A/N: short chapter - by design
Fri. 6/25/10
Next morning finds Tim awakening to the sounds of Abby's roadster pulling up into the driveway. Frowning as anger begins to seep into his thoughts, he gently disengages his physical body from the intertwined pile that through the night has become himself and Leroy wrapped around each other in every way comfortable. With one last look to make sure his lover is still soundly sleeping, Tim slips from the room, more than willing to take this challenge on if it means Leroy is saved from having to experience any more heartache from this woman's childish possessiveness.
Before she's even gotten one step up on the porch, Tim is meeting her there, firmly stepping into her space so that she has no choice but to step back to keep from walking into him. He stubbornly holds his silence as he keeps moving forward, leaving her no choice but to continuously back up. Not letting up until they've gotten all the way back to her car this way, he opens the driver's door for her, keeping it between her and himself - and finally speaks to her. "What are you doin' here, Abby? Did you not take me seriously when I told you to stay away from Gibbs?"
"Have you looked at Gibbs lately, McGee? He looks like a grown man to me. I'm pretty sure he's been making up his own mind for more years now that you've even been alive." She replies snidely. "So, it's pretty certain that you can't stop me from coming to see him!"
"I meant what I told you. You're not gonna hurt him again." Tim states firmly, his tone not to be argued with.
"Not on your watch, I know. I heard you, McGee! But, I meant what I said, too. "You can't stop me from coming to see him!"
"Actually, I can. And I will keep stopping you until you get your attitude adjusted, Completely! Now, I'm asking you nicely. PLEASE, go away and leave us alone."
"Fine!" Abby huffs out angrily. Turning away to get into her car a Cheshire cat grin lights up her face as a plan forms in her mind. There's more than one way to get this 'relationship' dissolved back into the nothingness from where it came!
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Already been awakened by the sound of Abby's roadster pulling into his driveway and the engine being turned off, upstairs, Leroy has quickly resolved to deal with her without letting Tim be hurt by her again, when his own movements are swiftly checked by Tim's lightning fast response, his feet hitting the floor before Leroy's even drawn his next breath.
Tim' was gone from the bed in a gentle flash even as Leroy stilled himself under the heat of the younger man's concerned gaze, apparently pausing in his motions, probably to make sure he was still asleep. Letting his lover have this bit of control that he can where Abby is concerned, Leroy had remained still until after he'd gone from the room.
Taking himself over to the window immediately after hearing Tim's quick footfalls on the steps, and without raising the shade, Leroy heard their conversation clearly. What he heard as he'd gently moved one small blade of shade enough that he could see them as they talked, shocked him He and Tim hadn't talked about Abby again since the first night Tim returned home after his ordeal with her friend.
Hearing just now that Tim has spoken to her and told her not to come near Leroy again so she won't hurt him again, brought a tightness to his heart, a warmth and ...before he'd processed it further, Abby's expression as she turned away from Tim had drawn his attention then and his concern. She was obviously not done fighting them on this. The question he had to ask himself as he saw what she did next while Tim backed away and headed for the house. She'd taken out her phone and actually made a call once seated back in her car, leaving Gibbs to wonder, what is she planning now? After the shenanigans she's already pulled, he doesn't trust her. That means he needed to pull out all the stops to make sure she wasn't up to no good.
Pulling out his phone now, he makes a call. He's not happy to have to make it, but he's more than prepared to do so to keep Tim safe from Abby's machinations. "I know it's early and I know this isn't what you had in mind when you said no more discussion."
"What happened?"
"Abby was just here."
"And?"
"And I didn't like the grin on her face when she was making a call as soon as she got turned away at the door, Leon! I want her calls traced! I don't want her getting a second crack at Tim!"
"Consider it done. This time. I can't sanction it the next time."
"There won't be a next time." Gibbs growls.
Snapping his phone shut, he tosses it onto the bedside table. Hitting the head, he takes care of business and is just stepping into the shower when his hands on the shower curtain are joined by Tim's. Taking care not to knock each other over, they both come to a standstill under the spray of water, smiling at the sight they must be to each other with water cascading over their heads.
Without a word, Tim closes the tiny space between them and tenderly kisses Leroy as he eases a step forward, urging the older man to step back - further up under the water. With a little foot shuffle, Tim has his lover standing where the water's no longer hitting him directly in the face as he begins to gently scrub him clean, starting with his scalp.
Leroy can't tear his eyes away from his lover's beautiful expression; concentration mixed with adoration, even as his physical body is treated to a cleansing so tender and intimate, it literally feels like he's being coated with love. Watching the younger man stay on task, despite his own physical reaction to this connection, Leroy smiles tenderly, reaching out to card his fingers through Tim's hair.
The silver haired man deliberately refrains from touching that beautiful, steadily thickening muscle now brushing against his own. It's taking all of his self-control not to let loose and touch his love everywhere, but he knows that Tim is enraptured in these moments of intimacy without all of that and he has to agree; it does feel golden. In fact, it feels like heaven. It feels - like love.
His lover's ministrations bring a warm smile to Tim's face as he soaks up what he knows Leroy is trying to say without words. He feels the vibes between them in this moment; the love, trust and hunger for each other. Briefly, he pauses in his task, already having reached the older man's upper thighs with the scrubber, he stands back upright, moves his hands to the older man's hips and leans in to issue him an invitation through a kiss. Melding their mouths together, Tim moves his hands yet again, this time, pulling his lover closer, wrapping his arms around him, all thoughts of completing the washing, hastily tossed aside.
Only the necessity of breathing breaks them apart, tender smiles on both their faces as Tim breathes raggedly while he returns to the task of washing his lover from head to toe. He's almost done and has successfully done it without actually allowing himself to touch Leroy in his most intimate places. Yet.
With that saucy thought in mind and his lover's appreciative shifting in an obvious physical request for more, Tim continues on, allowing the golden sensual silence envelope them and hold them closely to the moment. Their eyes find each other's and in synch, lock together, Tim's hands still making delicious love to Leroy's body in sensual slow motion that is reflected back at him in his lover's eyes. The heat...has undoubtedly been turned up and together, they bask in it.
Ten minutes later, with both of them keyed up enough to snap, Tim smiles hungrily at his lover, drops to his knees and swallows Leroy whole, wringing forth a gasp of pure pleasure from the older man. "Oh, Tim!"
Quickly and with all the muscles he has available, he masterfully works his lover's rod over until the older man is keening almost mindlessly. "Don't ...stop...oh...Tim...Gonna...Nggghhh!"
Not stopping until his lover is completely clean, Tim then slowly gets to his feet and is met by the crushing of Leroy's mouth to his own, the older man's hands desperately cradling Tim's own rod and beginning to pay homage to it in similar fashion.
Needing to breathe, Tim rips his mouth away from Leroy's with a herculean effort, his breath ragged and loud. "God, Le..roy...don't...stop!" Nearly spent with exhaustion, Tim's head falls to back against the shower wall with a thump, even as his climax rushes up from the soles of his feet, causing him to hold on to this lover tightly. "oh, God! LEROOY!
A tender smile playing on his face as he licks Tim clean, the older man nestles him into his arms, both of them going silent as they soak up this moment too. Only when the water begins to cool, do they eventually move to step out of the shower and dry each other off just enough that they're no longer dripping or uncomfortable. Wrapped in towels, they make it back to the bed, and cuddle, too tired and emotionally wrapped up in the moments, the night and morning they've just given each other to do or say anything more. This is theirs to cherish. No one can take it from them.
********NCIS*********
Finding a seat on one of the stone benches in the University Botanical Garden, Abby sighs nervously. She's not sure she's done the right thing here, but it's too late to turn back now because the person she called earlier is already here walking toward her with one hand in her light jacket pocket and expectation clear in her expression.
"Abby."
"Hi, Sarah. Thank you for meeting me here."
"What did you want to tell me that you couldn't tell me in the sub shop the other day?" The younger woman asks testily. "
"You asked me what happened between your brother and I. I was still in shock, myself so I couldn't really give you an answer. I felt bad about that. For your grandmother, too. "
"And you're ready to tell me now?" Sarah asked doubtfully. "That's what you promised me over the phone. That's why I'm here."
"Yes. I am." Abby answers without hesitation. "I know you doubt that. But, it's true. Just like what I'm about to tell you is true."
"Can't be good if we're meeting someplace this private."
"It's just really, really personal." The Lab Rat defends her choice of locale.
"Yeah, I gathered that. Okay. Spill it. What the hell happened between you and my brother the other day that set him off like that? And before you start - remember, I know what it takes to set him off."
"Tim was pissed at me because I figured out who he's seeing now. Sleeping with , actually." Abby stated scornfully.
"And you're jealous because he got tired of waiting for you so you wanted to give him hell for it. Sarah surmised flippantly.
"I did want to give him hell for it, Sarah. I won't lie about that."
"So, you're saying it wasn't because you were jealous?" Sarah demanded angrily. "And you expect me to believe that after the crappy way you've treated him all these years while he practically worshipped the ground you walked on?"
Abby shakes her head in denial, her reply surprisingly remorseful. "I wasn't jealous."
"Okay. What were you then?" Sarah asked scornfully.
Abby's buttons at this point have been pushed too far, by the changes in her 'family' and her Timmy's behavior towards her not even an hour before, Gibbs' absence through all of this and now Tim's little sister's attitude. This time her response comes out hot, angry and brutally honest. "I was pissed!"
"Why? " Sarah asks with matching anger and without hesitation. "What could you possibly be pissed at Tim about just because he's found someone to get close enough to that he's allowed himself to get that intimate with them?"
"I know the person your brother's involved with; that's what." The older woman throws back heatedly.
"And what? You dislike them or something?"
"NO!" Abby yells out. "It's ..."
"For cryin' out loud, Abby! Spit it out, will you? What the hell is wrong with the person Tim's sleeping with?"
"It's Gibbs!" Abby lashes out angrily. "How am I supposed to be okay with that? Timmy was mine!" Stalking away, she swipes at the tears as they stream down her face; the sense of betrayal that new relationship brings to her, hitting her anew. Caught up in the emotional storm she's set in motion for herself with the call she'd placed to Sarah to get the woman here, Abby fails to notice anything beyond her own wave of misery. She sinks down to the merry go round she's stumbled across now and pulls her knees up to her chin, wrapping her hands around them, her tears falling like rain .
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Left behind the Lab Rat's angry revelation, Sarah is reeling as she watches the older woman walk away. Waiting until she's disappeared from view before finally withdrawing her hand from her pocket, open cell phone in hand, Sarah lifts it to her ear with a hand that's shaking with the depth of the anger coursing through her right now as she speaks into it. "Did you hea...?" "This can't be right...What do...?"
"I'll handle it."
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Stirring to wakefulness, Leroy sighs deeply. He's content. Scratch that. He's in heaven! Enough so that he's been drawn subconsciously, from his hibernation and into the light, to this place where his inhibitions have slipped away unnoticed and he's completely comfortable being the peeled away onion with more layers to him than those around him could have even guessed existed. It's made him a much happier person. He'd long ago lost hope of ever enjoying life like this again.
Tim has given all of it back to him; that hope; that realization and that fulfillment. In small ways and in big ones, the younger man has wrapped himself around Leroy's heart in such a way, that there's no vision of tomorrow without Tim in it, right by his side. It takes his breath away to feel this deeply about someone again especially so fast. Putting aside their long -standing working relationship; the close, private relationship has developed so fast, yet so strongly and without pitfalls or pain from each other directly that it is simply amazing to him. In these quiet moments spent holding his lover, Leroy Jethro Gibbs has never felt more loved or in love in his life.
He can feel his lover's happiness before he even opens his eyes. Tim smiles as love and over-biding joy fills his heart anew. This is what life is meant to be. Sharing it with someone who makes you feel this way - every day. He can't imagine a day without Leroy in it now. Snuggling the man closer to him Tim sighs with the contentment he feels. "Good morning." He murmurs into his lover's hair as he kisses him tenderly above his ear.
"Afternoon." Leroy corrects him with a soft smile in return as he kisses him back in kind, his hands trailing their way up and down Tim's arms softly.
"Is it?" Tim wonders with surprise, his eyes widening in the way that brings happiness to Leroy's heart.
"Had a busy mornin'" The older man quips with a grin that he can't hide.
"We did, didn't we?" Tim chuckles. "Every morning should start like that. Minus the Abby part, of course."
"Tim..." Leroy's tone is serious now because he wants this resolved in a way that they're working though it together. While he appreciates what Tim's done about to this point; the strength of character that he's relying on - they're in this relationship together and that includes the bad with the good. Tim needs to be reminded of that - reminded that he doesn't have to fight their battles alone.
Shaking his head, Tim sits up, drawing Leroy with him. "No. She doesn't belong in our bed Leroy; not even in conversation." Just as he wouldn't let his own negative vault of emotions into their bed, he won't let anything about their ordeal with Abby there either. It's certainly a discussion for a different time and place other than here and now. Now, belongs to them and here, most definitely belongs to them and them alone.
"Okay." Leroy smiles as he leans in for a kiss. Pulling back a little he smirks. "Does breakfast?"
With a huff of laughter, Tim saucily offers his immediate response. "That can be arranged." Immediately he rolls his lover under him and quickly sets about showing him just how well they can feed each other's hunger.
