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The door was, for once, locked securely behind them. Gibbs leaned against it, watching her as she shrugged out of her coat and hung it on the banister.
He waited for the awkwardness to set in, for an embarrassing, uncomfortable pause.
It didn't happen.
Abby turned back to face him, a pretty pink colour in her cheeks, her green eyes luminous and her richly painted red lips curved upwards in an almost shy smile.
"Twenty-four hours starts now," she murmured, glancing down at the watch on her wrist. "You going to stand there and stare at me all night because, I've gotta tell you, Gibbs, that's not what I had in mind."
"Really?" Conscious of time ticking away, knowing he only had until 11.15pm on Saturday night, Gibbs took a slow step forward, holding her gaze the entire time. He grasped the hand she held out to him and used it to pull her closer, winding his arms around her waist. It felt natural, right, to be holding her so close, so intimately. "What were you thinking?" He asked quietly.
"If I need to tell you, we may have a problem." She wound her own arms around his neck, her fingernails lightly grazing his nape. Tilting her face, her lips brushed against his lightly, almost timidly, before she drew back. "Getting any ideas...?"
The grin that curled his lips was immediate. "One or two."
He kissed her before she could question those ideas, thankfully, mercifully putting all conversation on hold. His hands moved up to tangle themselves in her hair, holding her steady as his tongue swept over her lips, between them, his mouth moving against hers without hesitation, taking what he wanted.
When he pulled away, her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen and her eyes were dazed. Gibbs looked at her, feeling an almost smug satisfaction at her reaction to him. He freed his hands from her hair, dropping them to her shoulders, massaging the tense muscles there for a moment before running his fingers down her arms, tangling them with her own.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked her quietly, his eyes searching hers for a glimmer of doubt, any hint of hesitation. "It's not too late..."
Abby rose on her toes, silencing him with a shorter, sweeter kiss of her own. "It was too late for me the minute you walked into my lab."
Whether she was speaking about the moment she turned and found him in her lab not more than a few hours ago or the first time he ever did so on her first day at the then-Director's beckoning, Gibbs wasn't sure.
Neither was she.
Squeezing her fingers, he dropped one hand only to lead her by the other up the stairs and into his room.
He drew her against him as the door to his room closed behind them and she went willingly, returning the kiss he gave with all of the longing and lust she'd been holding back.
Her fingers trailed down his chest through his shirt before rising to push the top button from its hole, repeating the gesture until his shirt hung open underneath his jacket. She ran her hands over his chest, fingertips lightly tracing the scars they came across. She circled his nipples with her fingernails, smiling when he pulled away from their kiss to catch his breath when one hand dropped lower.
She held his gaze as she caressed him through the thin material of his pants, up until he closed his eyes and let out a soft groan. Her hand undid the button and fly of his pants but he stopped her before it could slip inside to touch him, skin on skin.
"You don't get to have all of the fun, Abby." He backed her slowly towards the bed, grinning when her legs hit the mattress. He leaned down to wrap an arm around her waist, the other behind her knees. He lifted her, kissed her softly, and then dropped her on the centre of the bed.
Leaving his undone pants on, he shrugged out of his shirt and suit jacket before lowering himself down on top of her, pressing a kiss to the skin of her neck above the collar of her shirt. Covering her body completely, supporting his weight with his hands and knees, he trailed a line of kisses from her neck, along the slender line of her throat before his mouth covered hers, his kiss hard and demanding.
Pulling away after a short while, Gibbs grinned at the sight of her flushed cheeks and unfocused eyes, thinking to himself that it was a good look for her. He sat up, straddling her hips, and got to work on unbuttoning her shirt.
She lay perfectly still, her hair fanning out across his pillows. She watched him intently, her breath catching in her throat when he lifted her gently to strip her of the shirt, her heated skin reacting as it was bared to the cool air. She lowered her gaze as he studied her, feeling suddenly shy. When his hands moved to trace the black lace trim of her bra, his fingertips trailing over the tops of her breasts, Abby held her breath, biting her lip as he moved his hand to the clasp at the front.
He was gentle as he removed the offending material, his eyes fixed on her as though he didn't want to miss a thing. Only when she was bared to his gaze and he'd taken his fill did he look up, using a finger beneath her chin to tilt her face upwards, forcing her to look at him.
He leaned down until his lips were a hairsbreadth away from hers. "You're beautiful, Abby," he murmured, kissing her gently as if in confirmation. "You're absolutely beautiful." He tore his mouth from hers to kiss his way down her throat, over her breast bone.
He cupped her breasts in his hands, fingers moulding themselves around her, touching, exploring. His thumbs circled her nipples, rolled them into stiffened peaks. His mouth reached one breast and he took his time in tasting her, licking and sucking until she cried out and writhed beneath him, her body arching instinctively into his. Grinning against her flesh, he transferred his attention to the other breast, repeating the gentle torture, stopping only when her hands tangled in his hair and drew his head back up to hers for a hot, open-mouthed kiss.
Her hands moved to his hips as he gave in to her demands to kiss her harder, both attempting to take control of the kiss. She pushed his pants down, nimble fingers sliding his boxer shorts down with them, lifting her legs to finish the job with her feet.
Gibbs smiled against her mouth, his arms sliding around her to clutch her to him before he rolled them over, settling on his back against the mattress. Still kissing her, he ran his hands over her bare back, his fingers drawing circles over her skin before they encountered the barrier of her clothes. Running over the waistband of her skirt, he quickly located the zipper at the back and deftly lowered it.
It was Abby's turn to sit up, straddling his waist. She smiled down at him, her nerves vanishing as she looked into his eyes and saw the man she'd known and loved from afar for over ten years. She felt his hands at her hips, pushing at the remaining barriers between their bodies and pushed herself up so he could help her remove them.
She leaned down to kiss him, drawing him up with her when she straightened. Gibbs shuffled back to rest against the headboard, his hands on her hips as she followed. His hands moved to the small of her back as she leaned in to kiss him again, her hips rocking teasingly against his.
She broke away, resting her forehead against his as she breathed in deeply. She shifted her hips until she could feel him, hot and hard against her. Tilting her head, she met his gaze and held it as she lowered herself onto him, taking him inside her with a soft sigh.
He ran his hands up her legs, dropping his head to her shoulder. He bit her shoulder gently before lathing it with his tongue, kissing his way to the cobweb tattoo on her neck as she began to rock against him again. He kissed along the thin black lines, kissed his way up her neck to her lips.
He arched his hips up as she pressed hers down and they rocked together in earnest. He slid a hand between them, finding her clit and pressing down hard, loving the sound she made when he did. He kissed her hungrily, their actions becoming more and more desperate, more urgent. His heels dug into the mattress as she ground her hips against him, her eyes closed in an expression of pained pleasure he knew would stay with him for a long time to come.
He felt her body quiver, felt her muscles begin to tighten around him and moved his thumb over her clit once more, and again, pushing up into her, their bodies slick with sweat.
She arched against him suddenly, her body tensing. She murmured his name as her orgasm struck, a whisper of a Southern drawl creeping into her voice. The feel of her body contracting around him brought on his own climax and he muffled his low groan against her shoulder.
For several moments, the room was silent but for the sound of their heavy breathing as they slowly regained their senses.
Gibbs reacted first, lifting a hand to stroke her damp hair back from her face. He trailed his fingers over her cheek before cupping her face, holding her steady as he leaned in to kiss her sweetly.
They exchanged sleepy, satisfied smiles before Abby moved off him, curling up against his side as he pulled the blankets out from under them and dragged them up over their cooling bodies.
Reluctant to sleep and waste a single second of their time together, Gibbs watched her as she dozed lightly beside him, committing everything about her to memory.
