in the intensity of his gaze. And slowly, so slowly, I sink down onto him, taking him in inch by inch, pausing for agonizing seconds, testing my self-control, assessing his, until at last he's filling me completely.

I can't hold off any more. I start to move, arching against him, setting the pace. His hands close over my waist, guiding me, lending my movements a rough edge that I don't expect. "Gibbs…"

"Like that?"

"Mmm…" Eloquence went out the window about ten minutes ago.

His hands slip down to my thighs, a slow grin crossing his features. "How about this?"

His thumb sets up a slow, hard rhythm against my clit, and my groan of encouragement is lost in the heat of his kiss. I tremble, my fingers digging into his shoulders, as the smouldering need within me intensifies to searing proportions. Breath coming in shallow gasps, I squeeze my eyes shut, willing myself over the edge, taking him fast and hard now.

The orgasm hits me hard, knocking me into mindless rapture. I can't see, I can't hear, I can't speak; all I can do is feel. I fall forward as I ride it out, my forehead pressed against Gibbs' as I struggle to remember how to breathe. Dimly, I register him pulling me hard against him as he thrusts up a final time, fingers digging into my flesh as he finds his own release, breathing hard.

As the aftershocks fade, I open my eyes and register that he's smiling, and my lips curve into an answering grin. "So was the victim cooperative?" I whisper shakily, snuggling into his embrace.

"Very," he answers, his voice low, still rough with desire.

"You get her statement?"

He laughs softly, fingers beginning to trace lazy lines over my back. "Damn. Think I forgot."

Oh, god, I love this man… "That's okay. She's not gonna skip town. You can take her statement later."

"Yeah? How much later?"

"Wouldn't leave it too long, or she might forget some vital detail that the prosecution needs to put your suspect away." Burying my face in his neck, I close my eyes with a happy sigh, savouring his closeness, his skin against mine, the calming thud of his heartbeat. I could stay this way all night, and not just cause I'm really tired.

"She needs to sleep, first," he murmurs against my hair.

How does he always know what I need? "Sounds good…"

Slowly, we get up and head for the bedroom. I crawl under the covers, and he joins me, an arm draped over my waist, his lips brushing the back of my neck. His presence at my back soothes me, and I relax completely, letting my consciousness drift away.

Phoof!