Chapter Nine
A/N: The chapter you have all been waiting for!! Sorry for the late update, this has got to the the hardest chapter to write, I had to write it back to front, who knew getting them from the park to bed would be so difficult, hehehe.
Gibbs was staying at the Peninsula Hotel. Abby knew from experience how expensive the rooms were but chose to keep this information to herself. Now was not the time to bring up her past especially when they both had made such a show of leaving it behind. The grand entrance made way for the staircase which Abby found herself walking up without even thinking. Here she was almost clinging to Gibbs' arm as they made their way to the hotel bar and him being a gentleman hadn't told her to let go.
The bar was to busy for them when they entered, although not packed it didn't offer them the level of privacy they wanted so Gibbs offered to have cocktails brought to his room.
So maybe some would call Gibbs naive for what happened next. Maybe after 2 wives you would think that he would know how women work but when Abby approached him as he sat on the edge of the bed he felt the atmosphere in the room change. An apple martini in her hand she sat in the chair by the window, crossing one leg as she took a sip, the dress parted to her thighs exposing a good amount of leg. Suddenly Gibbs was scared, did she truly wanted this or was this Susie again, Abby resorting to a place she knew and felt comfortable.
When Abby said, "Gibbs I will do anything you want. All you have to do is ask." something inside of him snapped.
"Abby we can't do this, I can't do this! I am not another one of your clients, I'm not looking to pay for sex."
"Is that what you think of me? That I want to sleep with you for money, that I'm a whore? God Gibbs I thought that at least you of all people would not see me like that."
Nothing was said between them for minutes and Abby could only stare at his hands as they beat to their own rhyme on his leg. Over the past year she had noticed his inability to sit still, whether it was drumming on the table to fiddling with his cup to rubbing his hands through his hair when frustrated.
"You do that when your nervous" she stated, her head tipping towards his hand. "It's always with your right hand when you are thinking of something to say, your left when you are trying to find the answer to something. When you need coffee you tug on your ear lobes, and when you are frustrated you run your hands through your hair. Thats how well I know you Leroy Jethro Gibbs. I don't need to know your life story, your deepest secrets, or anything else for that matter because right here, right now and over the past year I have watched you, studied you and I know you are a good, descent person. Your momma taught you well, even if you have had three wives I bet that you never treated them unwell, never even cheated or thought to. I would trust you with my life and you should me with yours but sometimes you have to let go. I'm not going to hurt your heart Gibbs, I'm trying to heal the hurt that is already there."
With that she slowly walked towards where he was sitting at the end of the bed and knelt between his legs putting her hands on top of his still moving fingertips stilling them. Cautiously she ran her hands up each arm and over his shoulders until they cupped each side of his face and tilted it upwards, while all the time watching his reaction.
As their eyes connected so did their lips, Abby's eyes closed at the contact, she lips massaging his bottom lip, parting it slightly. The first few seconds gained no response from Gibbs however Abby pressed more firmly as if to try and push her courage on to him. Finally she felt Gibbs hands cup her own face, one hand seemed to enclose the whole of her face as the kisses became hungry, each trying to push the other further over the edge. Lips broke after a few minutes each needing time to breath, Abby having to steady herself against Gibbs legs with the aftermath while Gibbs stroked the side of her face and then the side of her neck causing her to look up at him smiling.
" Are you sure about this Abby?"
In answer Abby simply just kissed him again, her arms pushing against his legs so that she could gain height and not have to pull away. Gibbs' hands moved away from her face to encompass her waist, until his fingers reached the dip at the back of her dress and then lifted her up until she sat in his lap, legs encircling him. From there his hands could run up and down her back feeling the softness of her skin as well as the bumps of her spine. With this movement Abby ground herself into him all the while their lips did not part although soft kisses had been exchanges for the clashing of tongues and teeth as both fought for control.
Abby began to feel that there were far to many clothes still involved at this point. From her positioning she pulled back slightly and slowly began to untie Gibbs' tie. Gibbs just watched her eyeing the nimbleness of her fingers and the smile of seduction on her face. Removing it from around his neck she made short work of his shirt buttons pulling it out of his trousers to get to the last few. Sliding his shirt off his shoulders exposed many of Gibbs scars which Abby kissed tenderly. Although Abby knew that Gibbs had been in the Marines she only understood now the cost that must have been and the things he had seen. Gibbs watched her as she traced one particular scar from his left shoulder to his heart.
" We all have scars Abby its just that some are more noticeable than others".
" Sometimes I think it is better to have physical scars than mental ones. It gives you something to look at rather than having to stare at yourself in the mirror. You can cover a scar but you can't cover so easily who you become because of them."
At this comment Gibbs gently kissed her temple and then lay butterfly kisses to her collar bone while at the same time pushing the straps of her dress down. Unable to remove it any more Abby stood up and slowly unzipped a small zip at the dresses side and then lifted the dress off her. There in front of Gibbs did she stand in just her knickers. Gibbs eyes and hands travelled over her body, over the flat planes of her stomach and over her black French knickers before pulling her back towards him and on to the bed beside him. Quickly striping the remainder of his clothes to just his boxers Gibbs lay down on his side beside her. Naked she looked nothing like Susie and everything like Abby. Throughout the year that he had known her he had come to know Abby the person, the quirks of her nature and helped her to express those and become her true self. Here in front of him was an example of this. In both of her nipples her bars that when he tugged on them made her twist around with enjoyment, in her bellybutton was also a piecing while over her heart was a small tattoo of a shooting star.
Gibbs was fascinated by it, from careful examination Gibbs found that he could cover the whole of it with his index finger and proceeded to do it continually in wonder which made Abby laugh out loud.
" I had it done about a two years ago. Its to remind me that no matter what there is beauty in my life."
At this comment Gibbs kissed the star, and then the nipple beneath it and then a trail of kisses to her belly button before returning a searing kiss to her lips.
Gibbs gentle ministrations of her body caused her to feel pent up sexual frustration and she could tell he was feeling the same by the positioning of his boxers yet he still continued to slowly feel the contours of her body with his calloused hands.
Finally when she could take no more Abby let out a frustrated "Gibbs!" to get him moving. Positioning himself above her he removed their last pieces of clothing and manoeuvred himself between her legs. Spreading her legs further apart he bent over to kiss her one more time before pushing himself into her. At first she was tight, unused to his size, however after a few moments she began to relax around him, she juices lubricating her enough for him to start moving inside of her. The pace he begin with was slow however the sexual frustration of the evening soon began to take its toll and the pace become faster and more erratic, with heavy breathing and low moans coming from both of them.
Gibbs felt her being to tighten around him, her body spasming slightly every so often. Quiet pleas also started, her pleading with him to go faster, harder while he pleaded for her to stop teasing him and come. Gibbs felt the beginnings of his climax when he felt Abby suddenly tighten and her whole body go ridged, she body moving in pleasure causing him to fall into ecstasy.
Unable to hold his body weight any longer Gibbs fell to Abby's side causing she to roll to her side as well. Still joined both lay in a haze needing time for themselves to come back to reality. Abby came to first, opening her eyes she looked over at Gibbs who still lay prone she thought she had never seen him look so relaxed, so at peace. Gently she ran a finger over one of his eyebrows and down his face. This caused him to slowly open his eyes where he simply looked at her while she repeated the action.
" I'm not going anywhere Jethro, you can sleep for a bit."
As though reading his mind Gibbs closed his eyes but pulled Abby towards him pulled one leg over his body and tucking her head under his chin.
" I love you Abby Sciuto", was the last thing Abby heard before she fell a sleep.