Crumbling Resistance
Author: gosgirl
Rating: 15
Pairing: Abby/Gibbs
Category: Friendship/Romance
Spoilers: None
Summary: Written for the Gabby Shipper Forum Hiatus Creative Drive and the prompt 'Resistance.'
He'd spent years resisting her.
The pull of her emerald eyes, that seductive dazzling smile and delicate porcelain skin that he wanted to bury his face against. The raven hair that enticed him to thread his fingers through its silkiness. The lure of her mini skirts, the shapely length of her legs and the swaying of both her hips and pigtails all drew him in. The desire to touch evoked by the curve of her ass and swell of her breasts. The temptation of her husky Southern drawl and throaty laughter. The appeal of her sharp mind, her kindness and compassion. The recognition of a shared sense of humour and mischief.
Did she want him as much as he desired her?
Sometimes he thought she did, when the chemistry which drew them together became so sexually charged it was positively electric. Was she aware of the magnetic attraction he felt whenever he stepped too close? Did she sense the lust that regularly threatened to overwhelm him and when it would be so simple to reach out to her.
Did she crave his touch as much as he yearned for hers?
The longing he felt he could sometimes swear was mirrored in her eyes. When the memory of her face, her voice, her body kept him awake at night and helped tip him over the edge in his fantasies.
Did she wish there was something more between them, as he did?
He wanted her… no, he needed her.
Perhaps it was the way she understood him, accepted him for who he was.
Or the way she didn't pressure him, or want him to change.
She was the longest relationship of his life. The one constant in his life.
She was his life.
So, on the night of her pre-birthday dinner, he'd felt his resistance weakening as he gazed at her across their table, listening to her voice as her green eyes sparkled and a smile she seemed to reserve only for him lit up her beautiful face.
He'd controlled himself, though God only knows how, as he'd held her close when she persuaded him to dance, her perfume surrounding and teasing him.
Brick by brick, his resistance had started to fail as she took his hand on the way to his car but still he'd held back, clinging onto the wall he'd built over the years to keep himself from being hurt.
So, how come he was now pressing her up against her apartment door, tasting her, claiming her, hearing her moan and feeling her soft curves yielding under his hands, her body arching against his hardness?
What had caused him to finally crumble? Damned if he knew, but he should have known all along that resistance was ultimately futile.
The end.