2100 hours.
Abby sat dozing in a soft chair in Gibbs' living room. Her feet were tucked up under her and a light throw covered her body. She had been waiting for three hours for Gibbs to return, after arriving and finding him gone somewhere. His coffee pot was empty and cold and she hadn't bothered to brew any fresh. It was always so quiet in his house and at first, she had turned on his ancient radio and listened to soft jazz. After having her fill of that, she had sat and read from a stack of old newspapers.
She knew she had to explain to Gibbs about Robert and she hated putting things off, so she had arrived at his home when she figured he would be having dinner or working on his boat. But that had been a few hours ago and her reading had made her sleepy, thus she was sitting with her head resting back, eyes closed, but ears somewhat alert.
So when the front door suddenly opened, it startled her into wakefulness and she jumped up, hoping it was Gibbs and not another visitor. She only had to wait a couple seconds to see the senior NCIS agent walk around the corner, into her view. The look on his face showed unexpected surprise.
Abby's eyes dropped quickly to the floor and she bent to pick up the throw. "Hey, Gibbs, where you been?" she asked casually.
He walked forward, eyes sweeping over her entire body. She wore blue jeans and an untucked dark green blouse. Her hair was loose around her shoulders and her eyes looked sleepy. "Your place," he answered in a low voice and watched her look up sharply. "I've been sitting in my car across the street from your apartment, waiting for you."
She smiled and shook her head. "And I've been sitting here all this time waiting for you." As she sat back down, she watched him take a seat on the couch across from her. "I need to tell you something, Gibbs. And you're not going to like it."
He didn't sit all the way back on the couch, only half way on the cushion and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs. "I need to tell you something, too," he returned.
Feeling extremely nervous, Abby hastily folder the blanket and set it aside, then fidgeted with a small frayed hole in the knee of her jeans. "I'll go first," she offered, eyes flitting up to his then down again. His face was so serious, which only made her tense, wondering what he wanted to say. But more than that, she was worried about how he would respond toher confession. "Do you want some coffee?" she asked jumping up because she was beginning to panic.
"No, Abbs, not yet." His voice was still gentle.
Reluctantly she lowered her body back into the chair. "Okay, uummm, I'm just gonna say this then. I was using Robert to make you jealous." She raised her eyes, searching for his reaction, but there was none. Gibbs remained silent, but his eyes had dropped to a newpaper lying on his coffee table. His reaction, or lack of, was very unsettling for Abby. "I'm sorry, Gibbs. It was just something I planned, on the spur of the moment." She could tell her voice sounded anxious. "But it was wrong. Really really wrong for me to do. Robert is gone now and I probably won't ever see him again. He was just a friend but I made it look like we were more, hoping to make you see that you could lose me to someone else. But then again… how could you lose me when you never wanted me to begin with." Silence filled the room and Abby stood up and began pacing the floor. "I'm afraid I've lost you, Gibbs, and I don't want to lose your friendship. But now I know that things are really awkward between us and I'm really scared that we can't go back to the way things were." She stopped and looked at his bowed head. "I could, if you could," she said, then resumed pacing. "It wouldn't be easy, because now you know how I feel about you. But I know I did a bad thing and that you're probably really really mad at me." Believing she had said enough, she kept pacing silently until it was killing her. "Dammit! Say something, Gibbs! You're making me really nervous here."
He remained quiet for a few more seconds as she stood there waiting, wanting a response. "I know you went to New Orleans because I hurt you," he said softly. "I'm sorry I hurt you, Abbs."
Gibbs was apologizing? Did he get hit on the head? Abby felt anything but relaxed by his words.
"Three weeks ago I turned away from you even after I saw the hurt I caused. Because I figured you would always be there for me. I took it for granted that you would always be someplace close whenever I needed you." She watched as Gibbs paused and ran a hand over his eyes. He looked sad and torn up. "I took you for granted, Abbs, and that was my mistake."
That must have been a pretty good whack on the head! In less than a minute he's just broken rules 6 and 8! Oh god… this isn't good!
Abby walked over and sank to her knees on the floor in front of him and their eyes locked. His with a look of pain, hers filled with worry. "You're scaring me, Gibbs," she said in a quivering voice. "You're breaking too many rules here and that scares me. You've gotta keep your rules… it's who you are. It's who I need you to be." Her hands reached up and grasped his. "I am so so sorry that I hurt you by using Robert. I'll never hurt you again, I promise. You mean too much to me."
He gave a soft chuckle. "My rules don't apply when I find something I want, Abbs."
"Does that mean you do want me?" she intended to ask but she couldn't bear what the answer might be. So instead she replied, "Is that a new rule?"
Gibbs evaded her question, slipping one hand free, he lifted it to cup her cheek. "I made the worse mistake last night," he said tenderly.
Abby felt her heart beginning to crumble. "It was my fault… I pushed you to it. But I don't think that it was a mistake. I think it was pretty incredible," she responded with a small grin.
Gibbs raised his chin and gave a wide smile. "Oh, yeah… that was better than anything I ever imagined it would be. But that's not what I was talking about."
"Oh." Abby's heart began to beat faster.
"I shouldn't have just walked away from you. I can't believe I treated you like that. You mean more to me than what I gave you last night. I was disrespectful when I wouldn't listen to you and it wasn't how I wanted our first time to be," he confessed.
Did he just say what I think he said?
Abby felt unsure of herself as she voiced her thoughts. "You've… imagined our… first time together?"
"Oh, yeah," he answered, tugging her forward and laying his lips softly upon hers. But it was brief and he pulled back. "So, is everything okay between us now?"
Abby stared at his lips and really couldn't concentrate on an answer to his question. "I guess," she murmured.
A look of relief flooded Gibbs' face and his tense shoulders relaxed. "Good. So what do you want to do now? Are you hungry?"
Abby rolled her eyes as she stood and moved onto his lap, straddling his hips. Why did men always want to eat after engaging in serious conversation, she wondered. But then she noticed that his face had dropped into seriousness again and she got the feeling that she had misunderstood what he had just told her. "Is this okay?" she asked hesitantly. "That I'm sitting here like this?"
"I take it you're not hungry?" he asked, resting back against the couch.
Abby shook her head as she ran her hands lightly over the front of his t-shirt. He wasn't trying to remove her from his lap, he was actually looking more comfortable. "Nope," she answered and snaked a hand up under his shirt; warmth and rigid muscle greeted her caress. With steady hands, she grabbed the hem of his shirt and peeled it off over his head, letting her gaze roam over his bare torso. His shoulders and arms were muscular, his chest well defined, and his stomach firm. Last night she hadn't had this opportunity to discover his delicious body, and now she wanted to take her time. Her eyes flitted to Gibbs' face and she saw his guarded smile, knowing he was thinking she was probably comparing him to other men… younger men. But she wasn't. The only thing in her mind was how incredibly wonderful it was to finally be able to look at him and touch him; something she had only dreamed of for years. There was no other man on earth to compare him to. He was so damn sexy without even trying.
"Please tell me I'm not dreaming, Gibbs," she whispered.
"If you're dreaming, Abbs, you have my permission to do this all over again when you wake up," he answered in a low husky tone.
She rested her hands on his strong shoulders then slid her palms down over his biceps, which were pure rounded muscle. Abby let her fingers drink in the strength of his arms. She knew that most of his upper body was toned from working extensively on his boat. Every hole was drilled with a bit and brace. Every mortise and tennon was carved by hand. Every piece of wood was sawed using his arms. And every rough board was made exquisitely smooth by laborious hours of continual sanding, using only a block of wood wrapped in course sandpaper.
Slowly she ran her hands back up to his shoulders then down over his chest. Soft silver hair curled between her fingers and she leaned forward, placing kisses on skin which she had just touched for the first time. With her nose against his chest, she inhaled deeply. She had never smelled a man with no aftershave, no cologne, and no artificial body spray. He smelled masculine with the pureness of soap.
As she drew back, her hands slid over his firm abdomen, and Gibbs moved for the first time, placing her face gently between his large palms and drawing her mouth down to his in a soft, exploratory kiss. His tongue slid over her smooth lips before suckling her bottom lip and finally nibbling it tenderly. His hands fell to her shoulders as he pulled back to lock onto her deep green eyes.
Apprehension welled up inside Abby, as she found it difficult to read his expression. "Is this okay, Gibbs?" she asked with concern. "Or do you not want me to continue?"
"You can't stop now, Abbs," he said, lifting his fingers to undo the top button on her blouse and he gave a smirk. "Is it okay if I continue?" The second button slipped free and she felt the backs of his fingers lightly brush against the tops of her breasts. With one fingertip, he trailed a path along the top edge of her black bra.
Abby took in a sharp breath as heat spread out across her body from where he had just touched her. He had sat patiently as she had removed his shirt and unveiled his body, which was always hidden beneath layers of clothing when at work. So many times she had tried to use her imagination to conjure up an image of what his naked chest would look like. It was so… so much better to see the real thing.
The third button on her blouse popped free.
Abby knew he was intentionally taking his time. She could see the eagerness on his face, and yet he was slow and patient, as though he were unwrapping a precious gift. He looked up to stare into her beautiful eyes and she knew she could get lost in his baby blues. The last button was undone and his work hardened hands pushed her blouse off her shoulders and down her arms. It fell to the floor at his feet.
Abby felt her nipples stiffening. They tingled and what she wanted most was Gibbs' strong hands to squeeze and torture them. But instead, he reclaimed her mouth, slipping his moist tongue inside to swirl around hers. Her hands brushed through his thick silver hair, stroking it upwards on the back of his head. She smoothed it down, then up again and opened her mouth wider so he could search deeper, his hot tongue flicking back and forth over the roof of her mouth. He tasted like peppermint, probably from chewing gum, and she slowly drew back, sucking his tongue like a favourite candy.
Gibbs' broke the kiss and moved his wet lips along her jaw. "Abbs?" he asked.
"Mmmmmm?"
"Mind if we take this to my bedroom?" he said and nibbled her earlobe tenderly.
After a moment to try and calm her racing pulse, she slid off his lap, tugged him forward, and led the way upstairs. Gibbs followed very closely behind, his body sometimes brushing up against her back. His hand slipped around from the back to the front of her thigh then higher until he could feel her heat under his palm. With the sudden pressure on her sensitive nerves, Abby faltered on the next step, turned and sank into his arms. She captured his mouth with a hungry urgency and whimpered as his hands splayed across her bare back, pulling her to him tightly. Their heated skin meshed and turned fiery.
He kissed her passionately for a few minutes before murmuring against her soft swollen lips, "We're not there yet, Abbs." Her eyelids opened slowly as she tried to comprehend the meaning of his words. With his help, she regained her footing, turned and preceded up the last few steps. As they moved slowly down the hall, he held her hips between his hands and placed a series of soft kisses along the side of her neck and the tops of her shoulders. Abby gave an involuntary shiver even though she could feel the heat radiating off his chest onto her back.
As they stepped through the bedroom door, she turned in his arms and once again drank in the amazing sight of his shirtless body. She didn't think she would ever get tired of seeing him just like this. Bare muscular arms and shoulders, soft curled hair on his splendid chest, and the slight hint of rippled muscle on his firm stomach. Below that, he wore blue jeans over a tight sexy groin and firm powerful legs. She could definitely see that his pants were tighter than usual because of the obvious bulge behind his zipper. He was the perfect tantalizing picture of everything a man should be.
He drew her closer to the bed and gave her a lingering kiss. After a bit, he pulled back and tucked some of her shiny black hair behind her ear. "I want to take this slow, Abbs. Okay?" he asked with sweet reassurance. She nodded and felt completely under his control. She would do anything, anyway he wanted, because what they had shared so far was beyond what she had imagined for this evening. She would follow his lead and was determined not to push him further than he was comfortable with. But so far, she felt extremely lucky having him half naked, standing in front of her beside his bed. There was no way that this night was going to end badly.
Gibbs toed off his shoes then used his foot to push them just under the bed. His eyes drifted over her breasts, still hidden behind her thin back bra, as his hands fell to the button on the front of her pants. It easily slipped free and he slowly slid down the zipper, revealing small black lacy panties. He pushed the jeans down over her hips and lower until they bunched around her ankles. Kneeling, he placed a hand behind her knee and urged her to lift her foot, so he could pull the pant leg free plus remove her stocking. When she finally stood only in her bra and panties, he looked up at her from his lowered position and smiled adoringly.
His fingers danced up the backs of her legs, sending delicious tingles up Abby's spine. His hands then encompassed her hips and he leaned forward, placing tender kisses just below her belly button. Abby's hands rested upon his strong shoulders and she dropped her chin to her chest and closed her eyes with a soft moan, desperately trying to keep her knees from buckling. As he slowly stood up, his hands skimmed up over her ribs, missed her aching breasts on purpose, and stopped to rest upon the front of her shoulders, where his thumbs could brush lightly across the hollow spot under her chin.
Gibbs kissed her again, so soft and tentatively, as though it were their first time. Abby fought hard to control the desire pounding through her body. Her bodily cravings were telling her to strip him bare, wrap her legs around his waist, and take him deep, hard, and fast. But what he was doing to her at this moment was beyond anything she had ever experienced. It was more than just heat and sex. He was teasing and tempting and tantalizing every nerve in her body and yet she still wore her underwear.
He was saying her name softly, whispering words of endearment against her lips and Abby was lost in a world of pleasure and bliss. It wasn't until the warmth of his hands completely left her body, that she opened her eyes and blinked several times, trying to regain her equilibrium. "Now it's your turn," he said with a smile tugging at his lips.
Abby didn't understand. Her turn to what? Her mind was still muddled as she tried to figure out what he was telling her and he stood there waiting with that smile still almost playing upon his lips. She couldn't concentrate when he was standing so close, staring at her with his sexy blue eyes, giving no indication of what he wanted. Abby dropped her gaze to his stomach, to try and concentrate, and she saw his hands move to the button on his jeans. God, she wished he would just strip those off so she could finally see him. His fingers tugged gently against the enclosure and he spoke with a chuckle, "A little help here, Abbs?"
It now dawned on her what he wanted, and she brushed his hands away as warm blood swept into her cheeks. She was anxious and eager as she tugged his pants button free and lowered the zipper carefully. The front of his boxers instantly tented towards her and she gave a soft gasp. She hadn't even truly seen him yet, but she knew he would be magnificent. Hooking her thumbs in the waistband of his pants only, she slid them off his hips and saw his boxers twitch. The thought of yanking his underwear down and wrapping her mouth around him created a yearning that was almost unbearable. She knew Gibbs wouldn't mind… and sometime soon she would fulfill that fantasy, too. But it wasn't what he wanted from her tonight, so she squelched her desire and looked up to his face, to see him smiling warmly.
Abby gave him a wicked grin back. "Sit," she commanded softly and pushed lightly on his shoulders. Grabbing the bottom of both pant legs at once, she removed them with one smooth pull and flung them aside. Bending over at the waist, she knew his eyes would be on her swollen breasts and she loved that she could tease him back. She took her time removing his socks, daring him to reach out to touch and fondle with his hands, what his eyes were already doing. His boxers twitched a couple more times, but otherwise he didn't move one inch.
When she stood before him again, he spread his legs and pulled her forward between them. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she leaned forward, giving him a hungry demanding kiss. His arms wrapped around her middle and when her body pressed flush against his, they both moaned at the incredible sensation created by their bare skin touching once again. Gibbs slid his hands up over the soft smooth skin of her back and deftly unhooked her bra, then he drew the straps down over her shoulders and arms and mindlessly dropped the piece of material to the floor. Her breasts were exposed and Abby's eyes had floated closed but she heard him say, "Look at me, Abbs." She did and he had that look of adoration that went straight to her heart. "God, you're beautiful. I've been such a fool." His lips brushed lightly over one puckered nipple then the other and Abby clung to his neck, closed her eyes, and threw her head back as his light touch enticed every nerve ending in her body.
His closed lips continued to torment and finally she whimpered, "Please, Jethro, don't tease!"
Gibbs' wet hot tongue swept over one tip then the other as his hands caressed the creamy soft treasures that only a woman possessed. "Say that again," he murmured before capturing one rosy tip into his mouth.
Abby couldn't help but cry out as tingling waves washed through her. "Jethro!"
As his mouth and tongue continued to circle and tantalize her sensitive skin, his hands skimmed down her body and pushed her panties off her hips then let them drop to the floor. Instantly he placed two fingers into her wet slick folds and Abby thrust forward. He was creating so many powerful sensations, that Abby felt her knees begin to buckle. Gibbs hot mouth skimmed up over her neck until it was right beside her ear and he whispered. "I want you, Abbs. I want your wet heat wrapped around me."
"I need you inside me, Jethro," she whimpered and climbed onto his lap. She could feel his hardness through the soft material of his boxers and she pushed her hips demandingly against him. Gibbs stood with her clinging to him and turned then easily leaned forward placing her back onto the bed. Her arms released his neck and he pulled away only long enough to push his boxers off while Abby scooted to the center of the bed. Her eyes watched him intently and she took in his full naked body. "Jethro," she breathed softly as he covered her body with his.
Their mouths met in a searing kiss and Abby's hips pushed up, desperately needing the hardness she felt against her thigh. She pulled her knees up and wrapped her legs around his waist. Gibbs supported his weight with his arms and Abby's hands ran slowly over his solid biceps, adoring the power they possessed. He lowered his mouth to her beautiful bared breasts and began sucking and licking each one in turn. Abby's fingers scraped through his hair and she held his head gently against her flushed skin.
When her hand reached down between them to take hold of his hardness, he lifted his head and his eyes looked drugged. "You're so hard," she whispered with awe and began stroking her hand up then down his thick length. She watched with delight as he grit his teeth and pushed into her hand. A few seconds later, she guided him to her entrance and he slid inside slowly. He stretched her, but it was a pleasurable stretching. Her inner muscles squeezed him and that was pure satisfaction. Gibbs groaned and Abby gave a delightful sigh. Her arms wound around him and she ran her fingers up then down his spine where the skin was slightly damp.
Immense pleasure rocketed through Abby as he pressed deep and she felt the excited pressure against her clit. "Oh, god, you feel so good, Jethro." He wiggled his hips and she cried out at the additional stimulation. He pulled back and pushed in again and she gasped, "Oh… fu… oh… don't stop!" He thrust faster, again… and again… and again and Abby's voice grew hoarse, as she repeated his name over and over. What he was doing felt so wonderful, so beautiful, so right. Abby knew without a doubt that she and Gibbs needed this… wanted this. He had given up the struggle and was doing what she hungered for. Their bodies joined together were sending waves of unimaginable pleasure pulsing through her.
She came hard and unexpectedly on a crest of ecstasy, crying out loudly with her uncontrolled release. Gibbs' movements slowed gradually and he leaned down to kiss her lingeringly but lightly. She was breathing hard with a huge smile on her face. "That was amazing," he told her.
"You're amazing," she returned, capturing his face between her hands and pulling him down into a delicious open-mouth kiss. She was fully aware that he had not gotten off yet, and could feel his hardness still inside her. Their kiss remained heated as he began moving again.
Even though she was sated, he still felt incredible with each thrust and she moaned each time he pushed inside. Gibbs broke off the kiss as his breathing became labored. He grunted with each lunge into her and his rhythm was smooth. Abby looked down the lengths of the bodies and watched as his cock slipped into and out of her entrance. To watch this was stunning and magnificent. Reaching a hand down, she placed a finger on either side of his slippery cock as it moved in and out. Gibbs groaned at the sensation of her tender touch that added intensity to his release, which was so very near.
His strokes got slower but stronger and he gritted out, "God Abbbbbssss!" He bored in one last time then halted as his eyelids fluttered and the muscles in his neck and arms corded. "Oh Abby," he sighed again as she watched the energy drain from him and he sank down, covering her with his body.
Abby plastered his cheek with wet kisses and smoothed her hands up and down his back. After several seconds he rolled to his side and braced himself up on one elbow. Abby saw the most charming smile on his flushed face. "I love you, Jethro. I love you," she told him tenderly.
"My sweet Abbs." Leaning down he gave her a warm passionate kiss. Then he drew back again and locked his eyes onto hers. "I've loved you for longer than you can imagine, Abbs."
"What?" she said with astonishment at his confession.
"For years, I've struggled with my feelings for you. So many times I had to push them down, lock them away. I didn't think you felt the same way and I had my crazy rules." He raised a hand and tucked some hair behind her ear. He had a different smile which she had never seen before and it was gorgeous. "I love you, Abby Scuito, and I'll never ever hurt you again."
"Nor I, my Jethro," she returned as he pressed another sweet long kiss to her lips.
A/N: Please leave a review! To be continued…
