Chapter 5 – Cooling Down?
Author: Bamacrush and Gosgirl
Summary: Written for the Gibbs/Abby Shipper Forum Creative Drive for the prompt 'bruise'.
A/N: Joint writing effort between me and Bamacrush, and a follow on from previous weeks' prompts, though it can be read as a stand-alone.
Abby's hand came back into his line of vision dangling his handcuffs. Grinning down at him, she said with a throaty chuckle, "Payback... my turn."
Laughing at the mischievous look on Abby's face, Gibbs grabbed her and rolled them over so that he could pin her arms down.
"Last time, I nearly broke the damn headboard."
Abby giggled as he nuzzled her neck, remembering not only that but the amount of noise he made. "I know, but it was such fun. Admit it, it rocked your world."
"Nearly took my head clean off, you mean."
Abby tried her best pout. "I'll make it worth your while."
He grinned down at her. "Oh, I know you will."
Gibbs rolled over onto his back again and held out his wrists. She was hardly going to be able to overpower him if he didn't want to be restrained and her smile widened when she realised he was going to cooperate.
Gibbs allowed her to fasten the cuffs round his wrists and hook them through one of the wooden posts on the decking railing, leaving his arms stretched over his head. He took the opportunity to nuzzle her breasts as she bent over him, and she gasped and gripped his shoulders at the feel of his mouth on her skin.
As she pulled away, Gibbs tested the strength of the cuffs against the wood, grinning up at her. "You realize I can break the post if I have to, right?"
"I'm counting on it. Good job we've got a carpenter in the house, isn't it?"
She cupped his face in her hands, relishing the sight of him stretched out before her like this. He gave up his control rarely and it was always an incredible turn on that he would do that just for her.
Abby leaned down to kiss him. Tugging on his lower lip, she used her tongue to ease into his mouth, duelling with his. Restrained as he was, Gibbs could still take control of the kiss and he poured everything he could into it, and when Abby pulled back, he felt a certain smug satisfaction at her dazed expression.
"Stop trying to distract me, Jethro."
She slid down his body and removed his boxers, giving an appreciative purr as his erection was revealed again, thick and hard. Resisting the urge to lean forward and taste him... for now... Abby rummaged in the ice box. He watched with some alarm as she dumped ice cubes into a container.
Where the hell was she going to put those?
He could almost feel his cock wilt at the prospect.
She threw him a cheeky grin and leaned back in to kiss him, before nibbling her way along his jawline and down onto his neck. Relaxing into the feel of her mouth against his skin, he jumped when she bit down hard, before soothing the area with her tongue.
Taking a handful of ice cubes, she smoothed a couple over his chest. Gibbs sighed at the sensation of cool against his hot skin and he relaxed into her touch as she trailed the melting ice gently all over his chest and abdomen, threading her fingers through his chest hair.
He was taken by surprise, groaning loudly and back arching off the blanket as her mouth suddenly closed around one nipple, sucking hard while her nails scraped over the other. She must have popped an ice cube in her mouth as the combined sensations of her hot mouth and cold ice were incredible.
Payback was a very enjoyable bitch sometimes.
He heard her chuckle against his skin. "Now who's making a lot of noise, Jethro, and I've barely started. It wouldn't do for Tom to look over the fence right about now, would it?"
No, it wouldn't. He'd never live it down.
Usually when she planned payback, it blew his mind. The last time she handcuffed him to the bed, she'd been particularly cunning as she came up with ways to torment him… not that he didn't love every minute.
He was brought sharply out of his thoughts as her hand trailed down to his cock and he hissed as her hand, cold from the ice, wrapped around him, stroking him slowly and teasingly back to full hardness, while her mouth continued to tease his nipples.
Drawing up to lean over him, she looked breathtaking with her hair tousled round her face and eyes hazy with lust, and he reached up as far as he could to claim her mouth again. Abby knew what he was trying to do, distract her so she'd just give in and undo the cuffs but she had something far more interesting planned.
She sat up and rummaged again in the ice box and his eyes widened when he saw what she brought out. Grinning, she told him. "The yoghurt I used last time was just too... thin. It just slid off you, remember?"
Oh yeah, he remembered.
"I thought Greek yoghurt would be much thicker and creamier," she put her head on one side as she considered, eyes sparkling with mischief, "and as a scientist, it's my duty to test my hypothesis."
As she stirred the yoghurt pot, she dipped her finger in and tasted the rich, creamy mixture, holding Gibbs' gaze as she suckled on her own fingers, seeing his eyes darken and a growl escape as his imagination skipped ahead.
It was usually about this time that he would regret letting her handcuff him. He tugged hard against the restraints, feeling the wood start to give, trying to judge how much pressure would be needed to snap the post, thankful there was the entire weekend to let any bruises subside.
Abby had other ideas.
He watched as she painted her way down his chest and onto his abdomen with her yoghurt-covered fingers before leaning forward to follow the trail with her mouth across the hard planes of his chest. She sucked at his skin, causing him to moan and squirm underneath her at the building sensations.
Feeling Abby bite down on his nipples, he arched into her touch as she teased before soothing the sharp bite with her tongue. She trailed the Greek yoghurt from the centre of his chest down over his stomach, grinning as his muscles contracted at every lick, every long stroke of her tongue.
Scooping up more of the yoghurt, Abby caught his gaze. Gibbs tensed in just about every bit of his body that wasn't already tense; he knew where she was headed next. He felt ready to explode just at the thought.
Abby leaned over and concentrated on coating his erect straining cock with the thick, creamy mixture, giggling as she saw her 'experiment' come to life. "Told you it wouldn't slide off. I bet you taste better than any ice cream cone."
The sensation of cool against his straining erection and overheated skin was incredibly arousing.
Hearing his familiar growl of her name, she made sure every inch of his cock and balls were coated, and sat back, looking up the line of his body, blue eyes dark and intense as he watched her.
If there was more erotic sight, she couldn't think of it.
Her hand began stroking up and down firmly, the yoghurt helping her hand slide freely over his rock-hard length.
Abby kept her gaze locked with his as she leant forward to lick very slowly at the head of his cock, the pre-cum mingling with the tang of the yoghurt to create a heady, addictive taste.
He almost swallowed his tongue as he both saw and felt her mouth close around the head of his cock and suddenly suckle hard before her tongue swirled lazily around the sensitive tip, slowly but surely exploiting every one of his weaknesses.
Abby could always bring him racing towards an orgasm when she employed her considerable oral skills, she just knew his body too well. He gripped the post above his hands tightly and tried to concentrate on something else… anything else other than what she was doing with her talented mouth and tongue.
Not helped when she started humming appreciatively around him as she licked and sucked… the vibrations running right through him. Bracing his feet against the floor, he couldn't help his hips getting into a rhythm in time with Abby's mouth, trying to hang onto his control.
Growling in his desperation, he tugged on the cuffs against the wood, knowing that bruises would blossom but not caring about that or the noise he was making. If she didn't release him soon, he was going to break that post just so he could take control.
"God, Abbs, take them off," his voice hoarse and breathing ragged with need. She ignored the death glare he was sending her way, the one that usually made his agents and suspects squirm, and continued to work him.
Gibbs couldn't think beyond the need to get his hands on her beautiful body. He looked down to watch her dark lips slide over the head of his cock, feeling his control slip as he saw himself disappearing into her mouth.
He was harder than he could ever remember being before.
All he could feel was Abby's tongue and mouth surrounding him, licking across the head, teasing the slit and driving him out of his mind, while one hand stroked his length in counterpoint to her mouth in just the way she knew he liked, her other hand gently massaging his balls.
She began deep throating him as far as she could and Gibbs felt his balls draw up as he reached the point of no return. She felt him expand and thicken in her mouth and went back to suckling hard on the tip… and that was all it took.
His vision dimmed and blood pounded in his ears as he came… hard. He was vaguely conscious of her swallowing around him as intense waves of pleasure rolled through him. As he came down, he felt her tongue still gently licking, cleaning him up as he softened before she sat up and moved slowly up his body, smoothing her hands across his sweat-slicked skin, smiling down at him.
Still gasping for breath, he saw Abby reach above his head to unlock the handcuffs, giggling as she saw how the wooden post had started to splinter under his hands. She eased his arms down and he winced as shoulders popped from the tension. Abby massaged his shoulders and pressed gentle kisses on his wrists, rubbing the skin gently.
She eventually eased herself down to lie across him and he folded his arms round her, content just to hold her. Abby listened as his breathing gradually calmed, feeling immeasurably pleased with herself, and trying to ignore how aroused she was again, giving him time to recover.
Shifting position slightly, Abby giggled as she became conscious of just how sticky they both were from the residue of their own juices mixed with the ice cream and yoghurt. "It's a good job I don't have to blacklight this blanket." She heard his gravely chuckle and grinned up at him. "You know, we should really get cleaned up and I could put some cream on those bruised wrists."
"Ya think I can move just yet?"
"Good point," Abby acknowledged. "Although if I promise you a shower to cool off, do you think you can make it up the stairs?"
"Always up for a challenge, Abbs."
"Yeah, I noticed."
Eventually dragging themselves upright, they gathered the blanket and remnants of their picnic together before going inside.
On the decking of their immediate neighbours' house, Marie was reading and listening to her iPod. She removed her earphones and looked over at Tom, her husband. "Have they finished yet?"
Tom, who felt like he'd been reading the same page over and over, grinned over at his wife. "Well, it sounds like something came to a head just now."