A/N: Thanks again for the reviews and adding of this story to alerts and favourites. Here's the final part.
After leaving Abby in his bedroom Gibbs made a quick trip to the bathroom to freshen up before heading downstairs. If there was going to be any awkwardness with his father, he wanted to make sure he wore the brunt of it before Abby joined them. When he walked into the kitchen Jackson had the steak on cooking and was fixing a salad, the steady cutting sound of the knife dulled out by the sound of the news as it blared from the tv. The older man looked up from the counter, his movements stalled temporarily at the sight of his son before resuming slicing.
"Everything alright?" He asked looking over the top of his glasses.
Gibbs walked over to the fridge and took two bottles of water out. He placed one on the table for Abby when she came down; twisting the cap on the other and sculling it down in almost one go. The cold liquid helped to moisten his parched throat and cool his body which was still heated from his encounter with Abby.
"You two catch a nap?" Jackson asked and Gibbs briefly choked as he swallowed the remaining mouthful of water. He knew it was a stab at the way he had fervently protested he and Abby had only slept the last time they had been in bed together.
"Something like that."
Gibbs started to set their places at the dining table, getting out the plates and cutlery and eventually sitting down on one of the chairs. He tried to ignore the way his body was starting to protest against the events of the day. The combination of the more recent amorous activity with Abby along with the earlier manual labour he'd done by installing new shelves and fixtures in the store had left his arms and legs aching and making him feel every one of his years.
"Gonna have your hands full with that one Leroy."
Gibbs bottom jaw slackened as he tried to keep hidden the grin that threatened to spread across his face "Yes, sir."
"Will be. I'll make sure of it."
Jackson nodded and Gibbs could see the relief in his eyes. "Good."
Gibbs knew as tired as he was, it had been a long time since he'd felt this relaxed and happy, and it was all because of Abby. She never failed to lift his spirits and with a simple caress could have him both calm and aroused. He wasn't sure what he'd done to gain her unyielding trust and love but now that he had it, it wasn't something he was prepared to give up.
Without her he was just surviving, going through his daily routine, striving to find meaning in his work and giving in to empty comfort in the arms of women he didn't care about. With her he was whole, the barriers he'd created around himself gone, the need to hide his deepest feelings banished and replaced with an unrelenting desire to make her understand just how much she meant to him. Everything about her overwhelmed him; her physical presence, her scent and taste had him reeling. Her energy and enthusiasm for life made him feel young and eager to see the good in everything. And her passion and desire made him want her with an unrelenting longing he hadn't felt in long time.
Gibbs' weary bones carried him back over to the fridge and he grabbed two beers, taking the top off one he handed it to Jackson. It was a wordless thank you, a way to reach out to the man who had for so long been absent from his life and who now had helped him fully realise the most important person in his life.
"Glad something good could finally come out of all this," Jackson said, his nod affirming that he accepted Gibbs' silent appreciation.
"Me too, dad."
When Abby walked into the kitchen Jackson was placing the food on the table and Gibbs sat with his long legs stretched outwards across the room in front of him. She stood next to him, her hands coming to rest on the back of his chair, the tips of her fingers lightly stroking his shoulder. When he smiled up at her, the look of love in his eyes made her blush and she lifted the beer out of his hand to take a mouthful, trying to quell her intense craving for him. It had always been difficult for her to keep her hands to herself; even as friends the need for them to have a physical connection had formed a strong part of their relationship. But now that she was free to touch him whenever and wherever she wanted, that need had intensified by epic proportions.
As they ate, Abby moved her leg so her knee was touching Gibbs', the corners of his lips curving up into a radiant grin that made her heart race. Watching him eat she found it virtually impossible to not let her mind wander. From the way the hands that held his knife and fork had touched her barely minutes ago, to how the tongue that slipped from between his lips to retrieve a small piece of food on the corner of his mouth had left her breathless and wanting more. Startling out of her thoughts she realised she was staring at him and forced herself to blink and turn back to her food.
If the new status of their relationship made her so much more responsive to every little thing he did then she was aware that she wouldn't need to tell anyone they were together, she'd give it away. If she could barely function when he was eating, how was she going to control herself when he was working on his boat which had always managed to get her worked up?
The sound of Jackson clearing his throat beside her broke Abby out of her reverie and she looked at him, catching his knowing grin before he turned to Gibbs, "You remember Stan from the tavern?"
"Sure, he still owns that?"
"Yeah, he called while you two were...talking. Wanted to know if I was willing to give him the chance to win back the money I cleaned him out of before I left to stay with you. It's lucky he's a good bartender because he sure can't play poker."
"You swindling him out of his tips?" Gibbs joked.
"Hey, I'm an old man, I've got at least fifteen years on him. Anyway, I was thinking I'll go down and catch up with him for a few hours, give you two some time alone."
"You don't have to do that," Abby piped up. She knew even though the two men had spent the last four months living under the same roof, it might be a while before they got to see each other again. She wanted to make sure Gibbs made the most of the trip and spend as much time with his dad as possible. "We'll have plenty of time alone when we get back home."
Gibbs reached across the table to take her hand in his, the touch of his skin against hers and his willingness to show her affection made her heart skip a beat. His thumb started gentle strokes over her knuckles and Abby moved her fingers apart slightly so he could slip his larger ones in-between hers.
"I won't be gone too long," Jackson said quickly placing his knife and fork down on his plate and getting to his feet. "Leave the dishes, I'll do them when I get back."
In the space of five minutes he was walking out the door leaving Gibbs and Abby alone and somewhat stunned by his sudden departure.
"Real subtle he is," Gibbs chuckled, shaking his head.
Once Abby had finished eating she picked up hers and Jackson's plate and walked over to the sink to rinse them off. Moments later she felt warm hands glide over her stomach from behind and a solid body pressed against her back. "It's gonna be hard to keep myself from touching you when we go back to work," he said huskily, his voice making the hairs on her arms stand on end.
"I can't think about anything else," Abby admitted shyly and turned within his arms.
Taking her hand Gibbs lead them into the living room, collapsing onto the couch and holding one of his arms up for Abby to slide in next to him. Instead she sat down across his lap, her backside nestled between the arm of the couch and Gibbs' leg. He locked her into his embrace, wrapping two strong arms around her and pulling her close. "Comfy?" he murmured, his lips next to her ear.
"Very." Abby shivered when he took the curve of her ear lightly between his lips, his teeth gently grazing along the soft cartilage. The change in his mood since earlier that afternoon had been drastic and Abby revelled in this new playful side of him. She couldn't wait to indulge herself in everything about him. Not just his emotions but also the physical side of him, now that he was an open book to her she wanted to let herself succumb to all that made Jethro Gibbs the man he was.
When he moved his face back from her Abby let her head fall forward to rest against the side of his. "A week ago I would never have imagined this is where I'd be."
"Glad you are Abbs. It's where you belong." He squeezed her possessively and Abby lifted one of her hands to rest over his heart, the other pushing up under his t-shirt at his waist to slide around and stop over his spine.
"What are we going to do when we get back to work?" She asked ruefully.
Gibbs placed his hand under her knee, bending her leg so he could smooth his hand over the curve of her calf muscle. "What do you want to do?"
"Well I don't want to have to hide our feelings...I know Ducky is already suspicious after I was talking to you on the phone and Ziva has this scary sixth sense where she can just sniff out secrets, and Tony, well he's just nosy."
Gibbs laughed. "That's DiNozzo alright."
Abby started to press light kisses to the corner of his eye as it crinkled from his amusement, her voice low as she spoke. "I want people to know how I feel about you...not that I need to parade you like a trophy or anything...well okay maybe just a little."
Although in a way she did think of him as a prize, she wanted everyone to know that he was hers and off limits. But more than anything she wanted to be able to tell him and show him how she felt without having to hide behind a veil of secrecy. There would be an element of excitement if they did keep it quiet, but for Abby the thrill of it wouldn't outweigh the simple benefits of being able to kiss him or tell him she loved him whenever she wanted.
"I'm not sure how Vance will take it," Gibbs said turning his head so she was looking right into his crystal blue eyes only a breath away from hers. "But if that's what you want I'll go see him."
"We won't lose our jobs though right?"
"I can be pretty persuasive," he said arrogantly, teasing her lips apart agonisingly slow and taking her bottom lip between his.
Abby grinned and pulled back to look at him, trying to ignore the look of satisfaction on his face. "Really? I hadn't noticed."
While she hadn't wanted Jackson to feel like he had been forced out of his own home, now that it was just her and Gibbs, Abby decided it was time to make the most of it. She loved being held by him but was ready to take her time discovering every inch of him.
With a succession of drawn out kisses from her just below his ear Gibbs angled his head away, giving her better access. Instinctively she brought her hand up from his back, her fingers beginning to play with the short hair on the back of his neck. "So this afternoon was kinda rushed huh?"
"Whose fault was that?" he sniggered, his eyes drifting closed as her attention to his neck continued.
"Yours, for getting me so turned on. I couldn't think straight."
"Can't have that then, can we?" Scooting forward on the couch, he manoeuvred Abby along with him eventually pushing himself to his feet with her still in his arms.
"Been workin' out gunny?" she giggled, patting him playfully on the cheek. She knew he was strong; from the grip of his hands, to the toned muscles of his arms and the brute strength down the length of his long back. She had no doubt he could easily carry her weight, but she still delighted in teasing him, hoping he would show her just how powerful he was.
Gibbs carried her up the stairs and into their room, slamming the door shut with his foot. "Gonna pay for that one Abbs," he said seriously, his gaze predatory.
Abby felt a tremor go through her at his words and when he kneeled on the bed to place her in the centre she held onto his face with her hands, drawing his mouth to hers in an all-consuming kiss. When they made love for the second time their earlier frantic need was replaced with deep desire to surrender and prolong the connection between them. Every touch, taste and sensation reinforced their already heightened sense of each other as they took their time removing clothes and exploring every part of one another's body. This time Abby didn't remain silent, every moan and whimper escaping unhindered from between her parted lips. Gibbs spent what felt like forever to her, caressing and teasing her most sensitive areas and encouraging her to not hold back.
With his body covering hers Gibbs drove her closer to completion with every forceful plunge of his hips against hers. Abby clung to him, her legs wrapped securely around his waist as he groaned out her name with each thrust, their bodies moving slowly in sync then becoming faster as the pressure built. Neither of them paid attention to the bed as it bumped repetitively against the wall or the way the pillows and sheets became dishevelled and moved closer to the floor. All they could think about was giving in to the undeniable pleasure that surged through them as Abby screamed out "Jethro".
That lone word was enough to make Gibbs forget about everything but the feel of her heated body pulsing around him, and with the deep cry torn from her throat he followed her into oblivion.
Their legs had become tangled in what remained of the bed covers and Gibbs shook himself free of them, rolling off her and pulling her back into his embrace. The rapid rise and fall of their chests maintained the intimate contact between them as her breasts rubbed gently against his side with each breath.
"Wondered when you were gonna start calling me by my name," he finally spoke, his hand stroking over her hair.
"Gibbs is your name," she protested sleepily, her face nuzzling into his neck. "I've called you that for a long time. Take me some time to get used to calling you Jethro."
"If this is the only way to get you used saying it, think I might be able to help out."
Abby shifted up higher onto his chest, her leg aligning itself in-between his, her hand stroking down over his stomach. "Good, 'coz your services are definitely required, can't do it without you."
"Can't do it without you anymore either Abbs."
Smiling at his words she let sleep claim her, understanding that he wasn't just talking about her becoming more acquainted with his name. This was a new chapter in their lives, one that they would go through together, no matter what hurdles they encountered along the way.