Author: Kasperka PM
GAbby lemons. It starts off innocently enough, with an attempt to help. Rated M for the future. Intro taken from LiKARU-chan's "Poor little goth girl". Great story. Go, read itRated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Abby S. & Leroy Jethro Gibbs - Chapters: 17 - Words: 16,591 - Reviews: 100 - Favs: 51 - Follows: 95 - Updated: 08-19-09 - Published: 07-28-08 - id: 4429303
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Disclaimer: Yes, you've caught me. It's actually all mine. I am the master of all I survey… or something. And since I'm watching NCIS clips on YouTube, what does that make me? :D But, really, I don't own anything.
Author's note: I know I'm a terrible person for writing chapter 15 and I apologize and hope I can make up for it with 16 and 17. I just needed to get it out of the way. Thanks for all the reviews. Cookies for everybody!!!
It was really a simple thing. Their fingers entwined. Her lips lightly touching his neck while she rested her head on his shoulder and played with his hair, his thumb tracing invisible patterns on the exposed skin of her neck. Their breathing slow and for the first time in a long time Gibbs felt completely relaxed. He let the feeling of her fingers and her body pressed against him seep through the usual defenses. It was a pure moment before his baser desires could kick in and he wanted to fully experience it.
Abby, in turn, felt confused. Why wasn't he doing anything? Sure this was all fine and dandy but why the hell was he just so still? Was he having second thoughts? She was a scientist and unresolved things bothered her. They had moved into a gray area, beyond the friendly, but not exactly into the romantic. So she didn't know where she stood exactly. And she fully intended to find out.
"Anything I can help you with, Abby?" he asked, removing the hand that lay on her stomach.
"Oh shit oh shit oh shit! He's really changing his mind. Oh, genius work, Sciutto! You and your big mouth!" Abby thought, but as Gibbs fingers made contact with her thigh, just below the hem of her skirt, the prospect of Gibbs' train of thought changing tracks left her mind completely and was replaced by the sound of his voice, close, soft, with just the slightest hint of strain in it. And as her hem rode up, carefully lifted by his light touch, he spoke again.
"…because, you know, I don't want you to be confused by anything… Anything at all… So, tell me… Abby… What is this problem that has my favorite girl… confused?"
Abby was trying really hard to remember one single word of English. Or French. Hell, Swahili would come in handy right about now, but all the vocabulary in the world just couldn't get though the haze in her head. Gibbs' fingers had traveled up, up… over her stockings, running a digit along a garter strap until he reached her panties. He hooked a finger in them and snapped them, making Abby shudder and let out a small choking noise.
"Very quiet, now, I see."
His fingers had reached her belly and were slowly sliding into her underwear. One part of his brain screamed at him to stop it this instant. Toying with somebody mentally was alright and all, but this was taking it too far. This was Abby, his rational brain barked. Remember Abby? The one you have warm, protective feelings for?
But Gibbs didn't want to listen. He just wanted to make her shiver again.
"Not a second ago you were yelling at me to get out of your lab. Do you still want me to go, Abby?" He said as he stopped his infuriatingly slow progress to the place where she wanted to be touched the most.
She shook her head.
"Good girl" he said, smiling into her neck when the hand she kept running through his hair gave an involuntary squeeze at the commendation.
He was liking this and she could feel it. His erection was pressing into her backside, making her want to grind against it. But for some reason unknown to her, she just stood there, like a deer caught in the headlights, completely unable to move, hypnotized by his fingers, halfway in her panties, his other hand holding her neck and his voice deep and seductive in her ear. It really wasn't fair, she mused. How the hell was he remaining so controlled, the silver haired bastard?
"What would you like? Would you like me to stop? Or keep going?"
Damn tease. She had had enough of this pussyfooting. She took a second to make a pros and cons list in her head. We're friends – yes. Did she really want to compromise that? – oh, boy, did she! So, what was the hold up? It was time to get a grip and act on this unexpected, but not unwelcome attraction.
She quickly turned to face him and placed one hand on his neck and the other on his chest. She felt his heart speed up at her sudden move and had to smirk.
He really couldn't help how his body reacted when she looked up at him through those long lashes.
"No more evasive maneuvers, gunny…"
Holy Mark Harmon, that took forever. I hope the use of the word "pussyfooting" wasn't entirely wrong. I need a native speaker beta, damn it…