A/N: Sorry for the delay in posting this...real life has been doing it's thing and getting in the way ;)
Epilogue – Part 1
Sitting in the shade provided by the large leafy tree canopy above her, Abby inhaled deeply, taking in her surroundings. The sun was shining high in the sky, a warm gentle breeze flowing over her body, and fresh clean air streamed into her lungs. She felt relaxed, and because of the man she watched in the distance, she was more content than she'd ever been in her life. Sitting on the blanket they'd laid out for her to sit on Abby drew her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on them. She was wearing a black bikini she'd bought special for their trip and a short, thin, sheer black and red wrap around skirt was tied around her waist.
A year on, Gibbs and Abby had returned to the cabin to celebrate 12 months together. It had been Abby's suggestion but after all they'd gone through Gibbs agreed it was a good idea. Just like last time they took the Friday and Monday off work to make it into a long weekend, but everything else was much different from their previous visit.
Their lives since had been filled with ups and downs, much like the weekend that had finally seen them become a couple but Abby was sure their happiness radiated from them both. Even when her mood was flat, just thinking about Gibbs and what they had come to mean to each other was enough to pick her up out of any gloomy spell.
Abby had moved in to Gibbs' house the weekend after he'd asked her and after sharing their news with the team everyone had volunteered to help. Although they had all noticed the changes in both Gibbs and Abby, apart from Ducky no-one had made the connection that they were responsible for the changes in each other's behavior. Once it was out in the open Abby truly started to feel like she had nothing left to hide.
While it had taken McGee a little bit longer than the others to get used to her being with Gibbs, he'd gotten accustomed to it over time and Abby had been grateful for the way they had all accepted the relationship. She had taken Gibbs home to Louisiana, as well as visiting Jackson in Stillwater on several occasions, including Christmas.
Now that all the people they cared about knew of their relationship, Abby felt unguarded in the way she loved Gibbs. She held nothing back, only reining herself in while they were at work; both of them wanting to remain professional so nobody could question their ability to do their jobs.
They'd had their fair share of rough patches in coming to terms with each other's habits as well as several misunderstandings due to miscommunication or lack of communication but they continued to work through them one at a time and every day brought them even closer. Gibbs still had moments where he would put up walls, and when he did Abby would give him time to work through his thoughts on his own, but if he retreated for too long she would stand up to him. Usually breaking through with some gentle reassurance that she loved him no matter what and wasn't going anywhere; each time the conversation she'd had with Margie always remaining in her mind.
Abby had known from her very first conversation with the older woman up at the scenic lookout that every now and then she'd have to fight for Gibbs, to make sure he understood the depth of her feelings for him. On the outside he was a hardened special agent and former Marine, but he had vulnerabilities just like she did, and he had a sensitive side that Abby treasured in being one of the few who got to see it.
Emotions that had always been so strong between them had continued to become more intense; she loved Gibbs like she'd never loved another, and everything he did and said to her told Abby he felt the same. Falling asleep in each other's arms every night and waking up together was something she never took for granted and it was usually during these moments that they had their deepest and most meaningful conversations.
They had easily fallen into a routine outside work hours. Unless they were in the middle of a case that prevented it, the two of them ate dinner together and would spend their evenings either cuddled up on the couch watching tv or reading, or down in the basement, talking while Gibbs worked on one of his various woodwork projects. The hammock had gotten a lot of use, both with Abby just lying in it watching Gibbs, as well as them engaging in more physical activities. It also hadn't taken long for the rest of his house to feel like more of a home. Abby had only made subtle alterations and anything she wanted to change they talked about first, it was more about the transformation in the atmosphere; once again the rooms were filled with happiness that breathed new life into the very fabric of the walls.
Not far from where she sat back from the shoreline, Gibbs had wadded out into the ocean in an attempt to clear some of the cobwebs after an especially difficult week at work. Abby watched him dive under the water and then re-emerge, shaking his head once he'd broken the surface. Seeing his bare shoulders above the waterline and his hair spiked up, she was tempted to join him but wanted to give him a few moments to himself.
Because of the late hours they had both been doing at work over the last week, a couple of nights they had chosen to curl up on Abby's futon in the lab and get a few hours sleep before starting the day all over again. Gibbs refused to let anything physical happen between them at work beyond simple touches, light kisses or hugs so when he had curled his body around hers, Abby had let him draw comfort from her. And as wonderful as having him hold her had been, she craved more. They hadn't gone this long without sex since they'd been together and every part of her was beyond desperate to have him.
She didn't want Gibbs to think this trip was only about sex for her; that it was purely about them getting away from everything and everyone merely to spend the entire time going at it like it was their last days on earth. Neither of them would deny that was one of the major reasons, but Abby also wanted it to be about them further strengthening the bond that had formed between them.
The last time they'd been here the majority of their time had been spent fighting their feelings for one another. And as happy as she was now, Abby didn't think she'd ever forget the anguish she'd felt on that weekend a year ago, nor the torment she'd endured for years before that in having to hide her feelings for Gibbs. This place was special to them both, for a number of reasons, and she wanted to be able to enjoy how far they'd come together.
Gibbs had gone from being her friend to lover and partner in what now seemed like the blink of an eye. He'd become the center of Abby's world, and as she stared at him swimming towards the shore she wondered if the look of desire that must be evident in the features of her face was what everyone else saw each time she looked at him.
Unable to tear her eyes away from him, Abby watched as Gibbs walked out of the water. Every movement he made seemed to be in slow motion as more of his wet skin was revealed to her hungry gaze. His hair, still tousled from him shaking his head made her long to run her hands through the short silver lengths, and even with the distance between them she could see his bright blue eyes shining against the backdrop of the ocean behind him. The lop-sided grin he gave her sent her pulse rate soaring; she wasn't going to be able to fight off her need for him for very long, so she just hoped he was feeling better and more relaxed after his swim.
With each step that Gibbs got closer the finely sculptured body that Abby had gotten to know intimately over the last year became clearer. Broad, well built shoulders tapered down from his smooth and incredibly kissable neck to tanned, toned arms. Her eyes lingered on his biceps, glistening as the sun reflected off his wet skin, the perfectly rounded muscles almost forcing her to her feet so she could touch him.
He wore the loose fitting dark blue and white swimming shorts Abby had bought him at the same time she'd bought her bikini. She'd also bought him a pair of blue speedos to go underneath the shorts. Abby knew Gibbs was fairly modest when it came to showing off his body, only when he was alone with her in the comfort of their own home did he feel completely comfortable in showing some flesh. But if she had any say in the matter, she'd see him in nothing but those blue speedos before the day was out.
As Gibbs got closer she could see a steady trail of water that ran down the contours of his collarbones, briefly pooling at the hollow at the base of his throat before trickling lower and between the slight indentation between his pecs. His chest and stomach gleamed with moisture, the tiny rivulet from his upper torso streaming down the fine path of hair that trailed down the middle of his stomach through his belly button and under the waistband of his shorts. Beads of water peppered his silver chest hair and Abby had the sudden urge to nuzzle her face into it and lick off every last drop.
Continuing to focus on him when he stopped in front of her, Abby's gaze continued to travel down Gibbs' body and hovered on the wet shorts that clung to his powerful thighs. Abby knew exactly how it felt to have those strong muscles wrapped around her, holding onto her tightly and leaving her begging for more. Her vision danced over his groin, unable to prevent her tongue from flicking out to moisten her lips upon seeing how the wet material revealed the outline of the impressive bulge underneath. Her eyes then moved lower, past the edge of his shorts and over his knees and calves, the dark hairs sticking to his skin as the salty water continued it path southward.
Before she had chance to lift her eyes up all the way to meet Gibbs' he was leaning down to press a kiss to her lips, dripping water all over her in the process. She squealed as the cold droplets hit her skin, and with speed Abby hadn't expected he was sitting down beside her, pulling her into his arms and onto his lap.
"Jethro! You're wet!" She squirmed against him, her struggles a complete contrast to what she was really thinking as her fingers dug into his chest.
"Swimming will do that to you, Abbs."
Gibbs loosened his hold on her slightly and Abby drew back but stayed close as he settled his hands low on her waist, both his thumbs circling her stomach, just inside her hip bone. She could feel the calluses on the fleshy pads graze over her skin with each passing, a flurry of goose bumps soon covering every inch of her.
Shifting backwards with her still on his lap, Gibbs rested his back against a tree at the edge of their blanket. Keeping his hands firmly holding on to her he lifted one of his knees up so his foot was flat on the ground. This meant Abby slid slightly closer to him and even though he was wet, she could feel the heat radiating from his body; from his hands and underneath the increasing warmth between her legs.
She watched as a single drop of water ran from his forehead, down the side of his nose and over the corner of his closed lips to hang off his chin. Not wanting to miss the opportunity, Abby lunged forward and sealed her mouth over the droplet, sliding her tongue out from between her lips and along his jaw to make sure to she captured all the moisture. She sucked on his chin, giving it one last flick with her tongue before moving back just far enough to be able to look into his eyes.
Gibbs' confident grin from earlier reappeared and this time Abby couldn't fight the urge to kiss him senseless in an attempt to wipe it from his face. Her hands pressed into his chest and she pushed him harder against the tree. Every cell in her body was on edge after watching him walk out of the water and as she brushed her mouth over his in a series of hot, wet and rushed kisses Abby was certain she would see those speedos sooner rather than later.
"Well this brings back memories," she smirked against his lips.
Since he hadn't towelled himself dry, some of the moisture that had covered his body had been transferred to hers. Wherever they touched Abby's skin stuck to him, the wetness from his shorts seeping in through the thin wrap around skirt she wore and into her bikini.
Gibbs sucked in deep breaths when they were forced to end the kiss, holding her hips steady when she started to move them against him. "Not doing this outside, Abbs."
Abby looked back towards the cabin. "Ray hasn't replaced the hammock yet?"
"I'm sure if he did, he took it down once he knew we'd be staying."
She stifled a laugh as she moved her hands over his wet chest, her gaze not leaving his as she travelled over contours she had come to know so well. Paying close attention to his nipples she rolled them under her fingertips, before leaning forward to lick over each of them, her hands moving lower down his stomach.
Gibbs let his propped up knee drop when Abby shifted back on his legs, her fingers seeking out the length of white cord that dangled from his shorts. Twirling it around her finger until there was no cord left she continued to tug on it, causing the waistband of Gibbs' shorts to be drawn away from his stomach. The corner of her lips curled into a mischievous grin as she saw a flash of the bright blue material of the swimming briefs. Her brain moved quicker than her hands, visualizing how well he would fill out the speedos. Even though she saw him naked practically every day, there was just something sexy...something so completely tempting and mysterious, about seeing the thin tight material perfectly cradling his masculine form.
"Abby..." he warned softly.
She leaned forward, her eyes focused on nothing but his groin, the gap between the waistband of his shorts and his stomach widening as Abby continued to slowly pull them away. "I was hoping you'd forgo shorts so I could see you in just the speedos."
Following the crinkles in the slightly bunched up material as it led from his hips inwards, she held her breath as more of the snug fitting blueness was revealed. Before she could get a better glimpse of the fabric shaped around the bulge that was awaiting her attention, Gibbs had fastened his hands onto both her wrists. Holding them behind her lower back, he closed the distance between their bodies, lightly resting his lips against Abby's but not initiating a kiss.
"You'll see 'em soon enough," he assured her.
Gently starting to tease her bottom lip with his tongue Gibbs wasted little time before confidently slipping into her mouth and insistently brushing his lips over hers. Abby moaned and returned the kiss, her hunger for him ramped up by the feel of their tongues colliding. All she felt was her undeniable lust burning a pathway through her entire body, from his heated kisses plundering her mouth, down to the heavy ache in her lower belly. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been so desperate for him, every part of her was pulsing, the escalating throbbing between her legs making her breath hitch when she moved her lips away from his.
The tightly coiled thread of desire that Abby had barely contained for days was not far from being totally obliterated and despite the firm grip Gibbs had on her, she still managed to rotate her hips and grind down into his lap. The friction from both her wet bikini and the roughness of his shorts underneath her sent her spiralling further into a haze of need, pushing everything from her mind other than the craving she had for him to be inside her.
"How soon?" she asked, hearing the desperation in her voice.
When she began circling her hips harder and faster, Gibbs' legs opened wider as if on instinct and Abby knew from his strangled groan that his body's reactions were overriding his mind. He still held onto her wrists but didn't move to stop her, watching her working herself into a frenzied state. From the feel of the growing length in his shorts underneath her, he was filling out those speedos even more with every passing second.
Abby slowed her movements, and changed her gyrations to sliding up and down along his hardness, her breathing coming in hurried gasps as she searched eagerly for the right amount of friction to ease the pressure building deep in her core. She knew if she didn't stop soon, she would be crashing over the edge before Gibbs had a chance to give her exactly what she wanted.
As if reading her mind Gibbs fought through his own cloud of passion, his hands suddenly clutching onto her hips, stopping her actions. He'd stopped her on a downward motion and with the wet heat and rapid pulse Abby felt between her legs as she held his hardness nestled so intimately against her she fought to keep herself from finishing what she'd started.
"I want you Abbs, in every way possible...but not out here." His voice was husky with his own arousal and he rested his forehead against hers, his intense blue eyes focused and piercing into her soul, like only Gibbs could. "The only person I'm interested in giving a show to you is you...don't wanna have to hold back."
She had known from the moment they had found out they'd been seen having sex on the hammock out the front of the cabin that Gibbs would never allow himself to be caught in that situation again, and the last thing she wanted was for him to feel uncomfortable. While modesty was less of a concern for her, Abby wanted Gibbs to be relaxed, she wanted him to feel like he could lose control with her and be completely uninhibited. The times when he was with her were the moments when he allowed himself to really let go, focusing on nothing but his love and need for her.
Abby was also aware of what this place meant to him. It had been where Gibbs had finally let down his guard and allowed her to break through the cracks in the walls he'd hid himself behind. And it was where she'd found the strength to put everything on the line for him, for them. There had been many times they'd talked openly about what had happened the first time they'd stayed at the cabin together. From what had ultimately brought them together, through to Abby's ultimatum and their first times together in the hammock and the shower. It had been life changing for them in more ways than they could count.
"I don't want you to hold back either." Abby moved her head so her mouth was next to his ear, her voice low and husky as she whispered, "want you to make me scream."
That was all it took to get Gibbs moving, lifting Abby off his lap he got to his feet and helped her up. Keeping hold of her hand they walked hurriedly towards the cabin leaving their things behind. This time Abby was certain they would make it inside the cabin. Despite the warm air surrounding them she shivered in anticipation, not only because she would finally get to see him in nothing but the speedos, but because she knew he wouldn't stop his adulation of her body until she was completely satisfied.
TBC...