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Gibbs awoke in his bed around 8 the next morning, his body sore and with a familiar weight on his chest. 'I don't even remember coming upstairs,' he thought, 'the last thing I remember is talking to Abby in the basement.' He sat up, trying to recall the previous night's events. He groaned out loud as the person laying half on him began to stir.
"What the hell?" Abby's familiar voice startled Gibbs and the memories came flooding back to him. The bourbon, the flirting. The passion between them. Abby sat up and looked around, her eyes growing wide when they landed on Gibbs' face. "How much did we drink, Gibbs? And why am I naked?" she whispered, a grin crossing her face as she realized he was just as naked. "What happened? I mean, I can see what obviously happened, but how di…" she was cut off by a finger over her lips.
"I'm sorry, Abby. I apparently let…something, get out of control, and it shouldn't have." Abby could see what looked like confusion pass over his face at the word something.
"I think we both did, Gibbs. You aren't the only one to blame here, I guess we were both pretty smashed last night." A grin passed over her face as she continued. "I just wish I could remember it." She noticed the look that passed over his face and her grin got wider. "I mean I almost feel kinda cheated here."
Gibbs smiled at her, glad that she wasn't mad and thinking he'd taken advantage of her. If he was honest with himself, he wanted a repeat. He almost felt cheated, himself. And looking at her right now, he wasn't the only one that wanted a repeat. He was startled as Abby stood, wrapping the blanket securely around her body, and made her way to the bathroom down the hall, giving him the bathroom that was in his room. He walked to the bathroom, grabbing his boxers on the way, and when he came back out, Abby had returned to his bed and was now sitting on the edge, the blanket wrapped around her shoulders loosely, but still enough to cover her. He sat down beside her and ran a hand through his hair, rubbing the back of his head as he thought of what to say. "I'm not entirely sure what to think about this," he admitted. "I want to totally forget everything, because it's a situation neither of us should be in, because it's wrong. But I want to remember everything. I need to forget it all though, because if I don't, it's very likely there might just be a repeat." He gave a short laugh at that statement and looked over to find her staring at him, an amused expression on her face.
"A repeat huh?" she laughed at the thought, more intrigued than amused by it. "A drunken repeat," she asked, "or a sober one?" she finished softly, looking back at him to see him staring intently at the floor. He felt the bed shift and looked over to see her lying on her back, the blanket from before underneath her and not covering anything.
"Abby, I'm not sure…" he stopped when she grabbed his hand and pulled him toward her naked form. "Abby, I don't want to hurt you," he said quietly, his body hovering just slightly above hers. He looked down at her naked body and sighed longingly. Gibbs dipped his head down like he was about to kiss her and stopped just short of her lips. In words that were barely a whisper he asked, "Are you sure this is what you want?" and she nodded her head before she felt his lips brush her own. He pulled back slightly to study her face.
"Are you sure this is what you want, Gibbs?" he nodded slowly, and once again dipped his head forward, claiming her lips with a heated passion he'd long forgotten he even had.