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A/N: The torture is shortly being mentioned again, but not in detail !!
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When they finally were done and the rest of food was placed into the fridge, Abby found herself again in Gibbs arms right in the middle of the kitchen.
Jethro bent down and tenderly kissed her forehead, before he equally gentle pulled the hair-tie out of her hair and combed the black curls with his fingers.
Immediately Abby closed her eyes, enjoying the tenderness she had longed to feel again.
Something they had in common.
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He had missed the feeling of her skin and her silky hair beneath his fingers so badly; it had almost hurt more than the torturing itself.
As strange as it was this pain of missing her, had helped him survive.
He lowered his eyes to Abby face and studied her features while tracing the lines with his fingertips, starting simultaneously at the dark rings under her eyes.
Signs of insomnia, or better yet the visible signs of insomnia.
The emotional package under her skin was not visible and yet there.
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His fingertips moved around her eyes to find their way to her furrowed forehead.
Lines of sorrow which shouldn't be there. Not because of him anyway.
He let his fingers move over the skin until the face muscles of that area were finally relaxed.
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Before she knew what happened he had lifted her up into his arms.
Surprised she opened her eyes.
"Let me down Jethro, you are hurt."
"I'm fine Abs." He said in a voice that allowed no protest.
He carried her up the stairs into the bedroom, where he lowered her into the middle of their bed.
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When he came home for a quick change of his clothes, he had noticed that everything in the bedroom was exact the same way as the night they left for work, except the cups and plates were gone.
"Why didn't you sleep up here, and were did you sleep?"
His hands moved to her boots.
"I couldn't" was her short answer. When her first boot was off her foot she continued.
"Well, navy yard, Ducky's place once or twice."
When the second boot was off her foot she added quietly "basement".
Her coffin. He sighed.
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When Abby had moved in they had put her coffin into the basement.
He had told her that they would fit it in upstairs just as easily, but she had insisted that it was just the perfect place.
'A dungeon like basement, for her coffin' were her word.
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Gibbs sat down on the bed, got rid of his shoes and lowered himself onto his good side.
His head rested on his palm as he watched Abby mirror his way to rest.
Face to face only cm apart they eyed each other until Jethro found his mouth again.
"Close your eyes." He whispered softly.
His free hand moved to her neck and his thumb began to draw small circles on the delicate skin, while he began to tell what happened.
She needed to know and he needed to tell her.
Certainly not all details but the basics, otherwise her creative mind would keep on spinning the worst imaginable scenarios, which would keep her from the needed rest.
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His voice was gentle. He spoke in a reassuring tone as he began to outline what had happened.
"It didn't happen much the first ten days or so.
He apparently thought he should start with subtle torture; a table with various cutting equipment along with lemons and salt."
Without opening her eyes Abby fumbled for of his hands.
She needed to hold onto him.
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Following her silent command he entangled his free hand with hers while his other continued with the tenderness on her skin.
After a few more second he went on.
"With the subtle torture through the table came food and sleep withdrawal."
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A soft whimper left her lips caused by a suppressed sob.
He kissed the first tears that left her eyes away and continued.
"Around day ten he started with actually using the fruit and the spice."
He didn't tell her were, her rather let her jump to conclusions since she had seen some of the sore cuts on his upper body while Ducky had checked him through.
"I felt worse pain before."
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Just a little white lie…
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He had never experienced such a physical pain like this, but that just one of the minor details Abby wouldn't get to know.
Jethro kissed the fresh tears away and continued.
"He kept the lemon and the salt by for at least a week."
His fingers left her neck.
The free hand moved under the sweater, pushing it upwards.
Realizing it wouldn't work as he liked he sat up and pulled her softly into a sitting position.
"Eyes closed."
She just nodded and paid attention on his fingers which showed her to help him to get rid of the sweater and the shirt she was wearing beneath it.
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As soon as her back touched the sheet his fingers softly travelled over the new exposed skin.
There wasn't a chance in hell he would sleep with her tonight or the next week, maybe not even the next two or three weeks, that depended on the progress of healing, but he had to feel, taste and touch every square cm of her skin.
Making sure she was still his, he was still alive and he hadn't missed much of the changes in her body.
Eventually he went on with his report.
"Three weeks nothing happened…"
He didn't mention that he sat there naked, blinded by the light, hungry and thirsty; sometimes beaten as an amusement for his guards.
"…till the location changed. They brought me into a small building, where pretty much every second day I had a date with the baseball bat." And the lemons again…
He went quiet for a little while, as he thought about the woman in front of him, whose tears tasted salty on his lips.
His fingertips circled her breasts, one after the other while he told her about the picture about her, letting out the death threat.
Not really wanting to tell her how he escaped either, but knowing she wouldn't agree he continued his narration.
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"I was able to free myself after I got a plausible pretext to act as though I was dying."
Too late he realised that it was the wrong choice of words, as a sob left her lips.
He moved upwards and embraced her body while he gently kissed her lips, never stopping the tender movements with his fingers.
After some moments her voice became audible, though barely since the words were mumble onto his skin.
"Go on."
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His fingertips wandered south to her belly button.
"There isn't much to go on with. Well the three won't have any problems anymore."
He paused. "Mike showed up on time, drove us to the airport and here I am."
Abby knew she didn't know everything but it was enough.
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She felt his lips on the skin of her cheeks again.
"Now tell me why exactly Tony tasted your right hook."
Continuing with his the soft movements of his hand he waited till Abby spoke up.
With the first sentence his lips found her soft skin where he traced imagined lines with soft butterfly kisses.
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She knew what he was trying to do.
It had been easier for her to hear what happened while she was partly distracted by his touches.
This technique he did always use when something bad had happened, actually this technique had brought them together in the first place, and though she was sure he certainly hadn't planed it.
It had been right after his return from Mexico, when he came late over to her place to make things right, including telling her the reasons why he had to leave.
Since he always had been a wise man, he had made sure she had told him her feelings and thoughts as well, including those, which showed how pissed she had been and how hurt she had felt.
Strangely enough it helped her all the time.
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She stopped shortly as Gibbs shifted his body in such a way that his body was between her legs, his head was at the level of her belly button, where his tongue immediately started to circle the edge of her naval, while his hands entangled themselves with her.
Goose bumps rose all over her body while she tried to focus on the words that were supposed to leave her mouth.
As Jethro kissed his way further down to her waistband, she couldn't even remember how to speak.
Finally, after over nine weeks she felt alive again.
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Abby didn't realise that she lost contact to his hands at some point, not before she felt his fingers at the button and the zipper of her pants.
She had a soft smile on her lips as she felt his fingers slip into her pants pushing them down.
Abby lifted her pelvis to make it easier for him to pull them down.
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Tender fingers moved south at the outside of her legs pushing her pants down to her ankles where he moved them over her feet.
On his way up he left kisses on random places of her legs until he was at a point a little bit over her knees.
From there on he kissed every cm up her inner thigh.
Before he reached her middle he switched to her other leg and mirrored the movements he made at the first leg.
Taking his time till he eventually let his tongue move over her clit in steady, teasing movements. At times sucking, sometimes licking or nibbling until he felt her body tremble.
He knew she was close. While his one hand was linked with hers again his free hand moved to the space a little bit south of where his tongue worked its magic.
Trained fingers entered her hot and wet core pushing in and out while his tongue stroke hard over her bundle of nerves.
Two times he thrust into her as her body fell over the edge, moaning his name.
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TBC..
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