Author's Note: I know, it's been FOREVER since we've updated. And we haven't even started writing again - this was just waiting for us to read it through for errors before posting. So here it is - for Jo.R, who is suffering from Lack of Gabby Syndrome at the moment. XD

-A-

When I wake up, Gibbs’ arms are still around me, and I smile, snuggling a little closer and revelling in the warmth of his embrace. My flogged skin protests as I move, and I wonder just how bruised I am today. I’m too lazy to check now, though; it’s so wonderfully relaxing just lying here, listening to Gibbs breathe.

-G-

I wake when I feel her snuggling against me, but take a few moments to sort my thoughts. Last night, the day, the night before that… it’s all happening so fast, but I enjoy holding her like this. She’s contentedly lying by my side, but I can tell she’s awake even as she attempts to fake a snore.

Amused, I get up, tuck the blanket around her and kiss her forehead. “Enjoy your dreams, sleepy girl.” I leave the bedroom to take my morning shower.

-A-

I grin and roll into the warm spot he’s vacated, burrowing under the blankets. When I hear the shower start up, I contemplate leaving the comfort of the bed to go and join him, eventually deciding it’s worth the effort.

Sitting up, I peel the covers back from my legs and examine my bruises. They’re only slight, but they’re there, and I run my hands over the marks, feeling totally proud of them. My head’s still a little fuzzy, though, and it got worse the second Gibbs left the room. Right now, all I want to do is hug him.

I get up and follow him into the bathroom. He’s still in the shower, so I pull off my barely-there shirt and step into the cubicle after him, sliding my arms around his waist and pressing my cheek between his shoulder-blades.

-G-

“Morning, Abbs.”

I turn around when I feel her head against my shoulders, kissing her good morning. I could definitely get used to this girl around me more often, but I don’t want to scare her away by moving too fast and too soon. And she probably has different worries right now. I put my hands on her thighs, guiding them apart to check the results of our game.

“You okay?”

-A-

“It’s a good kind of pain,” I reassure him, and he nods, understanding.

I submit to his careful touch, soothed by the concern and attention. Once he’s satisfied that my injuries aren’t too severe, he pulls me under the stream of water, enfolding me in his arms. I sigh happily, the combination of the water and his skin against mine making me immeasurably content. This is the way things should be. I’ve waited so long for this…

“Love you, sir,” I murmur against his neck, not expecting a reply, just needing to remind him of what he should already know.

-G-

Touched by the loving murmur, I spell ‘love you, too’ against her neck. It doesn’t matter if she makes it out or not; she knows it’s true either way. For a while I enjoy holding her, then I remember the day’s schedule and start washing her, knowing that we’ll have to get moving if we want to eat breakfast before we go to work.

-A-

It takes me a second to process the soft gestures against my skin, but when I do I can’t stop the smile that sweeps across my face. He expresses the sentiment so rarely that it always thrills me. I don’t want to let go of him, but time’s ticking on, so I let him wash me, tilting his head under the shower spray with a grin to wash off a streak of shampoo that he’d missed.

-G-

When I’m pleased with the result, I nudge her out of the shower to take care of myself, washing quickly to make up for the time we lost. If we hurry we can at least still have coffee, and maybe I have crackers somewhere. Reluctantly, I leave the shower to dry myself off, watching her as she works on her hair.

-A-

His eyes are on me, and I meet them in the mirror. “I made us late, huh?”

-G-

“Not yet, Abbs.” I grin at her. “If we left now we’d be on time. But I’m not going to share this view with David and DiNozzo. And I hope McGee hasn’t seen you like this for a while, either.”

-A-

I finish tying up my pigtails and shed the towel wrapped around my body, locating fresh underwear and beginning to pull it on. “Oh, I dunno… You wouldn’t want me walking around the lab like this all day?” Fastening my bra and turning to face him, I raise an eyebrow. “Just this and my lab coat?”

-G-

If she’s trying to tempt me, she succeeds; the mere idea turns me on. Torn between feeling possessive and getting a kick out of the very idea of my girl barely dressed under that white coat of hers… I shake my head at her.

“You try that, and you’ll get the public spanking to go with the outfit.”

-A-

I flash him a victorious smile, knowing I’ve intrigued him. And the idea of a public spanking is kinda hot, I have to admit. But work isn’t the place for one of those. “I’ll behave, sir.” He nods, beginning to turn away, and I can’t resist adding, “Maybe one night when we’re working late? Pretty please?”

-G-

“If you make sure all security cameras are taken care of, and we’re sure there’s no one else around.” She nods at that, and I can’t resist teasing back. “Skipping around mostly naked, or bending over my desk for me?”

-A-

Just thinking about it makes my skin flush, and I bend at the waist to scoop my skirt off the floor, aware of his appreciative gaze. “Anything you want, sir.”

-G-

At the point she’s fixed her skirt and pulled on a shirt, I know I won’t last the day like this. I shouldn’t let her tempt me this way when we don’t have the time, but I doubt it’ll take long for either of us. “On the counter, girl. Briefs down and spread your legs for me.”

-A-

Celebrating inwardly, I do as he asks, knowing he’ll feel how wet I am, hoping he’ll choose to comment on it. The counter feels cold under my thighs, a stark contrast to the heat between my legs, and I squirm a little in anticipation as I watch him approach me.

-G-

I step between her legs, checking her to make sure she’s ready. “You like your own fantasies, little tease?” Pushing a pigtail out of the way, I nip at her neck. “Come when you want, but one thing, my girl…” I unzip and pull her against me. “If we’re late because of this, your ass is mine when we get home. Understood?”

-A-

“Yes, sir.” His fingers make me shiver. His lips against my neck are torturous. And when he pushes into me, I almost lose it right there. Hooking my legs around his waist to draw him in, I can’t help but gasp, “Oh, fuck…”

-G-

“Yeah,” I agree, drawing out slightly to push deeper inside of her. “That’s just the point.” I’ll take what I want, give her what she wants and then we’ll rearrange our clothes and head out to work. Part of me can’t believe that I’m just fucking my beautiful forensic scientist at random, giving in to her tempting scenario.

“I won’t put you on my desk when we play at work,” I whisper into her ear. “I’ll take you over yours.”

-A-

His words send my breath tumbling out in a desperate sigh as I imagine that. The image of him taking me at work, on the desk that I work at every day, is just too hot for words. “I’d be so ready for you, sir,” I whisper to him. “Just like this…”

-G-

“You’d better be,” I grit out, thrusting in harder. “Or I’d have to punish you first. Though for a little tease like you, there’s not much of a difference between the two, huh?”

-A-

I dig my fingers into his shirt, grazing my teeth across his neck in a playful bite, and the growl that results almost makes me come undone. “I can’t help it, sir… just being near you is enough to turn me on…”

-G-

“Poor girl.” I don’t bother holding back anymore, losing myself in the images of my girl desperately trying to hide being turned on from me and the rest of the team.

-A-

Feeling Gibbs grind hard against me, surrendering to the fantasy we’ve created together, pushes me over the edge with a cry of release. Tingling all over, I wrap myself around him, trailing breathless kisses over his neck. “So are we late yet?” I’m too mellowed out to care – I’ll take a punishment if I have to. It was worth it, for this.

-G-

I hold her against me, but swat her thigh when I hear her words. “We are. But you’ll suffer for that tonight. For now, we should get ready before people start to wonder why we’re both late. You know how Tony’s mind works.”

-A-

Reluctantly, I let him release me, trying to focus my mind back on the tasks at hand. Clothes… car… the Navy Yard… science. Okay, I can do this. Even if all I wanna do is grab the phone and tell the Director that Gibbs and I both got the plague, and need a month off work to recuperate. In bed. Together.

-G-

Forcing myself to be sensible, I fix my clothes and go to get my stuff, waiting for her to follow. I focus my thoughts on the case we’ve just wrapped up, dragging my mind out of the gutter with an effort.

We get to the car at around the time I should be showing up at the Navy Yard, and I take her arm, turning her to look at me. “You only show up for work when you’re called in, today. I’m taking you back to your place now, and I want you pack everything you’ll need for tonight.”

-A-

A rush of anticipation sweeps through me, and I grin up at him. “Really?”

-G-

“No, Abby.” I roll my eyes at her teasing. “I’ll go back to vanilla play and I’m gonna wait a month before I touch you again. Happy?”

-A-

Quietly amused, I pout at him sulkily, safe in the knowledge that he won’t follow up on that threat. I hope. “Well, if that’s what you want, sir…”

-G-

I wait until we’re in the car before I pinch her for pouting at me. “Don’t tempt me to go through with it to teach you a lesson, pretty. You wouldn’t like it; I wouldn’t like it; nobody would win. Keep your mind occupied with different stuff. You should repeat your rules a couple of times. I expect you to know them even if I wake you in the middle of the night, or while I’m buried deeply inside of you. So you’d better learn them well.”

-A-

As tantalizing as the image of Gibbs waking me up with not-so-innocent touches is, the idea of being punished in that way pushes it aside. I can’t imagine anything worse right now. “I will, sir.”

I keep my head on his shoulder as he drives, my eyes following the familiar streets as my mind wanders. When he gets to my apartment block he pulls up outside, letting the engine idle, and I give him a kiss goodbye that lingers maybe a little too long. “Don’t suppose you wanna blow off work and come up, sir?”

The corners of his lips twitch in reply, and I pop open the car door with a sigh. “Well, at least I tried. Call me in when you catch a case.”

As he tells me goodbye, I leave the car behind, making for my apartment. I could probably use another shower before I get the call to go in, one that doesn’t eventually lead to dirty talk and quick fucks.