First of all – Rating changed to M – if Gibbs and Abby lovin' isn't your style, come back for chapter 40.

Second – I should've made it clearer that when Abby went up to bed, she went to her own room, not his.

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Gibbs carried her across the hall to his bedroom and set her on her feet besides the bed. He wasted no time in cupping her face and bringing his lips to hers.

Abby gripped his forearms as he trailed kisses along her jaw. "Not… not that I… I don't want… this, but I thought you needed… needed time."

"I don't want to waste anymore time." His voice was warm against her ear. "We've both been waiting long enough." Before Gibbs could even finish, Abby was pulling his shirt from his pants, the material balled in her fists as she worked it up over his head. "Eager, Abby?"

Abby looked at him through the dark and made sure he understood her mental command to 'shut up'. She was busy running her hands along his shoulders and then down his chest, teasing her fingers through his chest hair. She touched his collar bone, dragging her fingers across before leaning in to trace the same pattern her fingers made with her lips. Stepping back half a step, Abby let her fingers fall to map out his stomach, her light touch causing him to shiver. She grinned as her fingers moved to his belt.

As she worked the leather through the loop, Gibbs stopped her. "Why am I the only one losing clothes here?"

Abby huffed and gave a childish pout before pulling Gibbs well-worn cotton tee up and over her head. "Better?"

Gibbs captured her lips with his and then drew back enough to say 'no'. With a quick yank on the draw strings of her shorts, they slid easily down her legs, leaving her in a skimpy piece of lace. Gibbs snapped the waist band playfully. "You won't need these either."

Abby pulled back and narrowed her eyes at Gibbs noting that he was still mostly dressed. "Now that's not fair." She slid them down anyway and moved over to the bed and lay back as Gibbs was quick with his belt and jeans. She watched as she stepped free from the denim, admiring his legs. She hadn't ever really thought of his legs before, but mentally she added his legs to the ever growing list of everything she adored about him.

Gibbs crawled on to the bed and straddled Abby's hips, keeping most of his weight on his knees. He smiled down at Abby before leaning in to kiss her. As she had originally expected, his kiss was demanding. He wasn't willing to hand over control until he had mapped out her mouth. Abby relished his control; it was so much more 'the Gibbs she knew' compared to his hesitant kisses from before.

Gibbs trailed down along her neck and out along her collarbone, nipping at her skin and then soothing away the slight pain with his tongue, spurred on by Abby's short gasps and soft moans.

Abby arched against him, her fingers digging into the bare skin of his back with each nip.

He moved his head down her chest, never moving more than an inch without kissing her pale skin.

Dragging her fingers up to the back of his neck and up into his hair, Abby was lost in the sensation of his mouth at her breasts, in the flick of his tongue as he teased one nipple and then the other, to a peak. She didn't notice his hand skimming her side. She barely felt his thumb trace a small circle over her hip bone, so it came as a surprise when a finger slid across her opening.

"Oh God…"

Gibbs chuckled, "nope, just me" and moved up to claim her lips again. As he kissed her, he dipped two fingers insides and was rewarded a groan against his mouth. He moved to kiss the red marks that were slowly appearing along her neck and collarbone, he hadn't meant to mark her, but he liked seeing that he had claimed her as his; it was a reminder to himself that they were together.

Abby buried her face against his neck and whimpered as his thumb found home on her clit. Gibbs twisted his fingers inside, and smiled when she tightened around him.

"Oh, God, right there…. Gibbs…"

His fingers twisted and curled as he teased her towards the edge. He could feel her nearing her climax, so he kissed her and then pulled his face back to watch her. Her eyes were closed as she writhed in pleasure. Her soft moans became more erratic and he could feel her tremble.

"Gibbs… I…" Abby couldn't finish.

Gibbs brushed the hair out of her face and kissed her forehead as she rode out the last of her orgasm. He withdrew his fingers, sucking them clean while Abby lay regulating her breathing. Eventually Abby opened her eyes and smiled up at him. Gibbs returned the smile and touched his lips to the tip of her nose.

Pushing him over to lay on his back, Abby delighted in the sight of his tented boxers. Gibbs could see where she was headed, but Gibbs wasn't as young as he used to be, he wasn't ready to end it with a blowjob.

Abby had his boxers down quickly, but before she could do anything, Gibbs had her back on her back, and was reaching towards the bedside table for a condom.

Abby slapped his hand away. "We don't need one." She laughed at the curious look her gave her.

"I hope that isn't something you say often."

"I haven't been…" Abby swallowed hard, slightly distracted as she felt him nudging at her entrance. "…with anyone for quite awhile. I'm clean and on the pill. So unless Hollis gave you something…"

"Brat." Her smartass comment was met with a sharp slap to the thigh. "You sure?"

"Yes." Abby propped herself up on her elbows to kiss him. She nudged him back onto his back and straddled him. He gripped her hips as she slowly lowered herself over him. She sat still for a moment, enjoying the feeling before she began to rock her hips back and forth.

Lacing her fingers with his, Abby braced herself against his palms as she began to move.

Gibbs groaned at the feeling of her clenching around him. He allowed her to set the pace when all he wanted to was to flip her over and take charge. Abby planted her hands firmly on his chest and angled her hips to grind down.

Abby knew that giving up control wasn't something Gibbs was good at, and as much as she was lost in her own pleasure, she could tell by the way his fingers kept tightening, digging into her hips, that he was itching to take control.

"Abby…" Her name came out in a growl – he couldn't help himself, he had to flip her over.

Abby laughed as he put her on her back. "Control freak," she teased.

"Tease." He countered before settling between her legs.

"Only for you, Gibbs." Abby wrapped her legs around his waist urging him on, and groaned as he pushed back inside.

"Mine." He leaned forward to kiss her, muffling his own groans. Abby nipped at his lower lip, giving it a slight tug with her teeth as he thrust into her over and over again.

"Yours." Her fingers scratched across his back, leaving her own marks of ownership. The muscles of his back danced under her hands as she fanned her fingers out over his skin.

"Abby," Gibbs pressed his forehead to hers. "So close…" He refused to finish before she did, so he reached between them to bring her tumbling over the edge with him.

Gibbs came in a flash of white-hot delight; only the strangled cry of his name had him aware of the fact that Abby had reached her release as well.

Gibbs collapsed on top of her, hoping he wasn't crushing her beneath his weight; he had no strength to move.

Abby trailed her fingers back and forth across his back and the sheen of sweat covering his skin. She drew one hand up and ran her fingers through his hair, dragging her fingernails along his scalp. Eventually Gibbs managed to roll off to lay beside her, clutching her hand in his.

As the cool air chilled them both, Gibbs pulled Abby to rest on his chest and then pulled the blankets up around them. Gibbs sighed as she snuggled against him, and traced lazy circles on her bare back. "You know Abbs, I've never shared this bed with anyone since Shannon, haven't wanted to until now."

Abby smiled, it was probably the most loving thing he could ever say to her. She wriggled up to nuzzle her nose against Gibbs' cheek. "I love you Gibbs. I really, really do."

"I love you too."

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TBC….

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