Chapter 16

Grabbing hold of Gibbs' hand Abby dragged him from the kitchen and up the stairs to his bedroom. One by one the rest of their items of clothing littered the floor, revealing skin that begged to be touched and tasted. Abby wanted nothing more than to push Gibbs down on the bed, straddle him and relive their experience on the hammock, except this time with more freedom to move. But this time she decided she would let him have control.

Wanting to see him, Abby switched on the light that sat on the bedside table as Gibbs drew the covers back on his bed. Her hand glided across his hip and she pressed a quick gentle kiss to his bare shoulder as he reached passed her. When they were standing naked in front of each other Gibbs let his hands settle on her backside and took a step closer to her. As they stood there skin against skin Abby couldn't help but notice the contrasts in their bodies; he was her solid, tanned, masculine, silver fox and she was a feminine, soft, pale, dark haired beauty. On the outside they looked so different but on the inside they were the same; two separate bodies that shared the same soul.

One of Abby's hands moved to curl around his waist while the other lifted higher, her thumb stroking back and forth across his collarbone. Everyone that knew Abby understood her need for physical contact with the people she cared about, but with Gibbs it was more a question of how she was going to keep her hands off him.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" she whispered, her lips joining her exploration of his collarbone along one side. Gibbs sucked in a hurried breath as her tongue flicked out to lick the dip at the base of his neck before continuing across the other side.

"Think I might have some idea." He tilted her face up so his cheek was resting against her, the corners of their mouths touching. "Not sure how to stop myself with you, Abbs..."

"There's no need to stop. I don't want you to stop." All Abby wanted was for him to be himself and if that meant relenting to the demands of their hormones, there were far worse things in life to complain about. Gibbs had started to open up to her more throughout the course of the day and she knew the closer they became the more he would let her in. And that was all she wanted; to be allowed to love him, the real unguarded Gibbs, the same one she would do anything for.

Abby accepted the kiss Gibbs pressed to her lips, returning his enthusiasm and holding his head in place to prevent him backing away. For endless moments her tongue and lips explored the textures of his mouth. With each swipe of her tongue and every hurried gasp she felt her desire continue to gather in a deep heated pool that inflamed her core. Moving her hands to cover his ass, his erection pressed against her as Gibbs nudged her towards the bed.

As she lay on her back in the middle of his bed, bare and waiting for him, Abby once again took in his male form. Tall and toned in all the right places she wanted him everywhere at once. His crystal blue eyes locked on her emerald ones, then roamed the length of her body. If his gaze alone could reduce her to a quivering mess then she knew by the time they were finished she would be completely boneless.

When Gibbs joined her on the bed he took his time worshipping every inch of her, Abby's cries for more urging him on but not making him go any faster. His mouth and fingers were relentless as he slowly mapped out every curve and detail of her body. From her toes up to her forehead Gibbs savored her, making her writhe underneath him when his tongue dipped into her belly button and his fingers trailed lower to slip between her thighs.

With his palm holding her down his fingertips sought out the tiny bud pleading for his attention. Abby instantly fought against his hold, trying to drive up and rub against him. Gibbs teased her, probing his fingers agonisingly slow into her wetness and coating two of his digits before he eased them inside her. Keeping her teetering on the precipice he withdrew before plunging back in, eventually giving her what she wanted and quickening his strokes in and out of her.

Abby could feel herself building, she was so close and the noisy groans that ripped from deep in her chest seemed to spur Gibbs on. His lips and tongue covered the entire expanse of her stomach and chest as his fingers continued inside her. Just as she felt her walls start to tighten around him Abby looked down, his intense stare sending a shockwave through her as she watched him press a kiss to her wet swollen folds. Every muscle in her body tightened, her guttural moan deafening in the quiet room as her body let out a series of shattering spasms.

"God...Gibbs..." she panted, unable to form any other coherent words as she relaxed into the bed.

Gibbs' satisfied grin as he crawled higher up her body only heightened her arousal and made her want him even more. This was the confident man she knew; the same one who knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid to take it. This was the man that took charge every day at work, whose authoritative glance could make her weak in the knees, and not in the same way it did everyone else.

"You alright?" he asked his feather light touches on her cheek making her sigh.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to the way you make me feel." She smiled lazily and not for the first time that day felt as if she was drunk on him.

Gibbs finally settled his hips between her open thighs. Abby could feel him, hot and hard against her and she arched up wanting every inch of him inside her even though she'd barely recovered from her first release. She loved the solid feel of him, not only his length, but the heavy weight of him nestled on top of her and pressing down.

When Gibbs raised himself up slightly, Abby reached between them and started to stroke him. Her caresses were just as slow and tortuous as his had been, her fingers working up and down his hardness. Gibbs encouraged her, thrusting into her hand as each grunt brought him closer to his climax. She swirled the pearling moisture over the tip of his cock with her thumb and for a moment Abby was tempted to push him over onto his back and take him in her mouth, but she knew it wasn't what he wanted this time.

When they had left for their trip only a few days ago she had never dreamt this is where they would end up. Back then she would've been content with an extra long hug or a lingering kiss on her cheek but now Abby wanted so much more. She couldn't imagine not being with him like this.

Opening her legs wider so her knees touched the bed, she guided Gibbs inside her. Gasping, her arms moved around his waist and her legs clung to him as he slid all the way in to her still trembling depths. Tiny whimpers of pleasure escaped from between her lips as he placed his upper body weight on his arms on either side of her. Abby pushed back the fine silver threads of hair that hung down over his forehead, his eyes sparkling in the dim light.

"Don't think that I underestimate what you did for me back at the cabin, for us...the sacrifices you made so we could be together," Gibbs acknowledged, leaning forward to kiss her forehead before moving back to look at her.

The feeling of him buried inside her, the vulnerability Abby saw in the features of his face and the realization that she'd never felt this close to anyone made her heart skip a beat. Although their weekend had its share of anguish, she was glad for everything she'd done; for believing in her feelings for him and for trusting that the man she loved wouldn't walk away from her.

"I won't let you go, Abby. As long as I can draw air into my lungs I'll look after you and keep you with me. No matter what else happens, I'll make time for you."

Abby knew he was referring back to the conversation they'd had in the car on the way home and trying to give her added reassurance that he wasn't going anywhere. She swallowed the lump in her throat and didn't try to hide the lone tear that escaped. Gibbs kissed the trail it left down the side of her face, stopping next to her ear and whispering, "I love you and I'll never let you go."

"I love you too, so much."

Framing his face in her hands she brought his lips down to hers for another heated kiss. As their tongues danced, Abby flexed her inner muscles around him trying to initiate a similar dance of their bodies. Seeking out and finding the bite mark she'd left on his neck earlier that morning, tenderly she kissed the small bruise before moving to suck over his pulse point. She whimpered at the sensation of the beating under her mouth being in synch with the throb of him inside her.

"I need you," she whispered against his neck, getting as close as possible and inhaling him.

It was enough for Gibbs to start moving. "Need you too."

His hands slid under the pillow beneath her head and gripped into the mattress as he began a slow steady rhythm on top of her. Abby knew as close as their emotional bond had become over the years, the physical part of their relationship was going to leave her reeling for some time. It would be so easy to lose control with him, to forget about every other aspect of her life and just focus solely on Gibbs.

"You feel so good," she breathed, moving her heels higher up his back, her head thrashing into the pillow as he quickened his thrusts.

Abby wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down onto her as she felt her orgasm building, its breathtaking crescendo imminent. All she could think about and all she could feel was Gibbs. She looked at him, his mouth open and his subtle growls gaining momentum each time he sank into her. Abby surged her hips up into him, unable to stop herself crying out when her downward movement sent intense pulses vibrating through her entire being.

Gibbs' eyes were barely open but he smiled at her before pressing a quick kiss to her lips. "Abbs...I can't hold on much longer," he groaned, his hips snapping faster into hers.

She didn't want him to stop, didn't want to give up the feeling of every part of her feeling so alive and incredibly aroused. But she refused to deny him any longer, not after Gibbs had seen to her needs once already. With several more forceful thrusts Abby was sent spiralling over the edge. She screamed out his name as her world blacked out, holding onto him tighter than she ever had before when she felt him shudder on top of her only moments later.

Their breathing came in ragged gasps and Gibbs collapsed in a heap beside her. Abby immediately returned to the warmth of his body as she snuggled into his side. Her hand wandered freely over his chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart underneath and wondering if it was in time with hers.

"I think I'm going to need go away with you more often..." Abby said sighing contentedly. "We have lots of vacation time, and I'm sure pretty soon I'm gonna need some time to recover."

"You planning on tiring an old marine out?" Gibbs wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up so she way laying halfway across his torso.

"Is that a challenge?" she grinned, "because if it is I accept."

Gibbs chuckled at her enthusiasm. "If you wanna go away, just tell me where and when and I'll be there."

It meant a lot to Abby that he would willingly take time off work to spend it with her. Something he never did...for anyone. It was also further confirmation to her how he was taking their relationship seriously, that even though he still had issues that needed to be dealt with, he wasn't going to shut her out. All of the problems they had temporarily worked through to be together weren't fixed and sooner or later they would need to talk about them again. But both of them admitting their feelings to each other was a start and she would let Gibbs go at his own pace, offering reassurance, love and support when he needed it. In the meantime she was going to enjoy him and do her best to make him happy.

"When Ray gives you that hammock, you think we can set it up in the backyard?"

Gibbs raised one of his eyebrows. "Not sharing you with the neighbours, Abby...not sharing you with anyone."

"We can wait 'til it's dark."

Gibbs chuckled and tried to sit up so he could pull the covers over them, not saying anything as he lay back down and Abby resettled against him. After being caught in the hammock once, it wasn't something he was likely to let happen again. He was a private man, who was unwilling to share the most sacred parts of his life with anyone but her. And Abby was fine with that because she didn't want to share him with anyone either.

For the next several moments the only sounds that could be heard in the quiet room was their steadying breathing. Abby was starting to feel the effects of both hunger and tiredness but the way her eyes were struggling to stay open she had an inkling that sleep would eventually win out.

"I'd do it all again, Gibbs. Take all the risks I did, for you." She said kissing the centre of his chest as his arms held her securely around her waist.

"Gonna do my best Abbs, not to screw things up...try not to be a bastard."

"You're never a bastard with me. Grumpy and demanding sometimes maybe...but that's you, and in case you haven't noticed, I love you just as you are."

Gibbs kissed the top of her head, then rested his chin lightly on her. "Startin' to realize that...though not sure why you'd want someone so damaged and bruised."

"There's no-one else for me. Never has been, never will be, Gibbs."

"Jethro."

Abby used her arm to prop herself up on his chest and look at him questioningly.

"When we're here, like this, it's Jethro. Pretty sure with the stuff we've been doing since yesterday, we really should be on a first name basis."

She smiled and kissed along his jaw. "Waited a long time to call you Jethro...have to be careful I don't slip up at work though."

Settling against him again hunger pains started to gnaw in her stomach, and just as Abby was contemplating getting up Gibbs' fingers began tracing a circular pattern over her back. From the way her stomach was draped over his side she was aware that her cross tattoo would be on display for him. Tenderly he mapped its outline as he spoke. "The things I couldn't talk about at the cabin...I'll get there Abby."

The fact that he had brought it up signified to her that he'd taken a big step. He might not be ready to talk about it tomorrow, or next week, or maybe not even next month but Gibbs being aware that there were things that could tear them apart if they weren't honest served as further affirmation of how serious he was. "Whenever you're ready."

For the usually reserved and hold-in-your-feelings type of guy that he was he'd come a long way since her ultimatum. Abby took everything that he'd shared with her as a gift; the small pieces of himself that he was giving her would only continue to bring them closer and for that she had no regrets. If every day ended like this she would never be unhappy; wrapped in his arms, content, safe and every part of her satisfied.

TBC...