Smooth As Silk

A/N: Written for the Gabby Forum Hiatus Drive, for the prompt 'distraction.' Well, where else could my mind go but straight to the gutter?

Also, in a rash moment, I promised Gibbsredhoodie, With the Grain and Bamacrush a Gibbs wet shave... demanding wenches that they are! This is also a thank you for all the hand-holding and encouragement they've given me with Fathers' Day from the very beginning, and being patient enough to listen to my ramblings when I hit a snag. You rock, you hooligans!

Rated M

Watching Gibbs glare at his razor as if he could intimidate it into working, Abby's husky giggle caught his attention.

When he glanced over, Abby was standing there wrapped in nothing but a towel, a teasing smile curving her lips. "Don't tell me... it's deader than roadkill coz you forgot to put it on charge."

They were supposed to be leaving the house early in the morning for a trip on a friend's boat, hence the shared shower and early night they were about to indulge in... although the usual routine of their early nights didn't tend to involve too much sleep.

He smiled ruefully. "Yup... although in my defence, someone was distracting me this morning."

Gibbs let his eyes drift down to the mouth that had been the source of the distraction this morning when its owner had dropped to her knees in front of him in this very bathroom and proceeded to melt his brain out of his ears.

Abby cocked her head to one side as she considered, running her eyes over his half naked body appreciatively, fresh from the shower and with a towel wrapped low round his hips. "Well, you could plug it in now or..."

His characteristic half grin broke out as he crowded her against the counter, bending to kiss her, murmuring against her mouth. "Or... you could give me that shave you've been promising me."

"Mmm... yeah, I suppose I could force myself to do that, couldn't I?" She chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, feeling his hand dig into her hair as Gibbs nuzzled against her face.

"Sounds good," he commented, nibbling on her earlobe.

She looped her arms around his neck, feeling his hands curl round her hips to pull her snug against him, a shiver running down her spine at his nearness... all heat and muscle, and skin still glistening from his shower.

Pulling away reluctantly, Abby turned in his arms, leaning against the counter and trying to get her body's responses under control. He barely needed to do anything and she turned into a quivering pile of hormones.

The change in their relationship from friends to so much more was only a few months old, but her reactions to Gibbs hadn't lessened. If anything, they'd increased as he learned her hot spots and how to push her buttons... and where Gibbs was concerned, her body was a virtual keyboard.

"Okay... moving on... focus, Abigail. Razor, yup, that's what we need... and shaving cream." Clearing her throat and meeting his amused smirk in the mirror, Abby poked her tongue out at him... Gibbs knew exactly what he did to her.

Gibbs grinned before bending to rummage in the cupboard for the wet razor and shaving cream. When he found them, Gibbs waited till she'd run a basin of warm water, his eyes running across the flawless skin of her shoulders, the familiar tattoos moving under the light.

Abby looked round, interrupting his thoughts. "How we gonna do this? Am I going on tiptoe, or you gonna bend down, or sit down?"

Gibbs slid his hands round her front and turned her to face him. "Well, thought somethin' like this." At his words, he boosted her up to sit onto the counter and Abby laughed, clutching at his shoulders.

"Whoa... okay, that'll work I guess and in that case, you'd better stand... erm..." Abby trailed off, swallowing hard as Gibbs stepped closer, moving her legs gently apart to stand between them. "Yeah, that's... erm, good coz I can reach you if you, erm... stand right there."

Her knees were against the outside of his hips, and as his hands came to rest on her legs, Abby watched mesmerized as his long fingers slid under the edge of her towel to lightly squeeze her thighs. Abby felt a shiver run through her entire body at the press of his warm skin and fought to keep her mind clear.

Gibbs tugged at the towel wrapped round her, unwrapping her body slowly to his gaze, his voice a gravelly rasp. "Don't think we'll be needing this."

Gibbs let the towel fall back so Abby was still sitting on it, her bare back reflected in the bathroom mirror, giving him a clear view of the full expanse of the intricate cross tattoo and the curve of her ass.

Abby squirmed slightly as his eyes roamed slowly over her damp skin, which tingled as much from his gaze as the cooler air of the bathroom contrasting with her body heat.

As familiar as Gibbs was becoming with her body, it still didn't lessen his reaction to her beauty, and desire coiled through his belly as he hardened in response.

Gibbs ran a finger gently down one smooth cheek, along her jawline and onto her neck, trailing slowly over the spider web tattoo and onto the creamy skin of her shoulder. He sensed her breath hitch as his fingertip moved down her chest to circle one nipple, noting with satisfaction how it pebbled at his touch.

"So smooth," he whispered. Her skin was so soft, like silk and he was battling with not just giving in and pressing his face against its creamy surface and to hell with the shave.

Letting his finger dip into the valley of her cleavage and on up over the swell of her other breast, he teased the other nipple in the same way. Her chest heaving with ragged breaths, Abby gripped the edge of the counter tightly and Gibbs heard her soft moan, glancing up to see her eyes flutter close.

Abby felt dazed, her senses beginning to spin at the almost featherlike touch, wondering quite when she'd lost control of this seduction... if she ever had it. When did Gibbs ever give up control?

A fleeting thought crossed her mind that she was supposed to be shaving him, not letting him torture her with just one finger, but couldn't seem to connect her brain to her mouth long enough to form any coherent protest.

At this rate, she wasn't going to last very long if he continued... which he did.

That solitary finger drifted on down her stomach, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Abby leaned back on her arms, trying to spread her legs further, nerve endings on fire as she willed him to continue to where she ached for him to touch.

But he was just teasing her.

And that finger skirted across to her hip and down her leg, hovering as if he was being lured between her legs, before skimming down her inner thigh and skirting around her heat, no matter how much she whimpered his name and squirmed.

Strike that, she was going to last seconds at this rate.

When his finger eventually reached her foot and brushed softly against her toes and under the arch of her foot, making her giggle, it began a slow return journey. Abby opened her eyes, watching almost hypnotized as the finger lightly stroked up her body to reach her face, eventually coming to rest on her lips.

Abby kissed his fingertip, tongue flicking out to touch his skin and heard his quiet growl, raising her eyes to meet his amused gaze, a smug curve to his smile.

She laughed, reaching up to pull his head down into a kiss, whispering against his mouth, "Will you stop that, Gibbs... you've driving me crazy. I can barely think straight."

While he was absorbed in the kiss, Abby reached down to tug on one end of the towel wrapped round his hips until it fell away. She pulled back and raked her eyes over his nakedness, the heat radiating off his clean skin, feeling her stomach flip-flop at the sight and feel of him so close... so powerful... so Gibbs.

Unable to resist touching him, Abby ran her hand down his jawline and onto his neck, feeling him swallow under her fingertips. She smiled as she brushed her fingers gently over the hickey she'd left on his collarbone last night, leaning in to lick over it gently, feeling his hands tighten on her hips.

Moving on across the breadth of his shoulders and down his muscular arms, her hands brushed across onto his chest, fingers sliding through the sparse chest hair, dislodging the few droplets still clinging there from their shower.

Abby took another deep breath, which really didn't help as his freshly showered scent, all warm and masculine and so achingly familiar, pervaded her senses and she just couldn't help herself. She had to lean forward and press her nose into his skin, inhaling deeply, feeling and hearing him chuckle, the vibration rumbling in his chest.

"You smell so good... did I ever tell you that, huh?" she whispered, nuzzling into his skin. She pulled back to look up at him, "Do you have any idea what you do to me, Gibbs?"

The smile and duck of the head was almost bashful and Gibbs didn't answer, merely bending to kiss her slowly, resting his hands on her waist. "Works both ways, Abbs," he murmured when the kiss came to a natural end.

Grabbing for her increasingly tenuous control, Abby grabbed the shaving brush and waved it at him, smiling. "This isn't getting you shaved any time soon, is it?"

He chuckled softly, brushing her bangs off her face and cupping her cheek. "Not stoppin' ya."

"Oh no," said Abby, laughing, pressing a kiss into his palm. "You're not distracting me at all in any way whatsoever, are ya?" She shook herself slightly and turned away. "Okay... here we go."

Abby worked up a lather with the brush, coating it thoroughly before she held his face, cupping his cheek. She ran the brush slowly over his skin, cheeks first and jawine before he tilted his head for easier access to his neck. His hands drifted down to her legs, gently ghosting his fingers across her skin.

When she'd covered all his face, Gibbs saw her purse her lips thoughtfully, brush still poised, before glancing down his body, her green eyes sparkling mischievously.

Gibbs smirked, squeezing her legs in warning. "Don't even think it, Abbs."

Abby grinned, waggling her eyebrows. "Don't worry. I'm not gonna cover him in shaving cream coz I doubt I'd like the taste when I licked it off... Ice cream, now that's totally another story." Her voice dropped to a sultry purr that made said part of his anatomy twitch. "One day I will cover him in ice cream and lick it all off... slowly."

Gibbs groaned at the thought and the images Abby conjured up, sliding his hands up her legs to settle on her hips. Leaning forward, he made as if to kiss her and Abby squealed as he tried to wipe his lathered face on hers, grabbing his shoulders to try and hold him away. Chuckling, he pulled back and grabbed the razor, opening it and running it under the warm water before handing it to Abby.

Abby tilted his head towards the light, drawing the razor smoothly over the stubble of one cheek, feeling him shiver slightly. Trying to keep her hand steady as his skin emerged from the lather, she murmured, "Keep still or I might nick you. Trust me?"

"Always..." he assured her, blue eyes sparkling. "And I make it a policy not to argue with a woman holding a knife... or a golf club."

She grinned. "Oh, my golf swing's no good. You're quite safe."

Moving to the opposite cheek, she continued shaving him, her hand cupped under his jaw as she angled his head to see better in the bathroom light. Abby drew the razor gently across his cheek, fighting against the need to close her eyes at his nearness, her hunger for him building again under the intensity of those blue eyes.

"You gonna do this every mornin'?" asked Gibbs, as she paused and rinsed the razor.

She threw him an amused glance. "You know I'd love to... but if we did this every morning, we'd never get to work. Now hold still."

"Good point," he acknowledged, smirking. He watched her catch that full bottom lip between her teeth as she concentrated and fought down a groan of his own, tempted to lean in and cover her mouth.

The only sound in the quiet of the room was the slow scrape of the razor and Abby could hear her own shallow breathing, almost in sync with the way his own chest rose and fell.

His nakedness was more than a distraction... his nearness and the intimacy of the setting only adding to her arousal.

The heated stare watching her every move, the slight curve of his lips and tousled wet hair, combined with the display of hard muscle and warm skin within reach, all caused a pleasurable tingle to suffuse her body, a pulse beating between her thighs.

Abby shook herself, dragging her eyes from more interesting areas, telling herself to concentrate or she really would accidently nick him. His blue eyes locked with hers as her fingers slid into his wet hair to move his head, the soft feel as much of a distraction as the warmth of his skin.

She finished off that cheek and jawline before moving to the delicate skin above his upper lip and then drawing the razor smoothly over his chin. Brushing a gentle kiss against his mouth as she finished, Abby wrinkled her nose as some of the lather transferred to her face.

Abby patted his cheek, smiling. "There ya go, Gibbs, smooth as a baby's butt... though I gotta tell ya, I do like a bit of scruff... now and then, even if it does result in beard burn."

He grinned as he used his thumb to wipe the lather off her nose and chin. "Good to know."

Gibbs could tell by the green eyes hazy with lust and her breathing, which made her breasts move enticingly in front of him, that Abby was as turned on as he was. Her arousal was heavy on the air and he so wanted to let his hands wander, barely able to tear his eyes away from the porcelain skin right in front of him. He could almost feel the remembered weight of her supple breasts in his hands.

This time, Gibbs tilted his head of his own accord to present his neck to her and the blade.

This close, she had the luxury of examining his face. The wide forehead with the silver hair flopping to cover it, looking darker than normal when damp, to the smooth cheeks and long nose, a mouth that could drive her crazy, leading down a strong jawline and warm neck that she wanted to bury her face against... if it weren't covered in shaving cream.

Her heart was hammering in her chest as she concentrated on his neck, trying to make the shave as smooth as possible as she finished off, all too conscious of the intense stare Gibbs was sending her way.

This had to be the most intimate act they'd enjoyed together so far, and the slowest kind of foreplay they'd indulged in. The sexual tension practically crackled in the air, and yet he'd barely touched her... except with that damn tormenting finger.

And touching Gibbs like this was driving her crazy, every part of her body crying out for him. She was struggling not to just throw the razor down and drag him to the floor.

Her need only increased as her eyes kept drifting down to his engorged thickness, curling up proud against his belly, hard and beginning to leak. She was so close to just leaning forward and taking him into her mouth, the remembered taste and feel of him making her mouth water.

Finishing off the last part of his neck carefully, Abby placed the razor on the counter top, seeing too late the mischievous sparkle in his eyes as he leaned in. Grabbing her arms so she couldn't squirm away, Gibbs bent his head and rubbed his face against her chest, spreading some of the remaining lather across her breasts, chuckling as she squealed and giggled in protest.

Giving her an unrepentant boyish grin, he released her arms and Abby leaned back against the mirror, looking down at herself. "Well, that's one bit of me that certainly doesn't need shaving... and there was an easier way to clean your face, y'know."

"Wouldn't have felt as good at that did." Gibbs reached for the washcloth and rinsed it in the warm water.

She rolled her eyes at him. "Any volunteers to clean it off?"

"There'd be a queue..." he smirked. "But this is all mine," the last said with a quietly possessive growl that made her almost tremble with anticipation.

As Gibbs turned back to her, blue eyes dark and intense, she could only whisper, "Yeah... all yours."

With gentle swipes of her skin and teasing caresses over her breasts, careful that only the cloth touched her skin, Gibbs wiped off the excess lather until Abby was moaning steadily, her breathing heavy, every nerve on edge as she clutched at his shoulders.

"All clean now, Abbs," he murmured when he'd finished.

Gibbs leaned in and hovered over her skin, mouth millimetres from making contact. As Abby arched her chest towards him, he pressed a gentle kiss onto the smooth skin between her breasts as she gasped.

Dazed, Abby watched as Gibbs turned and unhurriedly splashed water on his face to rid himself of the rest of the shaving foam. As he bent over the basin, Abby ran her eyes down his back to the curve of his ass, watching the muscles flex under the skin as he moved, remembering what it felt like to press against the full stretch of that long back.

Abby was aroused beyond measure, her body almost shaking and if he didn't touch her soon with his bare hands, she was not going to be responsible for the consequences. She was desperate to feel those rough callused hands on her body... to soak up his caresses.

Although the way she was feeling, she was likely to go off like a rocket the minute he so much as breathed anywhere near her clit.

If it wasn't for the evidence of his arousal bobbing in front of her, she could almost buy his measured pace. But he was equally turned on and she marvelled at his control.

Gibbs grabbed a towel and dried his face, conscious of her eyes on him. Looping the towel round her neck, he tugged her forward into a hungry kiss and Abby curled her legs behind his thighs to pull him close, his hardness right in front of her and she could no longer resist. Reaching down to stroke along his length, she felt him thrust into her touch, groaning into her mouth as her fingers drifted over the satiny head, smoothing the pre-cum.

When the kiss ended, she whispered against his mouth. "If you don't get a move on and touch me, Gunny, I'm gonna to take matters into my own hands... and I don't just mean this." While one hand continued to stroke him teasingly, her other drifted down between her own legs, her intention clear.

He grabbed her hand, pinning it behind her back as she giggled. "Patience, Abbs..." He nipped her bottom lip. "We got all night." Gibbs moved his lips to her neck, whispering her name into her skin and she felt his tongue dart out to trace slowly over her tattoo.

Gasping at the sensations shivering through her, Abby pulled his head up so she could kiss her way slowly along his jawline. She moved onto his neck, suckling gently, loving the way he responded as a deep groan rumbled through his chest. She laved the hollow of his throat and Adam's apple with her tongue, before nibbling her way up over his chin and arriving back at his mouth, absorbing his moan.

As he responded to her kiss, his hands finally began to roam more freely before slipping down her back to cup her ass, squeezing gently. She ran her fingers through his hair, kissing him deeply, languorously before sliding her arms down his own back.

Resting her fingers in the hollow at the base of his spine, Abby ran her nails lightly over the skin and onto the curve of his ass and into her favorite ass dimples, feeling him jump slightly when she hit a ticklish spot, grinning against his mouth.

Gibbs cupped his hands under her ass, lifting her and Abby squealed as she clutched his shoulders, sliding her arms round his neck. He carried her into the bedroom, grinning as he dropped her unceremoniously on the bed, following her down as she giggled, bouncing on the mattress.

Abby watched as he crawled onto the bed over her, moaning as his body settled flush against her own, his weight warm and welcoming. He covered her mouth and she sighed into the slow kiss, the intensity of it growing until she found herself making needy whimpering noises back of her throat as she bucked against him.

He fisted a hand in her hair and pulled her head up to nip and lick at the soft skin of her slender neck, relishing the sound of his name in that husky voice.

He loved how tactile she was... how responsive she always was to his touch.

Pushing Gibbs onto his back, Abby moved on top to guide him inside, biting her lip as the friction of him sliding inside felt so damn good. As she began to move, she took him deeper with every undulation of her hips, knowing she wasn't going to last very long. As he thrust up into her, he rested his hands on her hips, helping steady her.

Bracing her hands on his chest, she enjoyed the sight of him under her as she moved, crying out wordlessly at the feel of him. His head and strong neck arched back, his ragged breathing telling her how much he was fighting for control, and felt a surge of satisfaction that she was the one driving him to the edge.

He felt her start to shake, her muscles tensing as Abby raced towards her climax, her movements becoming erratic. When she clenched around him, crying out, she fell forward onto his chest, breathing hard and he flipped them over while she was still quivering from her release.

Plunging back inside, pulling her legs up to wrap round his back, his hips snapped fast and hard against her, her name a strangled groan on his lips as he soon followed her.

While their heart rates slowed, they clung together, hands roaming gently over sweat-slicked skin as they calmed. Slipping carefully out of her, he pulled her into his side. She kissed him softly, lingering against his lips, humming her contentment and they eventually fell asleep together, Gibbs shifting to spoon behind Abby, cradling her body.

The end