Author's note: My brain does weird things when I watch TV Shows. Enjoy, please don't hate me. Don't like it, don't read it.
It wasn't often that the power went out in the NCIS building, no like seriously, it's gone out twice in the past ten years; but right now was one of those really rare moments. Abby's lab, based in the somewhat half submerged basement that it was in, was one of the darkest places in the building when the power was out at night, aside from places obviously deep inside the building where there was no window access.
The power outage was due to maintenance necessary from severe storm damage, and there was nothing they could do. Power was down for half the city right now, all NCIS could do was work under battery powered lights with pen, paper, and as Tony liked to say, "good ol' fashioned police work."
Abby, however, was more than comfortable in her lab. She knew her layout like the back of her hand, and had no problem navigating around the equipment in the ballistics lab as she made her way to her desk. She had an emergency box of candles for power outages, and for stress relief, because candles were magic that way. She was just about to sit down in her desk chair, when a pair of very strong hands settled on her hips.
She stilled, instinctively knowing somehow that the person touching her would never hurt her, but at this moment so stunned, she didn't know how she knew that. Abby was pulled back to chest against her captor, and then spun around firmly but gently, and she could tell that the person who was mysteriously holding her in the dark knew her well. This was no stranger, this was someone she saw almost every day, someone who just was familiar.
One strong arm wound its way around her, holding her back, and the other strong but gentle, calloused palm cupping along her cheek and the back of her neck. It was an extremely intimate gesture, and Abby found herself just being swept away by the soft affections that were rumbling through the firm and solid chest she was pressed against. Somehow her back met the wall, and then those safe and strong hands were pulling her into an incredibly soft and slow kiss. Warm and dry lips moved against hers, coaxing her to respond to their affections, and when those mysteriously strong hands combed up and into her half loose hair and tugged a bit…
Abby threw caution to the wind and wound her arms around her secret admirer's neck, a small voice in the back of her mind noting the broadness of the muscles, the upright posture, and the familiar texture of worn and soft fabric. She responded to the kiss, her mouth opening to theirs and her soft lips moving over their dry ones, and Abby slowly slid her tongue along their bottom lip, hoping that they would never let her go. She was drowning in the sensation of whoever this was, and all she wanted was more.
A soft growling moan was mumbled through the lips kissing her, and she was pressed more firmly against the wall, hand tangling in her hair as their tongues met. It was a hot liquid sensation and pure pleasure as Abby drowned in the taste of the person kissing her more passionately than anyone else had ever kissed her in her life. Her hands couldn't stay still any longer, sliding down the firm and muscled chest, the other sliding up the back of the solid and well muscled neck, over soft and close cut hair at the nape of their neck.
They separated for a moment to catch their breath, and as Abby's chest heaved and she tried to think, collect her thoughts, ask who this was, why were they kissing her, why did they stop, how the hell did they figure out how to kiss this well; she didn't really get the chance to. A knee slid between her legs, and she found a very well muscled thigh pressed against her core, and those hands slid her lab coat off her shoulders, the white fabric slithering to the floor with a whisper of cotton cloth.
Two hands cupped her face in a move that she knew she had felt before, and her eyes widened as her face was turned upwards, and she wished more than anything that she could see at that moment. Because, somehow, just somehow, somewhere deep in the center of her brain that was slightly malfunctioning due to the brain melting kiss, she knew exactly who she would see if even just one teensy tiny little light was on.
Her brain tried to catch up, trying to send warning signals that she knew those hands that knew exactly what they were doing, that were moving with such surety, that were soft, calloused, tender, and warm all at the same time. She felt safe in this person's arms, and she didn't know who this was even. All she knew was that she never wanted this to stop, but she knew who this was, because this presence that she was pressed so pleasurably against, was both very male, and intensely familiar.
So when those lips; those incredibly talented, warm, and soft lips left hers and traveled instead down to her neck, her head lolled back and rested in strong hands against the wall. Their hot mouth sucked on her neck, teeth nipping at her skin in a tantalizing movement that had Abby sinking her teeth into her lips to keep quiet, and all rational thought left her brain. Warm breath swept over her bare neck, and a nose trailed down her throat, over her pulse point, and over the skin of her chest exposed by her dress.
Abby's hand finally moved from the back of the person's neck she was making out with, and the one hand swept up and into a length of surprisingly soft, and thick hair. It wound around her fingers, and she moaned through her teeth as soft skin nuzzled over her breasts and along her throat. Fingertips then came to trace along her left clavicle, mouth following close behind.
It was then that she put all the clues together, when one final, damning, piece of evidence came to be known. Her brain finally came fully back online, and she gasped as she realized with utmost delight, excitement, and arousal that as her nose pressed into soft and warm hair, Abby was drowning in the soft scent of soap, male musk, bourbon, and sawdust. Sawdust.
There was only one person she knew of that almost always smelled softly of sawdust.
Gibbs. Her Gibbs. The Leroy Jethro Gibbs that she had always dreamed of getting to touch for longer than two seconds during a hug. The Gibbs who's hair she had always wanted to run her fingers through, his kisses that she had always wanted to be not on her cheek, but rather on her lips.
Before she could stop herself, Abby found herself whispering, "Gibbs?"
She almost didn't dare to hear his answer, mentally smacking herself for saying anything at all. Instead of freezing up, running away, or any sort of reaction that Abby could possibly dream up, Gibbs let out a soft chuckle against her collarbone. His lips left a soft kiss there, and then he stood up, his hands slipping down to settle at her waist.
"Took ya long enough." His tone was soft, growly, and very fond, a side to him she had very rarely seen. Abby could almost hear the smile in his voice, and she pressed her luck, raising her hands to touch his face, feeling his head lean into the gentle caress.
"It's the only time the security cameras aren't working. The power is completely out, and I had to take the chance." His head turned to press a kiss to her palm. There was a tone to his voice she hadn't heard before, and she couldn't stop herself from stepping forward into his chest, wrapping her arms around his broad back. Gibbs chuckled, that deep low noise in his chest that she secretly loved, his arms coming around her to hold her solidly against his big frame. His heartbeat was steady under her ear, and she found that tucking her face along his throat was as enjoyable as she had always dreamed.
"Come home and keep a grizzled marine company?" There was that unbelievably charming tone in his voice, no doubt accompanied by that duck of his head and soft smile. All she wanted was to kiss him again.
"I'd love to."