Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS it's characters, setting, themes etc. I merely want to write fan-fiction including them.
Inspired by Twitter conversations with fans and romance novels.
Rated – M
Romance and Drama
Set in Season 5 after Hiatus
Main characters: L.J Gibbs and Abby. S
English
The Penultimate of Second Chances
Nine months later.
Abby whimpered as she felt the growing warmth from her belly spread to her lower extremities. "Oh, god." She raised herself from the bed and made to stand, moving her hand around her stomach to underneath her child inside her. "Oh god, oh god." Abby whined as she waddled towards the stairs.
Hugging the wall, she wrapped her wrist around the banister and huffed out a breath of air. The little guy was coming...she cautiously made her way down the stairs, clutching her stomach.
She groaned in pain as she made it to the foot of the stairs and towards the sleeping form of Gibbs.
"Gibbs! Gibbs!" Abby yelled, steadying herself against the wall as she almost doubled over in pain from the contractions her baby was giving her. A damn painful sign that he finally wanted to meet his Mom.
Gibbs jerked awake, bleary eyed and confused as too what woke him. He threw off the sheet and half ran, half stumbled towards his pregnant woman. Soon the dawning of the inevitable came to him and needed to be dealt with.
"Bombs are away, Gibbs." She winced.
"Are you alright?"
"Am I alright?! I'm about to squeeze a something the size melon through a frickin' lemon!" She shouted, gritting her teeth then blinked away all the fear and fury. "My waters broke, Gibbs. It's coming. Whoever they are. They're coming." Abby gasped.
"Hey, I only asked because I need to know about your contractions." Gibbs shook his head slightly.
"I know. I'm sorry. Mm." Abby nibbled her lip. "They're, uh, there's not a lot of 'em if that's what you're asking."
"Okay. Let me get an over night bag packed." He kissed her dead on the mouth, calming her stressed and anxious self down so she won't start hyperventilating and or pass out on the floor. He didn't linger long enough to send himself weak at the knees. Her kisses, touch and lovemaking always reduced him to a submissive panting wreck beneath her when ever she wanted him in her bed.
That happened a lot. It happened all them many weeks back in Aspen for her sudden winter vacation.
Abby pulled at her long sleeved and legged PJs. They were ones she'd bought on a holiday break back when she had gone for a Christmas break. Re-visiting her old haunts, in more ways than one. "Gibbs, Gibbs!" Abby pestered.
"I'm getting up, damn. Now I know how Tim must've felt." Gibbs groaned, still sleepy.
"Gibbs! No. Oh, no, Gibbs. You're a much better lover than Tim." Abby half purred.
"Really?" He raised a brow.
"Hmm. Whatever, Gibbs, you gotta get up. We're gonna be late for dinner." She scampered out the room and into her bag of clothes where the little black dress was stored.
The pregnant lab tech quickly changed in the bathroom and threw her clothes into the bedroom, not caring where her bed attire landed and rummaged in her bag for the matching black shoes and wool beret.
"Jeez, Ab. It's snowing out there. You gonna be warm enough?" He raised an eyebrow at her a second time.
"Well, no. But this'll probably be the last time I can wear this little number any time soon."
"Suit yourself." Gibbs handed her jacket to her and held out his arm for her to latch onto.
/NCIS\
The small bar and grill held only a small number of tables in its warm and cosy grasp. The floor was covered with worn thick maroon carpet. The walls were painted a similar shade which made the eye catching couple of golden picture frames, lights and lamps light up the bare upper walls.
The pair were sat at a table away from the grill hatch so Abby couldn't smell the cooking meats. She sipped happily at a non-alcoholic cocktail which was a mixture of tonic, cranberry and orange juice. It did have a slice of orange on the rim. But it was quickly snaffled by the hungry lab tech.
"God, how long we gotta wait?" Abby grumbled. "I'm eating for two here."
"We could order a starter first if you're that-"
"Oh, hell no. I want a whole lobster with the trimmings and more in my gut, Gibbs."
The older agent smirked at her need to eat everything in sight and then have a fatty, chocolatey pudding. They unpacked near to right after they arrived then had five minutes rest in their new bedroom for the weekend.
She couldn't sleep.
The excitement of being pregnant, telling Gibbs and then getting whisked away to a beautiful location was truly impossible to ignore.
Gibbs was knackered from driving such a long distance and having to endure Abby rabbit on about every little tree and bird she saw on the journey.
He on the other hand had managed to sleep.
Gibbs grabbed a passing waiter who seemed to be oblivious to their presence. "Uh, we'd like to order now, if that's possible." He thumbed the menu for something tasty as the waiter fumbled in turning over the page of his small notebook.
"Absolutely, sir. I recommend the salmon. Freshly caught in this region, then there's the soup of the day which is winter vegetable." The waiter spieled.
Abby Sciuto pulled a face at both options and sighed in exasperation. "Any pasta dishes?" She hopefully enquired.
"Indeed we do, there's the tomato, garlic and herb pasta and a new special this season which is the pesto pasta."
"Ooh, yummy. I want both." Abby all but salivated. "Um, tomato sounds good. With a cheesy garlic bread." She relaxed back in her chair.
"You sure you're gonna eat all that?" He cocked a brow.
"Yup. Twice. With desert." She grinned and passed the waiter the menus. "He'll be having steak and chips."
"Oh, he will, huh?" Her partner challenged.
She threw him a look. "Gibbs, it's the only thing you consume. That and numerous loads of coffee, bourbon and Chinese takeaway food." The raven haired woman crossed her arms and mimicked his raised eyebrow. "So, if not steak. What will you be having instead?"
"Another one of these... and a steak. Rare. Extra fries." He grumbled.
Her broad grin faded into a smile. "Knew it."
The waiter turned to leave with their orders, chuckling at the couple.
"Oh, and a side of onion rings!" Abby yelled to the fair haired waiter who acknowledged he heard her by waving his notebook in her direction. "Aw, what a nice guy." She chimed and looked at Gibbs, scanning the paintings of bare trees in winter along the nearest wall.
Abby bit her lip and looked Gibbs over opposite her.
"So how are you dealing with all this?"
"This?" He frowned.
She tutted. "Being a father again, Gibbs."
"Oh, that. Not bad. I'll just do what I did before. Only with you." He took a sip of his drink, his cold gaze freezing the breath in her body.
"Thought that was clear. That was why I had to leave that night. Our first night trying." He pressed his lips together and ever so slightly narrowed his eyes. "I had no idea what I was in for, I thought I'd agree to it. You'll get your child and we'll get things back to normal. But I'll be the baby's father, Ab. A damn good one if you'll let me."
Either that was the alcohol talking or Gibbs had really gone through every little thing within his mind.
"Gibbs. I wouldn't have chosen you if I didn't think you'll be able." She furrowed her brow and moved over to hug him to her. "You still are a father to me."
After eating their main courses and desserts, the pair made their way back to their temporary home away from D.C.
She sat, curled up with Gibbs beside her, watching the fireplace crackle as he nursed another glass of bourbon. The yellow and orange flickered around also illuminated the small room and the heat from the flames made her horribly tired. "Gibbs, can we go to bed? I'm tired as hell." She snuggled into his side.
"Not tired yet, Ab. But you can get yourself gone." He answered.
She sighed loudly. "But you keep me warm. You don't have to sleep, you can-" She trailed off. 'Keep me warm by making sweet music, with me boss-man...' Abby thought deep in her mind. "Read, or think of baby names." Finishing, she got up and tried to pull Gibbs up with her. "Aw, c'mon, Gibbs, I'll let you kiss me goodnight." She giggled and tugged at his arm again.
Once comfy in the large bed hearing Gibbs taking a moment to extinguish the roaring fire, Abby mused to herself as to what she would call the child. Any name would be good. But she needed one that would please both parents. Not just her.
Gibbs got in and pulled her exhausted body closer to his.
She had other ideas.
Abby pushed him into the soft mattress and pinned him down with her hands as she moved onto him, she hummed sensually at them both so close together. "Kiss me goodnight, Marine." She purred and joined their lips together in a sultry kiss. Quickly, Abby pulled away, still humming. "Now, make love to me, Marine."
He gave her a concerned expression at her out of the blue, seductive and sudden motion. But she kissed it off his face.
She controlled everything. Where her hands touched. Where he could touch her. How she kissed, licked and nipped hungrily at his lips. Abby pulled his lip into her mouth and pushed her hands down his chest, feeling his hard muscles underneath her fingertips she moaned into his mouth before thrusting her tongue inside, in search of his own.
Her thin, cold fingers steadily explored his body, found him and pulled at his clothes so she could get her hands to him.
God, she wanted to wrap her hands around him and make him growl her name.
Abby closed her small hand around him, she groaned at finding him hard.
Pulling away from him she looked down at him as she felt his hand around hers.
He locked eyes with her and began a slow massage over his erect member. He grunted at her touch and thrust up into her palm.
Much quicker than normal, he found himself nearing the edge. "Ab, can't last..." He hissed and prised her hand away.
Abby started to strip down to her bare skin, she began with her bottoms, so he could feel her skin against his and to get an idea of what they would feel like and what was to come from him so soon. Abby pulled off her top and threw it to the floor. "Need you, Gibbs." She squirmed over his hips making him groan quietly.
Bunching her hands in his shirt she tugged hard at it, needing to feel as much nakedness from him as possible.
He sat up and held her at his hips. Gibbs took it off and loved the way her eyes glinted as they wandered over him. That and the smirk on her soft, wet lips.
He held her by the waist after fingering the slight raised edges of her cross tattoo.
He let her hands roam over him, feeling each scar, each imperfection and each muscle dip.
Gripping his shoulders, she steadied herself on his lap before sheathing him sharply inside her.
Abby whimpered and gasped at the feel of his hardness deep and still inside of her. Her eyes fluttered shut as felt him start to move against her, inside her. 'Damn, this was so good.'
"Need this." She breathlessly spoke before appeasing against him.
It's the finale, man! And golly, what a bombshell to end! Hope you enjoyed – in more ways than one and please review! :)
AND I MEAN IT THIS TIME!
The next chap will be the last of this!
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