Chapter thirteen

Abby slowly reached her fingers to Jethro's throat, stroked it gently and then moved down to buttons of his shirt. Her eyes were locked onto his as she undid the top four, finally sighing as she settled her palm against his chest, feeling his heat and his heartbeat pounding against her. She felt Gibbs tremble as he dropped his head back and quietly gasped, his mouth dropping open as waves of muted desire rippled through him. He hadn't wanted to start something that neither could stop while they were incarcerated in their metal prison, but then he hadn't meant to kiss her again, either.

But, he had, and now Abby had turned the tables on him and had responded by touching him. He stared at the ceiling even though he couldn't see it and allowed himself the pleasure of her gentle touch as she let her fingers drift wherever they wanted to go.

She touched a nipple and he groaned low in his throat unconsciously squeezing her shoulder as she lay against his chest. It had been the invitation that Abby had needed and seconds later Gibbs dropped his head to watch her suckle him. That she looked like a babe in arms suddenly seemed surreal to him and he shifted his legs as the motion finally hit his loins and once more, he dropped his head back, closed his eyes and simply allowed himself to enjoy what she was doing to him.

"Touch me, Jethro."

Her request barely made his ears, but when it did, he felt himself released. From what he didn't know, and now Abby had given him the freedom to do his own exploring, he didn't hesitate a moment more. That they were in possibly the worst place on Earth to start something that probably wouldn't end didn't enter into his mind as he reached in to undo her shirt buttons.

As he undone one after another, revealing moonlit creamy mounds encased in black lace, Gibbs didn't think he'd ever seen anything more beautiful. His index finger trembled as he traced a path along the edge of the lace and then back again. He realised that Abby was trembling as much as he as she finally released him to lie back in his arm as he supported her and let him touch and drink in his fill of her. But when his fingertip finally slipped beneath the lace and touched her nipple her body suddenly arched with a longing that had lain dormant for far too long.

Seizing the unconscious movement towards his face Gibbs quickly took the sacrificial offering for what it was, quickly shoving the lace aside and settling his own lips around the now engorged tip, suckling just as she had done only moments ago on his own.

Abby almost died with joy as Gibbs took her into his mouth, her fingers moving of their own violation to thread themselves through his silky hair. Tenderly he lathed his tongue over it and Abby could barely keep herself still as shocks of desire coursed through her.

"Oh, God, Gibbs, I never knew… I never…" She gasped as he tugged and licked at her skin, his fingers moulding, moving her closer to him.

"I know, baby, I know…" He murmured as he lifted his face to nuzzle the soft skin at her throat. "Too much time wasted. I've let too many years go past when you could have been mine."

It was then that he heard it; the roar of the engine bringing with it the shattering conclusion that the game had changed again. Gibbs lifted his head from Abby's neck and listened. But only silence now greeted his reaching ears. Abby stopped her own movements to listen along side of him, but eventually her own impatience forced her to speak.

"Is someone out there, Gibbs? Tell me."

"Someone was, Abs," He murmured, "but they aren't now. We've either been set free, or we've been left to die. I hope to God it's the first scenario."

Gibbs' eyes met Abby's in what was left of the moonlight shadows, all thoughts of passion gone as realisation came to settle upon them.

"I don't want to die, Gibbs. I want a future with you. I want more than what we've got. I want to explore…this…us" She brokenly told him, not sure of what she was telling him, but on the other hand, telling him everything he wanted to hear as she tenderly cupped his cheek.

"I do, too, Abby. I think it's time we tried to get out of here. Someone was here, that I'm certain of. I figure that as they didn't bother opening the door to check if we're still alive, then they've sprung the lock so we can get ourselves out of this hell-hole."

Abby began to move her body away from his, doing up her buttons as she did so. Gibbs watched her in the gloom as dust motes filled the streams of moonlight still filtering through the vents. Finally pushing himself to his feet he stood quietly watching her as she stood before him. Eventually he reached his finger out and tipped her chin so that he could see her eyes.

"We're in this together, Abby," He told her gently, "whatever the outcome. Okay?"

For a long moment Abby studied his eyes before eventually moving into his waiting arms. Slipping her own arms around his waist, she mumbled against his throat, tenderly kissing it at the same time. "Okay."