"So she found out her husband had remarried and had a little girl? How awful!"
"Yeah, it was pretty sad watching her let him go. It also took a great amount of courage on her part."
"Yeah, but, Ziva…how horrible that she came all this way and waited all these years just to find he had given up on her. Didn't you say she claimed they were soul mates?"
"Yes, she did say that."
"Wow."
"What's wow?"
"Gibbs! Ziva was just telling me about Mrs. Zuri."
"Hmm…ready to go?"
"Yeah, give me a few minutes, ok?"
"Sure, I'll be upstairs."
"What was that about?"
"What was what about?"
"You…and Gibbs."
"Oh, he drove me to work today. My hearse got another flat last night."
"I see. You two are still not open about your relationship?"
"What do you…oh, hell. No. Don't say anything, ok?"
"Of course."
"Thanks, Ziva!"
Abby finished up shutting down her lab, grabbed her bag and started for the bullpen. She smiled when she saw Gibbs standing at the elevator doors, obviously waiting for her.
"Ready now?"
"Always, my silver haired fox."
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Upon arriving at her apartment, Abby made Gibbs stay in the living room while she ran back to her bedroom. Gibbs was slightly nervous since she had the same flirtatious glint in her eyes as she had their first night together. He heard her shuffling around some things…boxes, maybe, and decided to pour himself a drink while he waited. He was almost done with his first glass when he heard her call for him.
Abby had let the little episode of him throwing away her coffee cup upset her; although she wasn't quite sure why. Maybe it was because she had personalized it for him? In any aspect, she thought it would be a good time to break out her famous cuffs. Making him stay in the living room, she hurried back to her bedroom to change and set up for the evening.
Stripping down, she pulled out her newly purchased black leather corset. After pinning her hair up, she completed her outfit with a black thong, black garter belt, and black stockings. For her shoes, she put on her 6" cherry red stiletto heels. Moving her things around, she placed the silk ties at all four corners of her bed, grabbed a blindfold, and set her handcuffs on the side table. She dimmed the lights and placed several candles around in her spacious room, lighting each one as she went. Finally, when she was satisfied with the layout, she called for him.
"Gibbs?"
"Yeah, Abs."
"Turn around, ok? Don't look around at me."
"Abby, what--"
"Please??"
"Fine."
She couldn't be very stealthy, due to her heels, but she was glad he chose to follow her plea and had his back turned to her as she entered the kitchen.
"I knew you'd find something to do while I was busy…"
"What exactly were you doing, Abby?"
"You'll see…or rather, won't see."
"Wha—"
"Shh, trust me."
She brushed up against him, taking his drink and setting it down on the counter beside him. Next, she brought up the blindfold and tied it in place, making sure he couldn't see. She then twisted him around and slowly led him to her bedroom. She was actually surprised he wasn't complaining or questioning her throughout the process.
"I was wondering if I'd be paying for throwing away your gift earlier."
It was as if he read her mind and decided to explain why he was complying with her actions. She smiled as she push him so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed. Dropping down to her knees, she carefully removed each shoe, followed by his socks. She then ran her hands up his strong legs only to reach his hands at his belt.
"What are we playing at here, Abs?"
Shoving his hands away, she chose not to answer him; instead she made short work of his belt and zipper. Soon she was tugging his pants, as well as his boxers, down his muscular thighs. Seeing his obvious enjoyment, she couldn't help but moan in approval.
"Very nice, Gibbs."
She was glad to see he had removed his shirt while she had worked his pants off. Once regaining composure, she shoved him so that he lay in the middle of her bed.
"We can either do this the soft way, or the hard way…"
"I get to pick?"
"Are you sorry for throwing away the cup I gave you?"
"Nope."
"Hard it is, then."
Grabbing her handcuffs, she pulled his hands up and snapped them on before he had time to protest. She watched as he tested the strength of them, having been cuffed around her bed post. She then tied the silk ties to each of his wrists. Finishing, she yanked off his blindfold so that he could see her now.
Gibbs felt as if he could actually die from his heart stopping upon seeing her outfit. Her lily white skin contrasted very nicely with the darkness of her corset. He allowed his eyes to drift down, admiring the way her breasts were pushed up—similar to an offering to him—and flushed from her arousal. She stood up beside the bed, giving him time to take in the rest of her.
"If this is punishment, can I do something to piss you off every day?"
Her eyes lit up as she crawled back onto the bed. She made sure he watched every move she made, as she threw one leg over his thighs and positioned herself over top of him.
"Tell me something, my fox…"
"Oh god, anything…"
She leaned down on top of him, pressing her leather-clad breasts into his bare chest, as she whispered into his ear.
"How long have you fantasized about me tying you up?"
"Eight years, 23 days, and maybe ten minutes."
"The day we met?"
"Uh huh. You mentioned something about handcuffs in passing."
"What did you do when you got home? Did you have to relieve yourself?"
Abby began slowly moving her lower body in a circular motion, allowing herself to tease his growing member.
"Mmm, please…."
"Please what? What do you want, Gibbs?"
"You."
"Not good enough…do you want me here?"
Abby latched onto his neck, sucking and biting lightly as she marked him.
"Or here…"
She ran the tip of her tongue from her mark on his neck down to one of his nipples. She swirled her tongue around it, putting him in an uneasy comfort. The moment she felt him relax even slightly she bit into his skin—not too hard, but hard enough to make his body react by lifting from the bed.
"Oh fuck! Abby!"
"Are you sorry yet?"
"No."
"Hmm…well, I'll just have to work harder."
"Guess so."
Abby continued her "torture", alternating between licks, soft kisses, and hard bites along his body. By the time she reached the juncture of his thighs, he was literally writhing.
"Now?"
"Nu uh…"
Abby then used all of her previous knowledge and skill to drive him almost to the point of insanity; whenever she would notice that he was about to orgasm, she would pull back and wait. After about the tenth time, she surprised him by lifting up and sliding inch-by-inch down his hard on. They both groaned and hissed at the heat building between them. Abby became so lost in the sensations she barely registered Gibbs breaking her bed and freeing his hands from both the ties and the cuffs. In fact, she didn't notice it until his hands slid up to her breasts and then began to guide her movements as she rode him.
"Gibbs!!"
"Oh, yes! Right there…Abby!!"
They both allowed themselves to succumb to the sweet release they brought to each other. Thirty minutes later, Gibbs broke the silence.
"Ok, I'm sorry I threw away your cup…but if you made me one every week, I would do the same thing just to get to this point."
"I don't know whether that was a compliment or an insult."
"Definitely a compliment. I love you, Abs."
"I love you too, Gibbs."
