"Oooh, what are you gonna do? Kiss me senseless again then leave?"
"Yes."
And he did…unlike the first kiss they had shared; this one was intentional. For a few moments, Abby felt as if she knew what heaven was suppose to feel like. His lips were strong but gentle; forceful but not demanding. In short, it was the best kiss she had ever experienced. Though, she was usually not one to be completely submissive; Abby couldn't help but feel as though he had complete power over her at that moment.
He felt her gasp then attempt to deepen the kiss. Her lips were soft, warm, and supple. She teased him by lightly pressing her breasts into his chest. Her hands ran through his silver hair, alternating between bring him closer to her body and just enjoying the sensation. This was what he had been dreaming about, though this was also what he had been terrified of. Remembering that fear, he gently pulled away from the kiss.
It was Déjà vu for Abby. Once again she was too into the kiss to notice his hesitation; so when he pulled back, her body went with his. It took a few moments to realize he wasn't touching her anymore; opening her eyes, she tried to refocus them on the man in front of her.
Gibbs stared at her and thought, "God she is beautiful." She was breathless and he watched as she floated back into reality. Her breasts were heaving and her lips were already swollen from their kiss.
"Gibbs—"
"Abby, I…it's only this hard with you, Abs."
"Well, I guess I should take that as a compliment."
"I meant this…talking about the—"
"Kissing?"
"Abby, more than anything else, I don't want to lose you. Ah, hell. I really did come here to talk."
"About what, the kissing?"
"Yeah. I wanted to tell you that I was sorry for what happened that night."
"Why, Gibbs? Why are you sorry? Obviously, you weren't repulsed by it if you just kissed me again. So why are you sorry about it?"
"God, is that what you thought? That I was repulsed by you…by the kiss?"
"Well, yeah. I mean I open my eyes and you were gone. You just left."
"Abby, I wasn't repulsed. I was…you deserve better."
"Better? Better than what? You? Gibbs, no one and nothing is better than you!"
"Abby--"
"And if you weren't repulsed by me, then why did you avoid me for three weeks?"
"I didn't know what to say. I was afraid I screwed things up between us and I…I didn't know what to say."
"God, Gibbs! You could have just said that! Do you really think I knew what to say? You aren't the only one here kissing their friend, coworker, and secret lust bunny."
"Lust bunny?"
"Well it was quicker and cuter than: unrequited love interest/my sexy-as-hell boss."
Laughing "Ok, Abs. So…"
"So what?"
"What do we do?"
"Well that depends."
"On what?"
"On what you want. I mean, do you want to pretend the two kisses didn't happen?"
"Do you?"
"Not fair, Gibbs. I asked you first."
"…"
"Gee, don't answer so quickly."
"No, Abby. Ok? No."
Abby watched as Gibbs started pacing her living room. It wasn't like him to get so worked up, or let anything bother him to this point. It was kinda amusing to her that she was able to do what others couldn't. She had met his two ex-wives and of course, Col. Mann; yet she never had seen him get this upset over anything they did. Well, ok that time with the nine iron golf club to the head almost got him to this point.
"Gibbs, you're making me dizzy. Sit down. Do you want a glass of wine? I also have some bourbon."
"You don't drink bourbon, Abs."
"You do, though. And I've come to acquire the taste."
"Sure, a glass would be great."
After pouring them both a glass, she returned with a slightly smile on her face.
"I don't understand why you're so…what exactly are you feeling, Gibbs?"
"You know I'm not one to talk about my feelings."
"I know, but it's me. So…"
"Do you remember when I was in that explosion?"
"God, how could I forget."
"Yeah, well, when I woke up and couldn't remember who Ducky was…"
"Yeah, you had amnesia. You couldn't remember the 15 years in between…your time in Iraq and then. What about it?"
"Well, I lied, Abby. I did remember some things. Or rather some people."
"Director Shepard told me once you remembered her. Though not her, her, you just remembered some part of your past with her."
"No…I mean, yes…but I meant that I remembered you, Abby."
"Me? But how, Gibbs? You couldn't remember even Ducky, and you knew him for longer. So then how—"
"I don't know. All I know is I remembered you…not your name, exactly, but you. I remembered what it felt like to kiss your cheek. I remembered your amazing smile. I remembered that you love black roses and Caf!Pows. I remembered every damn short skirt, every collar, every visible tattoo. I can't explain it, I just could."
He risked looking at her, and was surprised to see tears in her eyes.
"They say that amnesic patients are more likely to remember things and people that have the most emotion connected to them. You never told me."
"Well, I'm telling you now. And then when Ziva came to visit me and I remembered everything else…I could finally attach your name to the memories. When I left…did you ever wonder why you were the only one I gave my number to? Hell, I didn't even speak to Ducky those four months."
"I know, he told me he felt a little jealousy over that fact. And that's how Ziva got a hold of you when she was wanted by the FBI. I gave her the number."
"The first thing she said to me was to not be mad at you because she had forced you to give her the number. I didn't tell her it was almost impossible for me to be mad at you. What I'm trying to say, Abby, is that you mean so much more to me than--"
"Your ex-wives? (ha ha)."
"Well, yeah. But then again, DiNozzo does too. And if you ever tell him I said that—"
"My lips are sealed. But I understand what you're saying. So where does that leave us?"
"I don't know."
Abby found that she was at a loss for words. Not often did Gibbs mention, not only his feelings, but that he didn't know what to do. It really touched…and scared…her. She knew what his hesitation was; and that it was mostly due to rule 12. However, this was also a fear for her. They were gambling with not only their lives, but that of their friends and careers.
"Abs, I should—"
"Go, you should go. You look tired, Gibbs. And I'm in need of some serious rest myself."
"But…we're ok?"
"Yeah, Gibbs. We're ok."
