I have modified the sex scene to better comply with the ratings system. See my profile for a link to the higher rated version. Essential this is not actually a sex story, it's a pregnancy story. The two things just tend to go together. I've been married too long to have a sense of decency. Let me know if it is still to much.

Love Geek Style Chapter 1

Abby bounded into the bullpen as 5:30 pm hit.

"Yo, McGee," she called. "Did you drive today?"

"Yeah, why?" he answered concentrating on closing down his computer.

"Can you give me a lift home?"

He looked up suddenly, stared for a moment and then seemed to relax. "Yeah, sure."

"I leant my car to this bohemian guy I met at the tattoo parlour," she began. "He was doing this charity thing and his car broke down…"

"Abby," McGee shook his head. "You're too trusting. You'll never see that car again."

He looked across to Tony who was shaking his head in mild amusement.

"Yes, I will," she said cheerfully. "We go to the same church and besides, his sister once put my brother in hospital, so I feel we have a lot in common."

McGee stared at her with his mouth open. He could think of nothing to say that would make any difference to what she had done nor prevent it from ever happening again.

"Let's go," he said.

"Want to get a pizza on the way home?" Abby suggested as they headed for the elevator. "Oh and I've got this cool thing in my bedroom I want to show you."

Tony's head shot up as the elevator doors closed behind them.

"So Timothy," Abby began sidling up next to him on the couch and loosening his tie slowly. "Are you feeling frisky?"

"Ahhh, I could be persuaded to be frisky," he reasoned.

"Step right this way." And she lead him by the tie towards the bedroom.

"Oh, ah, could I just make a quick pit stop before we get started," his eyes darted nervously towards the bathroom.

She dropped the tie barely stifling a sigh. She had forgotten the rituals, almost like foreplay but in a sort of anal retentive way.

She waited for him at the bedroom doorway. "Oh, I forgot to show you this," she said excitedly flicking on the light; "isn't this just the coolest thing you've ever seen?"

McGee stopped dead in his tracks. The sight that greeted him was a huge black four poster canopy that hung over her coffin bed. He was silent for a perceptible length of time until he managed to come up with: "it's you, Abbs".

"Let's try it out," she said dragging him more forcefully by the tie. She left the light on, knowing he liked it that way.

"Have you got the tissues handy?" McGee asked searching in the drawer he knew she kept the lubricant.

"Right here," Abby replied with a tight smile holding a large box high in the air. She placed it on his side of the bed and sighed. She told herself all this was going to be worth the effort.

"Right," confirmed McGee checking the placement of everything obsessively.

Abby swooped on him suddenly. "Come here, Timothy," she growled whipping off his tie. She undid his buttons one by one slowly revealing his perfectly clean white singlet. She placed the shirt carefully on her dresser. He was so geeky and right now, geeky was turning her on. Together they struggled to remove the singlet and she dropped it on top of the shirt in a neat pile.

She paused to run her fingers down his sternum to his pants. Slowly she undid the belt, unzipped them and let the pants fall to the floor. McGee stepped out of his pants, bent over to pick them up, folded them twice and added them to his clothing tower on the dresser.

"Hmm," said Abby, "tighty-whitey day?" She could see him straining against the tight material.

"It was…ahh cold this morning," he stammered, his anatomical interest starting to wane visibly.

She placed her finger to his lips and whispered in his ear: "I find them hot". McGee resurrected in an instant.

He took off his shoes but not the socks. The socks ALWAYS stayed on. She was beginning to wonder if he actually had toes. Abby left him as he was: tighty-whiteys and socks. He liked to stay that way until she was undressed too.

Slowly she slid her top off to reveal a red and black lace bra and a multitude of artwork. Then she dropped her skirt and peeled off her panty hose slowly down to her ankles. She lay back on the bed and placed her legs in the air. He came forward and removed her shoes and pantyhose placing them in a neat pile with this own shoes.

She stood in front of him and they kissed. Gently at first as he fumbled for the bra clasp behind her back. He dropped the bra and started on her pants. She pulled on his but they were tighter than she thought and he had to help her get them off. Then he cupped her breasts and massaged them gently.

She could feel him hard and hot against her stomach. She knew how large he was but she had rarely actually seen it in the flesh. The moment he caught her looking it seemed to just shrivel so she just closed her eyes and kissed.

He lowered her gently onto the bed and kissed her all over. She enjoyed the gentle rasping of his stubble as it grazed along her flesh and she rubbed her hands through the soft downy hair at the back of his head.

"Oh Abby," he moaned returning to her mouth.

She stroked him gently up the length of his back and finished by gently tweaking his nipples until they hardened. He looked at her with wide eyes momentarily and returned to kissing her.

Slowly, she reached over and grabbed the lubricant. It honestly wasn't needed but it seemed to soothe his insecurities so she used it. When she was finished, she used one hand to gently guide him. He wasn't a particularly good shot and she didn't want to go through the process of him fussing around trying to find the right hole again.

Then he was in and she knew it was all worth it. She could hear from his pants that he was close, but holding back. Other than that, he made no noise. He liked to maintain a sense of self-control and restraint. He was always like that, eager to please and afraid to let himself go. She enjoyed the challenge. She bit him hard on the neck and McGee lost himself convulsing and whimpering quietly. She allowed herself a little peak at his face. That was what she wanted to see, the lower lip pout was gone and the upper lip was drawn back showing those big front teeth. The look he had when he had no control over his body, no neatly folded clothes, no last minute just in case bathroom visits, complete animal. Then she felt herself join him.

They lay panting side by side for a moment then McGee reached over and handed her some tissues. Next he got a second handful for himself and whipped everything down. Satisfied everything was reasonably clean and dry he relaxed next to Abby.

"I really needed that McGee," she gasped.

"Was it OK? Did I hurt you?" he started.

She looked at him and placed her entire hand over his mouth. "You were perfect," she said and kissed him firmly on the lips. For her own benefit, she turned off the light. She really wasn't a fan of full lights-on activity, but for this round, she was willing to compromise. Crawling back into bed, she rolled onto her side draping one arm and one leg over him. She remembered to pull the sheets up to cover them both. His modesty satisfied, she snuggled up to him placing her head on his shoulder, sighing contentedly.

He smiled and placed his head on hers nuzzling her hair. In moments he was gently snoring.

Abby lay in wait calculating her best moment. She listened predatorily as his breaths deepened and the snore widened encompassing both the inhale and the exhale accompanied by that little puff of air. His head weighed heavily on hers. Still she waited.

Then she felt the head lighten slightly, the snoring eased off and McGee made some little twitching movements. She made her move: carefully she glided her had down his front to his groin, testing the waters. "Getting there," she thought. All she needed now was a little patience. It wasn't long until he was primed and ready to go again. She smiled to herself. then reared up to plant herself on top of him, licking down the side of his face and nibbling on his earlobe the way she knew he liked. "No lubricant needed now, my boy," she laughed to herself. When he was half asleep, he didn't have time for geeky insecurities, he was a wild man.

Relaxing on top of him, she felt his wet, breathy kisses on her face, frantic at first and then fading off as he relaxed back into sleep. Abby slid off him and snuggled back next to him again, feeling a sincere sense of achievement.

She allowed herself to drift off to sleep. They both had work tomorrow. She knew when she woke, he would not be there. He would have snuck off sometime in the night to his own place, own bed, own toothbrush and clean set of clothes fresh for the morning. But for now, he was hers.