Abby woke early the next morning to find the right side of the bed empty. She felt the sheets next to her and found that they were still warm. "Gibbs?" She glanced around the room and looked towards the bathroom, but found the door open and the room empty. Climbing carefully from the bed, unsure of how she would feel after the previous night's events, Abby made her way down the stairs, her nose suddenly treated to the smell of bacon.
"Mmm…yummy…" Abby shuffled into the kitchen where Gibbs stood over a frying pan. "Oh and there's bacon…also yummy."
Gibbs smirked at her. "Want eggs too?"
"You really did go shopping, wow." Abby snatched a piece of bacon off the paper towel-covered plate and chewed on it thoughtfully. "Yeah, scrambled please."
Gibbs smiled over at her. "Merry Christmas, Abbs."
"Merry Christmas, Gibbs." Abby sat at the kitchen table as she finished off the piece of bacon.
"Jethro." Gibbs removed the last piece of bacon from the pan and cracked a couple of eggs into it, shoving the spatula through the eggs to scramble them. "When we're alone, that is."
"Okay…Jethro." Abby smiled at him, happy that things were still the same as they'd left them the night before. She had been worried that he would have changed his mind again.
The two ate a quiet breakfast at the table, sitting across from each other with Abby's feet propped up in Gibbs' lap.
"Feeling better?" Gibbs swallowed some orange juice and took another bite of his eggs.
Abby nodded, swallowing another bite of bacon. "Yeah, sleep really helped." She paused and looked at him sheepishly. "I'm sorry I ran out of here last night. I shouldn't have tried to drive home in that snow. I should've known better. Especially since I'm not that experienced driving in snow."
"Should've told you the truth, Abbs." Gibbs shook his head. "Not your fault."
"But I shouldn't have gotten so mad, or jumped to conclusions. I never would've ended up in that ditch if I had just stayed. Even if I had locked myself in the guest room to avoid you that would've been better than trying to leave in a snowstorm." Abby sighed, looking down at her plate as she shoved the last of eggs around distractedly.
"Don't blame yourself. I would've done the same thing." Gibbs shrugged and set down his fork, his plate now empty. He reached down into his lap and started to rub Abby's feet. "Don't worry about it. You're safe, and here. All that matters."
"Oh, my car. I'd totally forgotten! Do I need to call to get someone to tow it? What do I do?"
"I doubt anyone's going to be available to tow it on Christmas Day. Plus calling someone tomorrow will give them more time to clear the snow off the roads."
Abby nodded, then moaned a little at her foot massage, Gibbs rubbing circles into the arch of her right foot with his thumbs. "If I'd known how good you were at this, I'd asked for this years ago."
"If I'd have done this years ago I imagine our relationship would have moved a lot faster." Gibbs gave her a mischievous half smile.
"Whose fault is that?" Abby rolled her eyes.
"Didn't know you felt the same."
"With your famous gut? Seriously?" She shook her head at him.
Instead of responding Gibbs simply tickled Abby's foot, causing her to squeal and pull her feet back underneath the table. "No fair! I highly doubt you're ticklish!"
"Gonna have to find out for yourself." He cocked his head to the left as if challenging her.
"Oh, really?" Abby stood slowly from the chair and sauntered over to him. She shoved the table back so that she stood immediately in front of Gibbs. Leaning forward she tried to tickle him under his arms, but he sat still with a slightly bemused expression on his face. "Or…maybe…here," she tried to surprise him by tickling his sides, but he continued to sit without flinching, watching her attempt to figure out if he was at all ticklish.
Abby stood back with a determined expression on her face, studying his body and where he might be ticklish. "I don't think you're at all ticklish. I think you're just having fun letting me touch you." She raised an eyebrow at him and gave him a dirty look.
"Could be." Gibbs shrugged with his right shoulder.
"Well…in that case…" Abby placed her hands on either of his shoulders and climbed onto his lap, straddling Gibbs and the chair. "If that's the kind of fun we're going to have, why not simplify?"
Gibbs placed his hands on her hips, pulling her closer against him. "Simple is good." He pulled her down to him so that their lips were at the same level, allowing him to press his lips against her's. Unlike their kiss yesterday, this one was urgent, faster and harder, with purpose. Abby parted her lips slightly allowing Gibbs to slip his tongue into her mouth as her hands found their way under his tee shirt and slid upward and around his back to rub against his skin and feel the smoothness and hardness of his muscles. She moaned, "Gibbs…Jethro…"
Gibbs stood, his hands lifting her up by her ass, as she wrapped her legs around his waist and shrieked with laughter. He kissed her again before moving his head down to her neck to kiss and suck at the skin. Carrying her as he bit down to leave his mark on her, the pair got closer to the stairs. Abby remained tightly anchored to his body as he climbed the stairs with her. He never failed to surprise her in how strong he was. Once a marine, always a marine.
He shoved the partially closed guest bedroom door open with his back and immediately made for the bed, lowering Abby gently onto it. Gibbs climbed onto the bed over top of her, lowering himself onto her body as he captured her lips again.
Abby yanked at his shirt until Gibbs pushed himself up onto his knees and pulled it off himself, throwing it to his side, somewhere on the floor. The hoodie of Gibbs' that Abby still wore from the previous night quickly followed and for the first time Gibbs was able to fully appreciate the topless woman beneath him. He traced his hand across her stomach and up across her right breast, circling around the outside of it and then again around her nipple.
Abby shivered from his light touch, letting out a light moan from the desire he roused in her. The pajama pants that Gibbs had helped her into the night before were shoved down her legs and were quickly kicked off onto the bottom edge of the bed. Immediately after, Abby tugged at his sweatpants, inviting him to show her more of him as well.
Kissing her deeply, Gibbs shucked his pants off, kicking them off the side of the bed where they joined their shirts in a growing pile. His hands traveled quickly across her body, trying to feel it all at once in an effort to memorize everything about her.
They pulled back for a moment, out of breath and he looked down at her, her black hair spilling over the pillow. "Point of no return. You sure?"
Abby didn't respond, but pulled him back down to her, kissing him fiercely.
The kiss ended and Gibbs nodded, "Alright then." With that, he lowered himself back to her, his body pressed tightly against her's as they kissed furiously.
I know, I know...pure evil to stop here. I'm thinkin' there will be one more chapter, but I want to really take time to focus on writing it and seeing as how it's 3 AM right now and I'm nodding off... it's better to do that after I get up tomorrow. At least I have off work tomorrow so I won't have to try to write around my shift. :) Reviews are love.
