Title: I'm Not Sorry (chapter 10)

Rating: M

Spoilers: none.

Pairing: Gibbs/Abby

Disclaimer: NCIS doesn't belong to me. If it did, certain things would be different. :)

A/N: This chapter is rated M. Seriously. You have been warned!

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Abby threw her head back, moaning slightly as he found the hardening buds of her right nipple and her clit at the same time. Her knees grew weak and she dipped a bit, pressing her core more tightly against his hand. He bent his head to the unmarked side of her neck, marking it with his teeth – once, twice. Each produced a groan of pleasure from Abby. He sucked at her beautiful pale skin, moving slightly each time, until her entire neck and shoulder were covered with deepening red and purple bruises.

"Jethro!" Abby hissed, her eyes rolling up. She ground her core against him, and he felt her juices gush around his hand; she was hot and swollen. For him. Just for him.

His hand left her nipple, and she gasped at the loss. He pulled her chin down so that she faced the mirror again. "Look," he said hoarsely, "I want you to watch yourself when you come."

Abby wasn't sure if she could manage that, but if he wanted it, she would try. She nodded her assent, knowing that at this moment she was like putty in his hands.

His hand returned to its former location and he pinched her nipple, causing her to cry out as a shock ran straight to her center. His other hand slid up and down between her slick folds, varying the pressure from firm to barely there and everything in between.

"Please, Gibbs," she whispered, squirming, trying to force his fingers inside her. He smiled at her obvious frustration, although his own frustration was making itself well known.

"Wait, Abbs," he whispered in her ear, nipping at the lobe for good measure. This time her cry approached a scream, so he bit again and was rewarded as she screamed his name. He could tell he had teased her long enough. His thumb pressed hard against her nub and with a sudden movement he thrust three fingers inside her velvet depths. She moaned and moved against him, deepening her pleasure, and he saw her eyes start to close.

"Eyes open, Abby," he commanded. She struggled to raise her eyelids, but when her eyes locked with his she realized that watching intensified the feeling. "Yourself, not me," he grinned, and she lowered her gaze slightly to her own face, flushed with arousal. He resumed the movements of his hand, his thumb moving in tiny circles on her clit, while his long, calloused fingers explored every inch of her inner walls.

She heard herself moan, feeling the pressure build slowly but surely. She rubbed her ass against his hardness, and the thought of him inside her nearly sent her over the edge. "Let go," he murmured, "I'll catch you when you fall."

"Oh God, Jethro," she cried, "I'm so close…" He moved his hand faster in response and bent to bite her neck one more time, still keeping his eyes on her. She screamed incoherently, shaking as the orgasm hit and her inner muscles clamped down on his fingers. He saw the raw, primal ecstasy on her face, and noticed with pleasure that her eyes, dark and heavy lidded, were still focused straight ahead.

He rode the waves with her until finally she collapsed against him, limp as a rag doll. "Jethro," she panted, "you are so magic. I told Fornell…"

"Hope you weren't referring to this," he murmured, and she grinned in response.

"No, but it still applies." She was starting to recover her breath, but wanted to lie close to him and feel his skin against hers. "Bed now," she said, looking into his darkened blue eyes.

He half-carried her into his bedroom, pulled back the covers with one hand, and laid her gently on the sheet. She watched as he quickly undressed and took his place next to her, covering them both. They embraced tightly, melting into each other as their hot flesh met. Abby closed her eyes with a sigh. She lay quietly for so long that Gibbs thought she had fallen asleep. His erection was still painfully hard against her, but he knew from experience that he could will it away if he had to.

Just as he had decided that he would have to, her hand moved to grasp him firmly, and he groaned in response.

"Fuck me, Jethro," she purred sweetly.

He hadn't thought he could get any harder than he already was but damn if she didn't know just how to do it. In seconds he was inside her, slamming into her with a force so intense that he wouldn't have done it except he knew she liked it rough. Her hips gyrated against him, pulling him in deeper, then in one swift movement she lifted her legs until her feet rested on his shoulders. "Abby," he panted, sinking into her all the way. "Abby, Abby, Abby…"

"Go for it," she murmured, her eyes closed.

He thrust into her even faster, feeling her begin to tighten around him. "You feel so good, Abbs… so good…"

A scream was rising in her throat as she neared the peak again and this time he joined her in an explosion of pleasure that nearly obliterated his consciousness. "Abby," he said, trying to catch his breath as he slowed his movements. "I love you."

"I know, Jethro," she whispered as she came down from the stars. "I love you too."

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Gibbs woke with a throbbing headache; Mike's anger from the night before was still with him. Abby seemed to be sleeping soundly, curled up into a ball with the covers half over her face. He smiled in spite of the headache and very, very carefully climbed out of the bed.

After visiting the bathroom and putting on a pair of sweat pants, he headed for the kitchen to get the items he knew Abby would need: a plate of saltines, ginger lozenges, and a glass of water. He set them on a tray and, on impulse, added one of the roses from the vase on the table. A few minutes later, he had successfully placed the tray on the nightstand beside her and retreated from the room.

Gibbs sighed as he prepared his coffee, having removed the coffeemaker to the laundry room where he could close the door. He was glad Franks had taken him to task, as it had helped somewhat with the guilt he still felt. However, he knew there would be more when he returned to work. He didn't want his team to know – he feared the loss of respect that would inevitably result – but there was no guarantee they wouldn't find out. As for Ducky, Gibbs knew that his old friend would never accept a lie. Gibbs wasn't even sure how successfully he could tell a lie in this situation.

He sighed again. He was probably in no danger of getting punched by Ducky, but the verbal tongue-lashing he was sure to receive was even worse. Still, he had felt better after telling Franks the truth. As painful as it might be, telling Ducky might be just as cathartic. He picked up his cell phone before he could change his mind.

"My dear Jethro, where have you been? Are you all right?" The doctor's voice was obviously concerned, not surprising since no one but Jenny knew the real reason Gibbs was gone.

"I'm all right, Duck, but I need to talk to you. Privately."

"I am at your service, Jethro. Where shall I meet you?"

"I'm at home. When can you stop by?"

"I'll drive over as soon as Mother's nurse arrives – wait, there's the doorbell now. I will see you shortly, Jethro."

"Thanks, Ducky." He closed the phone and poured himself a cup of coffee.

Abby could feel herself waking, but she didn't want to, knowing what was likely to happen. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing the nausea to stay away. She wished she had thought to get some crackers the night before; now there was no way she'd make it without having to rush to the bathroom.

She slowly opened one eye, experimentally, and her gaze fell upon the nightstand. Then she opened both eyes widely because she couldn't believe what she saw. Her heart melted when she realized Gibbs had taken care of her needs without even being asked.

With a smile, but keeping her head on the pillow, she slid one hand to the plate of crackers, picking up one to nibble on. She felt nauseous as soon as she opened her mouth to put the cracker in, but managed to hold it back long enough to chew and swallow the cracker. 'So far so good', she told herself. She reached for another cracker; this one went down well too. Then she opened a lozenge and sucked on it, still without raising her head.

When the lozenge was gone, she tried lifting her head a few inches. The nausea was there, but controllable. She took another lozenge, and when it was half gone she slowly sat up.

She let out a squeak when she saw Gibbs watching her from the doorway. "Jethro!" she protested. "How long have you been there?"

"Long enough to see that my preparations helped," he grinned, sitting on the bed beside her. "I'm glad."

She wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. "Me too," she murmured into his chest. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, Abbs. I came to tell you that Ducky is on his way over."

"A case?"

"No, personal. I asked him to stop by."

She nodded her understanding. "You want to tell him."

"Yes."

"Well, at least he probably won't beat you up the way Franks did." At his look of surprise, she added, "Did you think I was stupid enough to believe your 'accident' story? I knew what Mike did, and I would have kicked his ass if not for the fact that you seemed better for it."

"Abby, I deserved it."

"Well – I know you think so, and maybe you're right. In any case, I could tell that it helped you. So I didn't say anything."

"You know, you would make a great agent Abbs; intelligent, deductive, and most important of all, discreet."

She chuckled. "No, thank you. I'll stay in my lab with my music."

A/N: Just one more chapter until they return to work! Stay tuned.