A/N: I have always wanted to finish this fic, and it seems that it is finally happening. I was going to make this a BDSM fic but I already have one NCIS BDSM fic and a TVD one, so I decided not to venture into the BDSM realm with this one. I haven't watched NCIS is quite some time so Abby and Gibbs will most likely be OOC. Thank you for those who have reviewed over the two years, hope you all enjoy.


She drove to his house, parked her car in the driveway, and nervously got out. She fidgeted in the doorway, trying to calm her nerves down. Taking a deep breath, she walked in and decided to lock the door behind her. If things went the way she wanted them to, it would be better if no one bothered them.

Placing her coat and purse on the table by the door, she walked towards the basement. Abby knew that Gibbs had heard her come in; she wasn't the quietest person and her platform boots didn't help. Walked down the stairs, the dark haired Goth stopped, watching Gibbs sand his boat. Those jeans and that hoodie that she loved so much, her mouth began to water as her mind started racing, she just wanted to jump him right then and there.

She wanted him to take her roughly in every single position, fuck her in the bed or bench she didn't care, all Abby wanted was to feel him inside her as he took control.

The forensic scientist had been so lost in her dirty thoughts, she didn't notice that Gibbs had stopped sanding the boat, blue gaze pinned on her as he waited for her to say something. Of course, ever the special agent and ex-marine, he noticed the way she squeezed her thighs together, the way the pleaded skirt ghosted around her creamy thighs and how the tight black t-shirt framed her large chest.

"Abs?" His voice Griffey than he had expected, which caused him to turn back to the work table the beginning piece of his new boat sat on. Gibbs had an inkling as to /why/ Abby was in his basement, or maybe it was his hope that was talking, maybe she just wanted to talk.

His voice pulled her out of her thoughts, causing her to blink, teeth sinking into her bottom lip as a faint blush crept onto her pale cheeks. Damn it, he'd caught her fantasizing. As she clomped towards him on her platform boots, she hoped that he wouldn't be able to smell her arousal in the confinements of the basement.

"Gibbs... about earlier this week..." Abby fidgeted nervously next to him, she'd messages Tony about her little situation, telling him it had been someone he didn't know and thankfully he hadn't pressured her on more information. But he had told her that it was best to address the issue and not wait, he knew all too well what it was like to end up not getting the girl.

So that's what she was doing, addressing the issue.

Gibbs glanced at her, giving her a small nod for her to continue as he kept sanding what would be the rib of the boat.

"Well... I mentioned how your look is intimidating and how I'd want you to give me that look... not wanting a confession from me..." She paused yet again, not knowing where to go with this.

"Gibbs I want you. You seem like the dominating type and the cuffs and collars I wear are not only for looks, they serve a function, ya know." By this point, Gibbs had stopped sanding the wood and had turned to look at Abby.

"So what you're saying is you want me to be your Dom?" The words sounded strange to him rolling off of his tongue, he felt like he was in a dream, except he knew he wasn't. This was very real.

All Abby could do was nod, her pigtails bouncing with the movement.

Before she knew what was happening, she felt Gibbs lips on jets, his large calloused hands cupping her face as he claimed her lips. There was nothing sweet or gentle about the kiss, he was taking more than he was giving and it had her whimpering into his mouth.

"You sure about that?" Gibbs breathed out as he pulled back, his blue gaze locked onto hers. He knew that she could handle herself, she's proven that again and again, but he still wanted to be sure /this/ was what she wanted.

"Yes... please." The words were out of her mouth quicker than her brain could process what he had said, but her whole body was screaming for him, for /this/. It had been slowly boiling between them for years, now it was /finally/ boiling over.

"Abigail." Her name was a low guff sound, a sound he knew she liked if the small shiver was any indication. Kissing her once more, he maneuvered them so she was pinned between him and the work table. Oh the things he wanted to do to her. He wanted to hear her scream for him over and over.

Abby was getting impatient; she need him now. Her hands wandered down to the front of his jeans and she made quick work of the button and zipper before her hands moved under that red hoodie of his.

"Jethro." She moaned against his lips before pulling back, the need for air getting to be too much. "Please." Pouting at him, she giggled as he groaned and turned her around. Bracing her hands on the table, she wiggled her bum which was hidden under her black pleaded skirt.

Pulling off the red hoodie, she let his jean ride low on his hips as he took a small step to one side. A large hand was placed on Abby's lower back, a signal that he wanted her to lay on the table. The three or four-inch platform boots she was wearing added to her height but also made her ass stick out in the air even more. He certainly liked those boots now. Lifting the back of her skirt, he tucked it into the black studded belt she wore and was not surprised to find that she hadn't worn panties.

"No underwear Abby-girl?" He asked, keeping her still with his hand.

Abby moaned and turned her head to look up at him. "No, sir. I was much too turned on when I left my apartment to be able to wear them."

Gibbs hummed softly, before his free hand moved to caress her pale ass. The sounds Abby was making were going straight to his groin, and the fun part hadn't even begun. He caressed her cheeks, his fingers teasing her wet folds every now and then which had her whimpering and wiggling her behind even more. Without warning he removed his hand only to bring it down against her skin. The sound filling the silent basement.

Abby moaned out as Gibbs slapped her ass, a whimper following as she tried to push her ass back for more. "Gibbs."

"Spread your legs wider Abigail." Giving her a bit more room, he waited till her legs were spread to where he liked before bringing his hand down over and over on each cheek. Her pale skin started taking a faint pale pink hue to it, her body trembling as she withered on the table.

On the sixth stroke, Gibbs moved his hand between her legs and started slapping her dripped wet core. Which only made Abby moan louder and buck widely. Alternating between tugging at her clit piercing and roughly slapping her bare mound, he kept an eye on her breathing, knowing she would be coming soon.

As Gibbs moved his hand between her legs, she fought the urge to close her legs, this was such a good feeling, he could read her body so well; it was like he was meant to dominate her. The tugging of her piercing and slapping was getting to be too much, her body was trembling and she knew she was dripping wet. Panting and gasping, she bit down on her bottom lip, her eyes shut tight.

"Gibbs!" His name was a whine coming from her lips before she let out a keen sound and came, juices gushing out of her and onto his hand and the floor. Even through her orgasms, he kept slapping her core, sending her into another squirting fest.

Abby moaned and keened as she kept squirting, her body jolting forward before her arms she lay limply on the wooden surface on the table. A content sigh emitted from her as Gibbs placed a soft kiss to her spiderweb tattoo.

"I'm not done with you Abby-girl. Let's go upstairs. We have three days to ourselves." Putting her skirt back into place, he helped her up onto her feet and removed a few pieces of saw dust form her pigtails before leading her up the stairs and towards the bedroom. This was going to be by far the best three days off work they both had ever had.