Yay! Epilogue is finally here! And it's super long! Thanks to everyone who followed and/or reviewed. :)
The last two months had seemed to drag on for Abby, with days that were filled not only with work but also with weekly therapy appointments. The Director had been kind enough not to pry further into her reasoning behind suddenly wanting to see a therapist, but instead approved the paperwork that would allow her to find a therapist of her own for which NCIS would pay. With a friend's recommendation, she was able to locate a younger woman who was in an alternative band on the weekends, and was a bit easier to talk with than those she typically pictured at the mention of "therapy."
She was slowly reaching the point where she was sleeping through the night without jerking back to consciousness from nightmares that echoed in her mind. Abby had made the decision not to tell the rest of the team about what had happened, and both Ducky and Gibbs had respected her decision. Though she knew that Ziva would likely understand, she knew that rather than serve as an empathetic release for Ziva, it would simply become another of her burdens.
~*~*NCIS~*~*~NCIS~*~*~
Gibbs and Abby were curled up on the couch watching a John Wayne movie on the DVD player Abby bought for him. She had discovered early on that unless it involved Bruce Willis-type action, it was best just to settle on a western. Though she did have plans to sneak a superhero movie in and maybe work her way to romantic comedy from there.
It had been a leisurely weekend, neither on-call. The two had gone fishing early that morning, catching relatively little much to Gibbs's chagrin. Having given up by noon, they decided their efforts would be best spent relaxing, Gibbs working in the basement and Abby reading some of the latest articles on forensic techniques and equipment. Now, their stomachs full of the fish that had been caught earlier, along with several vegetables prepared to make up for the lack of meat, Abby was drowsing on the sofa, curled up so that her legs fell in between Gibbs's splayed legs, and her torso and head rested on his chest. Gibbs gently stroked her hair, only half of his mind on the movie.
Abby lifted her head and propped herself up so that her face was aligned with his.
Gibbs smirked at her. "Yes?"
She grinned giddily. "Hi!"
He chuckled at her happiness, thankful she seemed to be almost her normal self once more. He could tell his team understood that something had happened that they weren't privy to, but they knew better than to pry. Abby had told him that Tony knew about the change in their relationship, and he was certain Ziva had figured it out. McGee he wasn't entirely certain of, but if he didn't already know, Tony was sure to tell him soon enough. Gibbs figured by that point it would be best to beat Tony to the punch, given McGee's previous, or perhaps still current, feelings for Abby. Apparently his time with Abby was already making him a softie.
Abby leaned forward and kissed Gibbs, disrupting the smile he still wore from her silliness. He released her lips as normal, still expecting to continue the slow and cautious physical contact they had begun inching towards. But once more Abby captured his lips and kissed him deeply as she pulled herself further up his body so that she could wrap her arms around his shoulders.
Gibbs savored the deep kiss, trying to keep himself from becoming too aroused so that he wouldn't get carried away. Instead, Abby climbed further upward so that she straddled Gibbs, forcing his legs together as they kissed, her tongue slipping in to meet his.
Gibbs moaned deeply at the feel of her pelvis pushing against his own as she closed the gap between them. It wasn't until Abby started running her hands under his shirt that he broke apart from her.
"Abbs, if you keep going like this I don't know that I'll be able to stop."
Abby smiled at him, "It's okay if you don't."
"You sure?"
She nodded briefly. "I trust you, Jethro."
Gibbs still hesitated, letting Abby take over again, pulling his shirt over his head and kissing him deeply. Now obviously aroused, Gibbs pulled Abby to him and stood up with her, wrapping her legs around his waist as he went. The marine moved towards the stairs, Abby still wrapped tightly around him. She broke away from his lips and started to kiss down his neck and upper chest, taking note of each toned muscle. Abby was lightly sucking on his collarbone when Gibbs placed her on the bed.
"Wow…" Abby gasped for air, looking around. "I didn't even realize we were already upstairs!" She giggled shortly, only a little surprised at how enthralled she'd been with Gibbs's muscles.
Gibbs smiled slightly at her, leaning down to kiss her slowly. Abby moved further back onto the bed, pulling her own shirt off as she went. Following her onto the center of the bed, Gibbs leaned down to kiss his way up her stomach, finding his way inch by inch to the lacy bra she wore. He brushed his lips along the lace, feeling her shiver from the light touch. Gently, Gibbs reached underneath Abby and unhooked the bra clasp with speedy expertise before slipping it off her.
He sat back on his heels, taking in the moment. Abby watched him above her, swallowing the quick lump that rose up in her throat, and reminded herself that it was Gibbs in front of her – the man who would die to protect her, not the twisted one from her nightmares. Gibbs sensed her hesitation and lied down on the bed next to her, positioned to look at her.
"Tell me if you want to stop."
Abby met his eyes. "No, I want to keep going. I want you to keep going."
Nodding at her words, Gibbs closed the gap between them, pressing his lips to hers. Simultaneously he slid a hand downward and under the waistband of the boxers and underwear she wore. Abby let out a moan as he lightly pressed against her clit with his thumb, alternating between light and heavy pressure.
"Always wanted to be the reason you made that sound." Gibbs smirked at her.
"And I imagine you'll be the cause of that plus many other sounds in the future." Abby smirked in return, but was shortly cut off as a shudder ran through her body. Gibbs had begun stroking just inside her folds, causing Abby to grow even wetter at his soft rubbing. He lifted his fingers from her, receiving a groan of frustration in return, and tugged at the boxers and underwear, bringing both down past her ankles and off.
Gibbs flicked his eyes up and down her naked skin, "So gorgeous."
Abby smiled at his demeanor and reached up to unbutton his jeans, tugging on them to signal for Gibbs to pull them off. He obliged happily, taking his boxers with them.
Abby's eyes raked across Gibbs's body, taking in as much as possible in a short span of time, knowing that she wouldn't be focused much longer.
As if reading her thoughts, Gibbs closed the space between them once more, bringing his mouth downward to explore her with his tongue. Abby gasped at the sudden pleasure, writhing against the bed as Gibbs flicked his tongue lightly across her clit, slowly winding her tighter. She clutched at the sheets underneath her as she steadily climbed closer to the brink, moaning at each quick movement. With sudden force, Gibbs flattened his tongue fully against her, pushing two fingers into her and stroking her wet folds quickly.
Abby arched her back at the force of her orgasm, calling out Gibbs's name with a satisfied moan. Gibbs released her, letting her orgasm writhe through her so that she had energy to spare.
He hung over her as her climax waned and Abby stilled, a smile lazily suspended on her face.
"Wow, Jethro."
He simply smirked at her in response, sitting back on the bed.
Hesitantly Abby moved towards Gibbs, shuffling downward on the bed. Gibbs touched her arm lightly, making her stop.
"It's fine, Abbs."
"But, I… I wanted to…reciprocate."
Gibbs shook his head. "You'll have time later. I just want you to be comfortable." With that, Gibbs lied on his back and motioned for Abby to straddle him. "This way you're in control."
Abby studied the Special Agent in front of her, surprised by his actions. "Jethro, I'm okay."
He nodded, "I know." He remained in place on the bed.
Abby obliged, straddling and smiling at the man who would likely continue to surprise her at every turn. Gibbs pulled her down to him so that she laid fully over him, pressed up against him. He stroked her cheek with his thumb, pushing himself up to kiss her gently. Abby could feel herself getting aroused again, his erection pressing up against her.
Abby concentrated on Gibbs, as she adjusted herself upward into a seated position. It had been over a month and a half since her last nightmare that had involved Gibbs directly, but thoughts of her captives still entered her mind throughout the week, sometimes appearing in dreams.
"Abbs." Gibbs's voice snapped her from her thoughts. "We don't have to." He was running his thumb along her thigh reassuringly. "Won't be mad."
The concern that showed on his face made Abby's heart surge for him, a calming feeling overtaking her. Instead of responding Abby lifted herself up on her knees and inched him into her, both of them letting out deep moans at the feel.
Gibbs waited patiently, allowing Abby to take control and begin moving her hips to grind against him. After a few moments, he pulled her down to him, aligning their hips before he gently manipulated their position so that they were side-by-side. Abby swung a leg over his as an anchor, and they quickly found a smooth rhythm, the two thrusting in time with each other.
Abby snaked her arms around his back, pulling him on top of her as she flipped onto her back.
Gibbs paused, hovering over her. "Ya sure?" He was worried about the positioning, and the memories that could flood her from the control he would have.
Abby nodded slowly. "Yeah. I'm sure."
Gibbs lifted a hand to her hair and brushed it back with a smile. Cautiously he thrust his hips forward, almost shivering from the pleasure he received as she tightened around him. His thrusts increased in speed and force as Abby moaned and called out his name. She reached around him and dug her nails into his back as she felt herself reaching another climax. Gibbs reached between them and began to stroke her clit simultaneously, determined to give her as much pleasure as possible for their first time together.
Abby crashed over the edge quickly, writhing under Gibbs as he sped up, bringing himself to climax as well, spilling into her with relief.
He brought himself down next to her on the bed, stroking her hair as he kissed her temple lovingly. "Okay?"
Abby chuckled. "More than." She wagged her eyebrows at him.
"I meant-"
"I know. And yeah…I'm okay." Abby settled next to him, her heart rate and breathing calming from their foray. "I realize now that it's not my fault that you were found out, and I'm coping with everything that happened to me. There are still the moments when I think about what I could've done and then it spirals into shoulda-woulda-coulda, but Dr. Trites is helping with that. She says I need to focus on the now, not the then."
"Smart woman."
"I'm getting there." Abby paused. "I was thinking about telling Tony what happened."
"Really?"
Abby nodded. "We've always been so close, and I know he'll be really overprotective, but I kind of would like someone else to talk to other than you and Dr. Trites and maybe Ducky. And of anyone, it would be Tony. I'm not planning on telling Kyle or Luca; I just don't want to worry them with it, ya know? They already worry about bombs and whatnot as it is. But Tony would understand. And that would take some of the burden off of you, ya know?"
"Don't mind it, Abbs."
Abby smiled at him. "I know. And I love that. That you don't mind. But I know, realistically, that there are going to be times when you will be off on a mission or something, and having someone else around just in case would be nice."
"Your decision."
Abby snuggled into his chest, content to be wrapped in his arms. If this was the rest of her life, she could easily concentrate on the now, and on nothing else ever again.