A/N: For the Gabby forum's creative drive, so that we can survive the summer without the show. :) The prompt was 'lipstick'.

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He had just finished his report when Abby showed up at his desk, materializing out of the dark. "You're getting better at that," he said.

She grinned down at him. "I learn from the best, Obi-wan." She came around the edge of his desk to watch him gather up the last of the papers related to their latest case. "You got the bad guy on a Friday. That's a sign for a celebratory drink, don't you think?"

"It's pretty late, Abbs." Gibbs smiled as he stood up. "Besides, this was more your collar than mine. Don't you want to go clubbing with your friends?"

"If it's my victory, then I get to choose who I want to celebrate with," Abby said, looping her arm around his as they walked to the elevator. "Come on, Gibbs. My treat. After all, you carried out my brilliant, forensic discovery!"

He smirked. "So, this is my reward?"

"Uh huh. Like when you bring me a Caf-Pow! Or tell me what a good job I did. Or when you kiss me."

He pressed the call button. "I get the drink, huh?"

"Gibbs!" She laughed and pulled him into the elevator. "Would you rather have the praise? Or maybe the kiss?"

"Never would say 'no' to you, Abbs," he said.

She reached across and hit the emergency switch, plunging them into blue light. "Didn't think you'd want my lipstick smeared on your cheek, Gibbs," she said, still smiling, despite the seriousness that had appeared in her eyes. "I would have kissed you for every one of your collars if I thought you wanted a reward. You never were a fan of your medals."

"This is a different kind of reward," Gibbs murmured, very aware of how close she was.

"A better one?" Abby asked, her eyes bright.

He nodded, smiling again. "Much."

Her breath ghosted across his cheek. "Gibbs?"

"Yeah, Abbs?"

She moved so that her lips were hovering above his own. "Mind if it wasn't on your cheek?"

"Would prefer if it weren't," he replied quietly just before she kissed him. He'd held back for so long, carefully rationing out pecks to her smooth skin, that it felt surreal to be finally kissing Abby. Her happy, needy sigh told him that she had been restraining herself too.

"I think," Abby murmured as they parted, "that I'm going to be a lot more demanding of my rewards from now on."

He grinned, leaning over to flip the switch to let the elevator move once more. "You read my mind, Abbs."