The first case Gibbs experienced with this "new" team was…well, at best, horrific. Not only did they loose evidence, they couldn't remember the names of the victims or the suspects. Gibbs had had enough. He would never admit it, but he missed Tony, McGee and Ziva. After finishing all of his agent's paperwork, he headed down to see his girl.
"Gibbs!"
She ran to him, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly…so tightly he forgot he needed air for a moment.
"Abbs!"
"Oh, sorry! How horrible was it today?"
"…"
"Ouch! That bad, huh? Well, if it helps, McGee is being terrorized down in the cyber crimes world. I got my first post card today from Tony! He's shipping out from his latest port stop in the morning, but wanted to let me know he was ok…."
"Abs…"
"What?"
She stopped rushing around—which she was doing in order to distance herself from the fact she had to tell him the news soon.
"I'm tired. You wanna come back home?"
A smile broke out on her face—the first true smile in weeks.
"Yes! But first…Here."
She pushed a small box, wrapped in black satin paper, into his hands, while biting her lower lip. Gibbs could tell she was nervous from the moment he stepped into her lab, but had no idea as to why.
"Abby…I'm the one who acted like an ass…what is this?"
"Open it."
He watched her body language, which told him she was hesitant and extremely agitated. He ripped open the paper (and box) only to see a stick.
"A…stick?"
"Gibbs! That's just not any stick! Come on—"
"Uh…"
Suddenly a memory assaulted his mind:
Honey, we're pregnant!
Are you sure?
Of course I am, Gunny. Oh, Jethro, I love you!
I love you too, Shannon.
He starred at the stick for a few moments before tearing his eyes away. He saw the tears waiting to drop from Abby's eyes at his possible disapproval.
"When?"
"Two days ago. I didn't even know until Ducky said something about that big investigation being over two months ago. Are you…mad?"
"Mad?"
He saw the confusion and hesitation in her eyes and he hated himself for putting it there. Dropping the box, he grabbed her—one hand behind her head and one at her waist—pulling her into a desperate kiss.
"I have…I have not been this happy since…"
"It's ok. I know."
"Abby, I love you."
"And I love you, Leroy Jethro Gibbs."
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Lips met lips. Hands met clothed skin, searching and needing further contact. Tongues lightly teased each other. Teeth nipped at lower lips. Fingers tore buttons. Gasps were heard from both as breathing hitched and peaked.
"Too long."
"Too damn long."
Metal hit the back of her thighs as hands reached to hoist her up. Her legs spread to accommodate her partner as his mouth latched on to her breast.
"Oh fuck. Yes!"
Her hands unzipped his trousers, grinning as she heard the thud when they reached the floor. She moaned loudly as his teeth scraped the side of her neck, outlining her tattoo.
"Need you."
He had planned to make her wait. To driver he crazy with desire; to make her beg. His control was lost as she grasped him in her cool hands, stroking him from base to tip. Her lips whispered her pleas against his chest.
"Please, Gibbs. Please take me."
Never one to deny her, he grabbed her thighs, tilting her up towards his body.
"Love you, Abs."
Thrusting in, he felt her nails bloody his back, which only served to spur him further into her. He bent down once again to tease her perk nipples with his mouth.
"God your breasts…I used to dream about them…"
"Yes! Oh---"
"All those damn tight shirts you wore drove me nearly insane. And your skirts—"
Abby was lost, between the words he spoke, the rhythm they created with their bodies, and his hands that were controlling her.
"Each time you bent over…each time I saw a your pale skin peek out from between your skirt and socks—"
"So close."
"I had to stop myself from taking you so many times. I imagined throwing you over my knees, spanking you for being a little tease. Or backing you up against your lab wall, pounding into you so hard you screamed. I even fantasized about bending you over my desk and---"
"Oh…my…god! Yes! Gibbs! Fuck!"
He felt her inner walls contract, pulling him while simultaneously holding him tighter. The shear feeling of her orgasm gave him satisfaction and caused him to speed up. He watched as her strength gave out and she fell back onto the table. She had obviously forgotten about the various test tubes and voodoo dolls which were housed on her desk. The new position gave Gibbs more leverage; cupping her ankles, he brought them up and onto the table.
"Uhh…oh wow."
Smiling, he slowed his pace, watching her facial expressions. Glancing down, at her nearly flat stomach, he felt his heart swell. The mere thought that their child was growing inside of her…it had been something he hadn't dared to believe--or even truly hope for.
"Jethro, please…I need—"
"What, Abs? Tell me."
"You. Oh god! You."
Her back arched up off the table as he pulled all the way out only to return, hitting her cervix. She felt his hands cup her breasts as she wrapped her long legs around his hips. Bringing her hands up, she brought his head down for a passionate kiss. She allowed him to disengage from the kiss long enough to recover oxygen.
"Abby…oh shit."
She knew he was close. His hips were pounding faster and jerkier as she took the opportunity to touch his skin. One hand traveled low, cupping his scrotum as the other one once again brought his head down to her mouth. Little did anyone else know, Gibbs loved it when Abby played slightly rough. Feeling him swell, she latched onto the side of his neck and bit down.
"God…yes! Oh…fuuuuuuccckkk. Abby!"
Moments later, she felt his hands attempt to re-buttoned her shirt.
"I think it's a lost cause, there Gunny."
"Sorry, Abs."
"Never, my silver-haired fox. Never be sorry for that."
They shared a smile between them—one that held unspoken promises and obvious devotion.
