Ya know how awkward it is to write this while you and your husband are stuck living in your parents' house while you save up money and pray for a job in your own field? Seriously? This is probably why I mostly write between the hours of 11pm and 3am…. Awkward turtle.

On an unrelated note – clearly the writers in LA have no idea what the weather is like in the state of Virginia, because they always show snow at Christmastime and that is sooo not Virginia. Even though NOVA (Northern Virginia) gets more snow that Central VA, they're showing way more snow than even they get. Snow is still a miraculous thing here in Virginia. (I can say this as I've lived in Central Virginia all my life).

Abby gasped in surprise as Gibbs' hand made its way down her body and slipped under the waistband of her panties. His fingers flicked at her clit for a moment before he slid a finger further down and into her, a smile lightly stretching across his face as he watched her writhe under him.

She made to pull him closer to her, but he resisted, lifting himself up further to watch her underneath him. "Jethro…" She moaned his name lightly, pleadingly. "I want you…inside me."

Gibbs shook his head briefly, "Want you to come first, Abbs."

Abby mused at his lack of words even in bed, but was quickly distracted as he slid another finger inside her, twisting his fingers around and making her hips twitch happily. Rubbing his fingers as far back as he could go, she moaned deeply, pushing her hips forward as she encouraged him to continue, practically purring under his touch. With his other hand, he reached down and stroked her clit simultaneously, emitting a low growl from Abby that made him chuckle.

"Don't tease me, Gibbs…" Abby groaned as his touch became feather-light.

"Jethro." He corrected her, smirking at her as she shoved her hips forward again in an attempt to make him go faster.

She groaned again in frustration, "Jethro…please…"

With a satisfied smile, Gibbs began to stroke her faster, increasing the pressure under his thumb as he flicked over her clit and massaged her with his other hand.

Abby ground her hips as he massaged her, whimpering faster as her climax built. "Jethro…Jethro…" She chanted his name softly in between whimpers before going silent, only concentrating on breathing as she let herself go, twisting and twitching as she reveled in the feel. Rather than let her go, Gibbs continued to stroke her clit, pulling his other hand from her to concentrate on his strokes. Abby writhed harder under him, the climax only building rather than subsiding. "Jethro! Oh my God…Jethro…" She drew his name out as her orgasm continued with his strokes until she could no longer breath, her heart pounding in her chest. Only then did he let go, instead stroking her hair as she settled under his touch.

Catching her breath she stared up at him, a look of wonder on her face, "Damn, Jethro."

He grinned down at her, another of the rare smiles she loved.

"If I'd known about that…our relationship would have seriously happened a long time ago. That's what I've been missing all these years? Wow." Abby sighed with satisfaction, curling up against him as he settled next to her on the bed.

"Take some time to recover then." Gibbs nodded at her, happy just to have her in his arms.

"Oh, I can do better than that!" She crawled from his arms suddenly and still clad only in her panties, trotted happily over to her overnight bag. The wrapped present that Gibbs had ignored when he had pulled her clothes out the night before emerged with Abby's help. "Here! Merry Christmas, Jethro." She was really going to enjoy calling him by his first name.

The wrapped gift was flat, about a foot by almost a foot. He looked up at her curiously.

"Open it!" She nodded excitedly, as she hopped onto the bed, sitting up on her knees with enthusiasm.

Carefully unfolding the edge, he pulled the teddy bear and Santa wrapping paper off in a long stream until it separated entirely from the remaining paper. Ripping the rest off carefully, he flipped the gift over and stared at it silently.

Abby's grin faltered. "Do…do you like it?"

"Abbs…" Gibbs took a deep breath, blinking rapidly to keep from tearing up. In a large black and silver frame there was a drawing, matted in black with a silver inner-frame underneath. The drawing portrayed one of his favorite pictures of Shannon and Kelly, the two hugging each other on the beach, the sun high behind them and the wind blowing their hair to the side, partially covering parts of their face as they laughed.

"Do you remember Ned Quinn, the Vietnam Vet that we reunited with his daughter Melissa?"

Gibbs nodded, still studying the picture in front of him.

"I tracked him down and commissioned him to draw this. I hope you don't mind…I might have commandeered a picture that I found buried deep in your desk and copied it in my lab while you and the team were in the field one day. And then I might have given that to Quinn. He's been showcasing his work at a local gallery, and was happy to give me an excellent rate on this. See, he signed it too…" Abby pointed at a small signature in the bottom right corner which Gibbs could make out as 'Edward Quinn.'

"I thought that picture had been moved…" Gibbs chuckled a bit to himself.

"Seriously? I thought I put it back just right. I even measured to see where it was in the drawer before I removed it!" Abby pondered her stealthy actions, wondering where she'd gone wrong.

Gibbs smirked at her. "Just that good, Abbs." He stood, adjusting his simple white boxer briefs. "Be right back." For the first time Abby got a good look at his body, really noticing the boxer briefs now that she wasn't distracted.

"I knew it was boxer briefs!" Abby laughed loudly as Gibbs vanished from the room, hearing him jog down the stairs, and then return quickly, jogging back up and into the room.

He was carrying a small wrapped package that was about half the size of the gift she'd given him, but just as flat.

"Here go. Merry Christmas, Abby." Gibbs sat down next to her on the bed, one leg bent into the other as he handed her the gift.

Abby smiled at the simple silver gift wrap, then giggled up at Gibbs and tore into the gift with fervor. She gasped with excitement as she realized the contents. "Jethro! This is… this is! Oh my goodness!"

"Happened to get backstage at that concert you had to miss a couple of months ago. One of the security guards who works at the Verizon Center owed me. You and I must have been thinkin' along the same lines giving each other framed gifts."

She held a black and white framed 8x10 photo of Plastic Death which had been signed with a silver sharpie.

"They also gave me these." Gibbs handed her tickets and backstage passes to their upcoming concert in Norfolk, when they circled back around on the last leg of the tour.

She squealed as she accepted the slips of thick paper, and leapt over at Gibbs, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. She pulled back and grinned at the tickets, "Oh, Gi – uh, Jethro." She laughed. "I really need to get used to that. Though by the time I do, I'll probably start slipping up and calling you Jethro at work. And then that could be bad because the team might suspect, though I would guess they'll figure it out eventually, cuz they are a crack team of investigators. Will Director Vance care, cuz technically I'm not directly underneath you –" she grinned mischievously for a moment, "though I was earlier. But, in terms of work, you are my boss, but technically not my boss, so is it really an issue-"

Gibbs leaned over and kissed her, cutting off her rambling.

"Mm…" Abby moaned into him as he pulled back. "That's a much better way of getting me to stop babbling. Can we do that all the time?"

"Not in the lab." Gibbs shook his head.

"Damn." Abby snapped her fingers with mock disappointment.

"Here, however…" He leaned towards her with a devilish grin, capturing her lips once more with his own. Breaking off from her, he picked up both of the Christmas presents and lightly placed them on the ground next to the bed.

Abby grinned at him and before he could lean over to her again, she jumped over at him, pushing him against the bed so that she straddled him. "Why, hello, Agent Gibbs." She wagged her right eyebrow at him, her voice lower and raspier than usual.

"Never thought I'd find my title so sexy. Especially with a woman in control."

Abby was about to start to explain that she wasn't actually a dom, that she had just gone with the moment, but she stopped herself and decided not to break the moment. Instead she stood over top of him, slid her panties down to her ankles, and lightly stepped out of them, kicking them to one side with her foot.

Gibbs watched the woman over him with a gleam of desire in his eye. He had always loved how out there and independent and brilliant she was, and now, in this moment, she was even sexier. He'd never thought he'd be here with her, naked and willing. And for the first time in a long time he was able to shove aside the nagging thoughts of what a bastard he was, and how badly he could and would hurt her. For now, he was here, waiting for her.

Abby propped herself back on her knees, pulling his boxer briefs down and grinning at his erection. She reached under the pillow next to him and produced a small bottle of lube.

With a raised eyebrow he shot her a questioning look.

She shrugged, "I might have slipped it under the pillow when I got your present. I packed hoping for a Christmas miracle."

"Glad you did."

Squeezing some from the tube she warmed it in her hands and began to rub it up and down his shaft, smiling as he moaned softly at her touch.

"Wanted this for so long, Abbs."

Her smile broadened as she felt her heart leap into her throat. Abby wanted to tease him longer, pleasure him as she had been pleasured, but Gibbs didn't feel the same. Before she realized what was happening Gibbs had flipped her over onto her back so he was straddling her.

"You are so sexy when you do that." Abby stared up at him, growing wet again after her first orgasm.

Gibbs gently stroked her face, "And you are so beautiful. You know that?"

She didn't answer, just smiled up at him.

Gibbs pressed himself against her, sliding his hands over her breasts as he leaned down and licked and sucked on her right nipple, his erection twitching from the moan she let out at the feel. He rubbed himself up against her thighs, feeling her open her legs wider for him.

"Please, Jethro." Abby pleaded with him with a moan.

He pushed himself slowly into her, wanting to go slowly so he didn't hurt her, and wanting to savor the moment of their first time together. She let out a gasp of pleasure, thrusting her hips upward to take him in further. They moved together, each trying to touch the other all over to memorize the feel of their bodies. Abby leaned into his neck as he stayed close to her, moving with quick, tiny thrusts. Placing her mouth over his neck, she sucked lightly for a moment before biting lightly, worried of making marks that might be seen at work.

Gibbs pulled himself away, wanting to overtake her and make her come again. He took his turn sucking on her neck, but harder and with more force behind it, aware that she could easily cover it up, and sure she had before in the past.

Abby gasped for air, out of breath from the pleasure engulfing her senses. "Jethro…I'm gonna…gonna…" She thrashed underneath him, giving in to the immense wave that flooded over her. She moaned his name, the sound fluctuating slightly as she twitched from the resonating force.

As she began to relax, he thrust faster, allowing his climax to build. Abby moved with him, encouraging his own orgasm as she pulled him to her, kissing him forcefully. Gibbs thrust deeply as he went over the brink, spilling into her with a shudder.

The two laid together for a moment, breathing heavily and trying to steady their rapid heartbeats. Abby looked over at Gibbs as he moved to lay next to her on the bed. She began to tell him that she loved him, but stopped herself, pondering how far they still had to go. Instead she looked over at him, pushing a piece of hair from out of her face. "You were my Christmas wish, by the way."

"I know."

Abby's expression was one of confusion and wonder, "You do?"

"Came over to surprise you. Heard everything."

"Everything?" Abby raised an eyebrow.

"Your admission of feelings for someone you thought saw you as a daughter."

"Oh. Everything. Gotcha." She smiled to herself as she buried her face in his chest, trying not to let him see it.

"Why? Was there something else?" Gibbs' voice vibrated into her.

Trying not to laugh, she shook her head a bit, still curled against him. "No. Not a thing."

She'd wait and see just how Tony and Ziva's holiday went before she admitted to Gibbs that just before leaping off Santa's lap she'd made an additional, whispered wish that no one else had heard. Santa had made Gibbs give in to her. She was sure he could work his magic with the two of them.

She giggled to herself as she glanced up at him, ignoring the strange look he gave her as they lay cuddled together under the comforter.