Ink

Rating: T
Pairing: Abby/Gibbs
Category: Friendship/Romance
Summary: Written for the Gabby Shipper Forum Hiatus Creative Drive and the prompt 'Ink'.

She really, really needed to head for a cold shower… and soon, or she'd embarrass herself.

It wasn't often Abby stayed to watch a team training session in the gym.

Seeing Gibbs' sexy ass on display in sweatpants or shorts, instead of covered by jackets, was usually just too much for her self control. Watching the Alpha male fight or work out was guaranteed to end with her dashing to the restroom to ease the itch he'd started… imagining her fingers were his fingers… his mouth… his cock.

But this time Abby had given in to temptation and was now half regretting it.

Gibbs' team began arriving just as she finished her own sparring session with a punch bag, and she'd stayed, immediately fascinated. His Marine training meant he usually wiped the floor with Tony and Tim in any fight, despite both men being younger. But watching him spar with Ziva on a more even keel was oh so hot on a whole other level.

Ziva's speed and agility made a good contrast to Gibbs' superior weight and height. And if she hadn't, of necessity, been pulling her punches and using non-lethal force, the Mossad trained assassin may well have been able to beat the Marine more often.

Ziva was all feline grace, nimble on her feet and with lightning fast reflexes whereas Gibbs was all contained power and solid strength, with a forceful elegance to his fighting style that was just riveting… and did she mention hot?

Today, Ziva had the upper hand in the first half of their bout, scoring repeated blows which drove Gibbs back before he feinted a fall back and then counter-attacked... fast. They were both breathing heavily but judging from the slight smiles they wore as they circled each other, the two agents were enjoying themselves.

It was an intriguing contest, and Abby could sense both Tony and Tim being distracted from their own session to observe Gibbs and Ziva. After seeing the pair circle and clash repeatedly, Abby was far too turned on for comfort, pressing her legs together in an attempt to get some relief to the pulse of arousal beating between her thighs.

Not for the first time, Abby wondered what those strong rough hands would feel like on her body.

If Abby thought she'd have been able to control herself, she'd have asked Gibbs long ago to improve her self defence skills, instead of turning to Ziva for help. Although Abby found that equally sexy and hot, at least she wasn't in love with Ziva.

But the prospect of being in close proximity to Gibbs, his breath in her ear as he gave instructions in that gravelly voice, being literally hands-on with that hard body, and possibly… no, probably being pinned to the mat by his welcome weight… there was no way she'd have been able to rein herself in. She felt like whimpering now just thinking about it.

Speaking of which, she had to get out of here before her ogling of Gibbs' many attributes became too apparent or she started drooling on the floor… whichever came first.

But before she could leave, she was distracted yet again. She watched Ziva throw Gibbs and as he landed, the arm of his T-shirt was pushed up to reveal… whoa, was that a tat?

Before she could be sure, he'd rolled to his feet in one smooth motion and moved back into the attack. This time Gibbs had Ziva off balance and pinned to the mat before she could regroup.

Now it was her curiosity that stopped her leaving. The bout came to an end and the rest of the team headed for the showers, leaving Gibbs and Abby alone in the gym.

Against her better judgement, Abby sauntered towards him. Gibbs was breathing heavily from the workout as he towel dried his face and hair. He watched her intently, eyes sweeping over her own outfit of shorts and T-shirt as she approached. His voice sounded huskier than normal as he asked, "Enjoy the show, Abbs?"

She thought he hadn't spotted her standing off to the side but of course Gibbs noticed everything. Something in his expression encouraged her to tease a little.

"Very much," she replied, giving him an appreciative once-over before raising her eyes to meet his amused gaze. "You been holdin' out on me, Gibbs?"

He quirked an eyebrow at her, looping the towel round his neck, intense blue gaze curious, "What d'ya mean?"

She smiled and pointed to his left arm, "Didn't know you had a tat."

He shrugged, returning her smile, "Most grunts do."

Stepping nearer, Abby slid the material of his T-shirt slowly up his arm to reveal the USMC insignia tattooed on his left upper arm… his well-muscled upper arm, she thought as her throat went dry at being this close to him. Like an electric charge, she could feel the tension rising around her.

"Very nice work," she murmured, studying the design intently. It wasn't a large tattoo, but very detailed and intricate. She traced the outline with a shaky finger, barely touching his heated skin, and heard as well as felt his breath hitch in the quiet of the room.

She was so close she heard Gibbs swallow hard before he replied, and felt a certain amount of satisfaction that she wasn't the only one being affected by this, "Got it soon after I joined."

When she looked up and locked gazes with him, Abby was startled at the level of lust in his eyes. She was certain that the same expression of longing must be visible on her own face. For years, she'd caught glimpses and hints of how Gibbs might feel about her, but he was always too good at hiding it quickly. This was the first time she'd seen it in his eyes, clear and unmistakable.

She felt a shiver go down her spine as she contemplated her choices.

The safest thing would be to back away and not risk their friendship. The riskiest and possibly the bravest thing to do would be to step over that line and see how far he'd let her go.

Oh well, here goes nothing… or possibly everything.

She smiled what she hoped was her best seductive smile, and stepped closer still, lowering her voice. "Got any more ink, Marine?"

"Maybe." A spark of amusement joined the desire in his blue eyes, and her pulse began to pound in anticipation.

"Gonna show it to me?" She was so close she could almost feel his breath on her hair as she looked up at him, and her hand toyed with the edge of the towel round his neck.

"Maybe." His voice was a low growl and he reached up to gently tilt her head to one side. "Gonna show me the rest of yours?" Before Abby could reply, he'd begun tracing a finger softly over the lines of her spider web tattoo and she was hit by a surge of arousal so strong she felt herself swaying towards him.

She cleared her throat and licked her lips in an attempt to regain her voice, seeing his gaze flick down to her mouth. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

His slow, lazy grin caused her insides to flip and he leaned in close to her ear, nuzzling her cheek slowly. It was such a simple gesture that was both sensuous and intimate and she found herself holding her breath for what he'd do next. When it came his deep voice nearly made her knees buckle. "Deal."

Approaching voices broke the moment and Gibbs backed off, leaving her dazed, but not before signing Later as he turned and left.

Hours later, clinging together and entwined in his sheets, sweaty and completely sated, Abby could declare with absolute certainty that Gibbs only had one more tattoo. Whereas he'd taken a really, really thorough and lingering inventory of every one of her 13 tats, driving her half out of her mind in the process.

Sprawled on top of him in a boneless heap, she felt him press gentle kisses to her head, nuzzling his nose into her hair. In contrast to his earlier demanding caresses, his calloused hands now ran gently over the cross on her back, mirroring the path taken by his mouth and tongue.

By the time he'd discovered all her other tattoos, she'd been trembling and squirming underneath him, almost begging for her release.

Head resting on his shoulder, she curled her hand around his other very cool tat, resolving to ask him about how he'd got it later, when she could once again form a coherent sentence. Following the route her tongue had licked earlier over the tattoo on his right upper arm, she traced the outline gently... the Chinese symbols for Semper Fi.

The end.