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Chapter 14 – Together
The three of them spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing. None of them seemed to have the energy for much else, the strain from the past few days catching up on all of them.
Both Tony and Abby found themselves dozing regularly, sometimes together or separately snuggled up to Gibbs on the couch. But each time Abby dozed, she woke up frustrated with herself for giving in to her tiredness. She just wanted to feel normal again. At some point during the afternoon, they both expected Gibbs to disappear to his basement but he seemed content to sit or lie quietly, almost watching over them.
They took it in turns with the couch, although Abby had a fit of the giggles when she entered the living room at the sight of two large men trying to get a comfortable position on Gibbs' lumpy couch... all long legs and broad shoulders and sheer bulk making for a lot of squirming around and laughter.
Abby pushed off from where she was leaning against the living room doorway and moved further into the room to lean over the couch, braced on her arms as she grinned down at them. Tony was wedged against the back of the couch while Gibbs looked as if he was about to fall off the edge any minute.
"I am so tempted to sprawl myself over the top of you both, but I suspect that would be one set of elbows and knees too far."
"No kidding, Abbs." Tony shifted slightly, trying to find a comfortable position without jostling his arm. He slid down lower from the arm of the couch and put his head back on Gibbs' shoulder, turning on his side and wrapping an arm around the older man's waist.
"Stop fidgeting, Tony," grumbled Gibbs. He wrapped one arm around Tony's back, trying to anchor him in place, while holding Abby's waist with his other hand as she hovered over them. He grinned up at her. "I'll pitch him on the floor if ya like and there'll be more room."
"Hey," protested Tony, laughing. "If my pillow would stop moving around, things would be just peachy. Although my couch is much bigger, don't you think, Abbs. I'm sure we could all squeeze on there... it'd be very cozy."
"We'll have to set up a shift system then, next time we're all at your place. Although that leather on your couch is so shiny, we may all end up sliding straight to the floor if we get too frisky." She leaned down to kiss each man in turn.
Later, while the two men watched the game, Gibbs cuddled on the couch with Abby and Tony sat on the floor with his back resting against it. From this position, Gibbs was able to stroke his hand through Tony's hair and Abby could also reach him from where she lay in Gibbs' arms.
Tony leaned back into both their touches, enjoying the contact and the easy closeness. Not interested in watching the game, Abby divided her time between dozing, wrapped up warm and safe in Gibbs' arms, or stroking and tickling Tony's neck until he laughingly batted her hand away, or luring Gibbs into a make-out session, squealing when Tony turned to swoop in for kisses from both of them.
It was an easy afternoon spent unwinding and recovering, and was just what they all needed.
After the game ended, Tony stood, stretching his lanky frame, wincing as his bruises made themselves felt again. "Ouch... I really must remember to stop doing that. Right... if you two are ready, I'm gonna start on dinner."
"Want a hand, Tony?" offered Abby, muffling another yawn into Gibbs' neck, nuzzling against the warm skin.
Tony held up his hands. "Oh no, no, no, you stay right there... I think Gibbs would like his kitchen in one piece."
"Hey! I can cook." She grabbed a cushion and threw it at Tony, who fielded it, grinning broadly.
"I know you can, Abby, but I just wanna cook for you both. Sort of our first date... well, almost." Tony shrugged, suddenly self-conscious.
"Aawww... That's a really sweet idea, Tony. Okay, I give in. And anyway, he's a tyrant in the kitchen," she confided to Gibbs as she struggled to sit up. "But he's also a fantastic cook... mad skills."
Gibbs swung his legs off the couch, watching as Abby rolled her shoulders and neck. "Why don't you go take a hot bath?"
"Good idea," agreed Tony, giving her a hand off the couch, rubbing her shoulders gently. "A hot soak might ease those sore muscles... you got any Epsom Salts, Boss?"
Gibbs nodded as he stood up, sliding his arms around her waist and leaning in to give Tony a quick kiss. "Yup... should be some in the bathroom cabinet."
Abby shot him a teasing sideways glance. "Gonna scrub my back?"
Gibbs muffled a moan into her hair. "Gonna wanna do more than that if I get in a bath with ya."
"Well, I'm not gonna stop you." Abby turned into his hug, slipping a hand under his sweatshirt, savouring the contact with his warm skin.
"No... but your injuries will," said Gibbs regretfully, tilting her head to kiss her.
When the kiss ended, Tony massaged her neck gently and she gave a soft moan at the touch. "A bath's not the easiest place to have sex if you're bruised, Abbs, you know that. Remember when I did my shoulder playing football and you offered to massage it in the bath... Well, massage something anyway." Tony grinned and Abby nudged him, chuckling as he went on. "And god, the spirit was willing but the body was in too much pain to take advantage of this smokin' hot woman sprawled out in my bath."
"I remember Tony. Okay, okay... when did you become so sensible, huh? God... this is just beyond frustrating," groaned Abby, leaning her forehead against Gibbs' shoulder as he slid his fingers into her hair, cradling her head.
"You have no idea, Abbs." Gibbs massaged her scalp, feeling her lean into his touch.
A thought struck her and Abby suddenly pulled back, looking between the two of them worriedly as she gnawed her lip. "As long as that's the only thing holding you both back? You do both want me... don't you?"
Gibbs gently crowded her back against Tony. "Abbs... there's nothing I want more than to take you both upstairs and pin you to the bed until we all can't move." Gibbs cupped her face, nuzzling against her skin, feeling Tony folding his arms around them both.
Gibbs tilted her face until he could meet her eyes. "Wanna touch you... taste you... make you moan. Don't ever doubt it."
"You know I want you, Abby, and I can't wait to show you all over again just how much," Tony kissed the back of her hair.
Abby stared steadily at Gibbs, seeing the sincerity in his eyes before leaning in and brushing her lips against his mouth. He pressed into the kiss, deepening it and kissing her slowly, thoroughly, trying to convince her with his actions, even if he couldn't find the right words.
When Abby pulled back, her smile was softer and she looked less worried. "Good... coz I want you both so badly." She sighed, smoothing her hand over Gibbs' chest before turning her head to kiss Tony. "Okay... let me go and take that bath."
"Lemme go and run it for you, Abbs," offered Tony, already heading for the stairs before her voice stopped him in his tracks.
"Tony... it's okay. I'm perfectly capable of running a bath for myself." She smiled affectionately at Tony as she moved past him, patting his cheek. "I'm not some porcelain doll with fragile, handle with care stamped on my ass... Plenty of other tattoos but not that one." Abby grinned at them both before heading for the stairs.
Gibbs' voice made her turn. "Leave the door open, Abby... you feel dizzy, you call us, 'kay?"
Something about his expression stopped her rolling her eyes and she nodded slowly. "Okay... that I can do."
Tony watched her go before turning to Gibbs with a rueful grin. "Well... I'm not sure we passed our first no fussing test... or I flunked it anyway."
Gibbs tilted his head in rueful agreement. "If you hadn't said it, I woulda done," Gibbs assured him, heading toward the kitchen.
Tony followed. "Wanna help? Seeing as it's your kitchen."
Gibbs shrugged. "Why not? Fridge has already got more food in it than it usually sees in a month."
As Tony prepared dinner, he enjoyed the touches Gibbs bestowed on him, brushing against him as he moved past, or leaning in for a kiss. Tony was amazed all over again how easy this was, how right it felt and how turned on just a few touches could make him.
It was helping keeping his mind off dwelling too much on what had happened, even though unwelcome reminders kept cropping up when he least expected. He'd nearly jumped out of his skin earlier when there'd been a screech of tyres out on the street as someone lost it on the icy surface. Fortunately neither Abby or Gibbs had been in the room at the time, so hadn't seen his reaction.
But now, as Tony gathered stuff from the fridge, he suddenly shivered and Gibbs noticed. "You okay, Tony?"
Rubbing his arms, Tony searched around for where he'd flung his spare sweatshirt earlier. "Yeah... I just can't seem to get warm today. It was okay in front of the fire or wrapped up against the Marine version of an electric blanket, but I'm suddenly cold now. Has it got cold in here? I think it's cold."
Gibbs shook his head. "Feels fine to me."
Tony snagged his extra sweatshirt from the couch and struggled into it on top of the one he was already wearing. "Don't know what's wrong with me today, coz I don't usually feel the cold like this. Well, except when I'm outside in winter but today isn't especially chilly. It just..." Tony broke off abruptly, turning back to the counter.
Gibbs eyed him for a moment as he worked. "It just what?"
Tony shook his head, keeping his gaze averted as he began chopping vegetables. Gibbs approached, sliding his arms around the younger man's waist from behind, resting his chin on Tony's shoulder. "Talk to me," he urged Tony quietly.
Tony sighed, leaning back against the older man's warmth. "It just reminded me of something, that's all."
"Of what?" Gibbs prodded when he didn't elaborate. He could feel Tony virtually trembling in his arms and hugged him tightly.
Tony sighed, putting the knife down on the counter. "Of standing by the side of my car in the freezing cold watching the paramedics work on Abby," Tony confessed quietly, resting his hands on Gibbs' arms where they rested on his waist. "Wasn't helped of course by both of us being dressed for going out clubbing rather than sitting about in the snow. It was so cold... I thought I'd never get warm again."
Gibbs pulled Tony around so he could see his face, seeing the shadows in those green eyes. Tugging him into a hug, he wrapped his arms around the younger man as much as he could, feeling Tony's hands burrowing under his sweatshirt to the skin of his back, holding him tightly.
Letting out a shuddering sigh, Tony buried his head in Gibbs' neck, clinging onto the solid strength of the man until his shivering subsided. Gibbs just stood there, holding him, rubbing his hands over his back until Tony pulled away with a sheepish smile.
"Sorry... warmer now, thanks." Leaning in to kiss Gibbs, he tried to reassure him. "I'm okay... really. Just little reminders keep popping up, y'know. Fuel for nightmares, I guess."
Gibbs wrapped a hand around the back of Tony's neck, kissing him warmly. "I know... It's what I'm here for, 'kay?"
Tony examined his eyes, taking strength and comfort as he always did from that blue gaze.
"I know... and I've never been more grateful for that, the past few days." He stepped back, squeezing Gibbs' shoulder. "Okay then... let's get this dinner on the road or Abby'll be downstairs from her bath and demanding to be fed before it's ready."
As they moved around one another in the kitchen, Tony saw Gibbs glance occasionally towards the stairs. Tony could sympathise. He knew what it was like to take a bath with Abby, to see all that creamy flawless skin covered in bubbles and looking so sensuous and feminine.
"Why don't you go on up, Jethro? Take some time with her," Tony suggested quietly.
If he'd been in Gibbs' shoes, wanting a first time with Abby, he'd have been up the stairs like a shot and Tony marvelled at the guy's control.
Gibbs let out a sigh. "Trust me, Tony... I'm close to doing just that right now, but I wouldn't wanna stop with just... washing her back. Wanted her for so long, not sure I could just... watch. Want a lot more but I don't wanna hurt her."
Tony moved nearer and rubbed his hand over Gibbs' back in soothing circles. "Soon..."
"Yeah... soon." Gibbs shot him a brief, almost hesitant smile.
"She's worth the wait, y'know... not that you need me to tell you that." Tony paused, leaning in to kiss the other man's temple, murmuring against his skin. "You two should have some time together... y'know, for your first time."
Gibbs leaned against Tony, cupping his cheek. "Told ya before... want us together. Want you there. Doubt Abby will want it any other way either."
Gibbs had had years of imagining what it would be like to lose himself in both of them, separately and together.
Time spent dreaming how soft warm curves and solid hard muscle would respond to his hands, his mouth, his body. What it would feel like to have their hands and mouths on him... their bodies around him.
Tony nuzzled into his palm. "Well, I'm not gonna say no... I've a feeling I could get off just from watching you both. But she deserves to have your undivided attention."
This time Gibbs' grin had a tinge of more familiar arrogance. "She'll get it."
TBC...