Fic: Rewriting the Rules 13 - Freedom [1/1]
Title: Rewriting the Rules 13 - Freedom
Author: Jo. R (driftingatdusk)
Rating: FR-15/mild FR-18
Pairing: Abby/Gibbs
Category: Post-ep, Romance, Fluff
Spoilers: 8x13 - Freedom
Summary: What's broken can be fixed, and rules can be rewritten.
Authors Note: Little bit different in style to usual; it's just the way it demanded to be written. I apologise for this being short, and for the series being a bit behind the episodes. I'm working on writing original fiction at the moment and have been a little blocked on what to do after the next episode in the series, 'A Man Walks into a Bar'. There may be a light at the end of that particular tunnel, though, so fingers crossed.
And this is for Jennifer, for her support of this series, and everyone else who's been waiting patiently for updates. *hugs*
****
"Tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing."
The statement ran through his mind, over and over in a never-ending loop.
"Tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing."
As his lips trailed over her skin, tasting and teasing, teeth nibbling and biting before soothing the sting with his tongue.
"Tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing."
As his hands moulded themselves to her form, his fingertips dancing light over her curves, drawing sighs and moans as he touched her *just like that*.
"Tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing."
As she gasped his name and alternately tried to push him away and pull him closer, no doubt confused at the intensity of his ministrations but in no way about to complain about it.
"Tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing."
As her soft, supple body trembled beneath and around his, smooth skin glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration.
"Tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing."
As her muscles clenched around him and his name was torn from her throat in a breathless cry of pleasure and passion.
"Tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing."
As he continued to push into her willing body, rocking against her, driving himself to his own release as she encouraged him wordlessly to take what he wanted, what he needed.
"Tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing."
As he collapsed on top of her, arms and legs trembling, unable to support his weight as the world around him narrowed to nothing but him and her and the sensations inside him.
"Tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing."
As he gathered her to him and held her close, kissing her slowly, savouring the moment.
"Tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing."
They lay in silence, his hand stroking over her spine, chasing the occasional tremor that continued to run through her. He could sense her concern and her curiosity but didn't know how to put his feelings into words. Talking about how he felt wasn't a particular strength of his and it was a testament of Abby's understanding of him that she didn't press the issue.
Instead, she curled up against him, resting her head on his shoulder, offering him the silent comfort she knew he needed.
Gibbs lay awake for a long time after she'd fallen asleep, concentrating on the feel of her against him, the sound of her steady breathing slowly easing the knot in his stomach that had formed at Len Feeney's words.
He remembered the medical file he'd read on the Gunnery Sergeant, recalled the photographs of the injuries she'd sustained at her husband's hand. He shuddered and opened his eyes when his imagination replaced her image with Abby's.
It wasn't a question he needed to think about, Gibbs knew. The answer came to him easily.
If someone hurt Abby that way...
"Tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing."
~*~
End
Author: Jo. R (driftingatdusk)
Rating: FR-15/mild FR-18
Pairing: Abby/Gibbs
Category: Post-ep, Romance, Fluff
Spoilers: 8x13 - Freedom
Summary: What's broken can be fixed, and rules can be rewritten.
Authors Note: Little bit different in style to usual; it's just the way it demanded to be written. I apologise for this being short, and for the series being a bit behind the episodes. I'm working on writing original fiction at the moment and have been a little blocked on what to do after the next episode in the series, 'A Man Walks into a Bar'. There may be a light at the end of that particular tunnel, though, so fingers crossed.
And this is for Jennifer, for her support of this series, and everyone else who's been waiting patiently for updates. *hugs*
****
"Tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing."
The statement ran through his mind, over and over in a never-ending loop.
"Tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing."
As his lips trailed over her skin, tasting and teasing, teeth nibbling and biting before soothing the sting with his tongue.
"Tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing."
As his hands moulded themselves to her form, his fingertips dancing light over her curves, drawing sighs and moans as he touched her *just like that*.
"Tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing."
As she gasped his name and alternately tried to push him away and pull him closer, no doubt confused at the intensity of his ministrations but in no way about to complain about it.
"Tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing."
As her soft, supple body trembled beneath and around his, smooth skin glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration.
"Tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing."
As her muscles clenched around him and his name was torn from her throat in a breathless cry of pleasure and passion.
"Tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing."
As he continued to push into her willing body, rocking against her, driving himself to his own release as she encouraged him wordlessly to take what he wanted, what he needed.
"Tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing."
As he collapsed on top of her, arms and legs trembling, unable to support his weight as the world around him narrowed to nothing but him and her and the sensations inside him.
"Tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing."
As he gathered her to him and held her close, kissing her slowly, savouring the moment.
"Tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing."
They lay in silence, his hand stroking over her spine, chasing the occasional tremor that continued to run through her. He could sense her concern and her curiosity but didn't know how to put his feelings into words. Talking about how he felt wasn't a particular strength of his and it was a testament of Abby's understanding of him that she didn't press the issue.
Instead, she curled up against him, resting her head on his shoulder, offering him the silent comfort she knew he needed.
Gibbs lay awake for a long time after she'd fallen asleep, concentrating on the feel of her against him, the sound of her steady breathing slowly easing the knot in his stomach that had formed at Len Feeney's words.
He remembered the medical file he'd read on the Gunnery Sergeant, recalled the photographs of the injuries she'd sustained at her husband's hand. He shuddered and opened his eyes when his imagination replaced her image with Abby's.
It wasn't a question he needed to think about, Gibbs knew. The answer came to him easily.
If someone hurt Abby that way...
"Tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing."
~*~
End