Title: Clean Up
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Season five boat-related stuff.
Summary: Gibbs paints his boat.
Author's Note: Thanks to Liza_Doolittle on Twitter for the prompt 'paint'.
"You have paint on your neck."
Gibbs shrugs and continues painting the name 'Kelly' on the side of his boat. "Had worse things on it."
Abby sets her book down and reaches for the turpentine and a clean rag. "Yeah, but now I get an excuse to clean you up."
He sets down his brush as she approaches. "That so?"
"Yup." Abby tilts his head to one side and rubs at the streak of black paint with the turpentine-soaked rag. A second later, she throws the cloth back toward the workbench. "There."
"Enjoy yourself?" he asks, lips curving up just a little.
"Not as much as I will later on, when I drag you to the shower to wash off the turpentine." Abby retreats back to her seat, picking up her book again and looking mischievously over the top of it at him.
Gibbs resumes his painting, intrigued by the offer. "Yeah? How much later are we talking, Abbs?"
"That's between you and your boat, Special Agent Gibbs." She crosses her legs, leans back in her chair and exaggerates her focus on her book.
Shaking his head, he puts the finishing touches to the letter 'E', but the images she's painted in his mind won't leave him. Screw it.
He puts the lid back on his can of paint, then pulls the book from Abby's hands. She looks up at him with affected confusion, and he pulls her to her feet and into his arms, startling a giggle from her. "Gibbs!"
"What do you got for me?" He follows the question with a light kiss of her lips.
Abby takes his hand and pulls him toward the stairs. "Come right this way…"
END.