Fic: Rewriting the Rules 15 - Defiance [1/1]
Title: Rewriting the Rules 15 - Defiance
Author: Jo. R (driftingatdusk)
Rating: FR-15
Pairing: Abby/Gibbs
Category: Post-ep, Romance, Friendship.
Spoilers: 8x15 - Defiance
Summary: What's broken can be fixed, and rules can be rewritten.
~*~
"Rice, Abby? That's really the only way you could think of to distract me?" Leroy Jethro Gibbs glanced across at her as he slid behind the wheel of the car and closed the door behind him.
Abby Sciuto, his forensic specialist and lover, rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. "McGee was standing right there, Gibbs. Would you have preferred me to give him a show?"
His only answer was a smirk as he fastened his seatbelt before turning the key in the ignition. He waited until they were on their way home before speaking again. "Could've come up with a reason for us to go to the ballistics lab."
"Yeah, because that wouldn't have looked suspicious at all." She stared at him, arching an eyebrow when he had to stop at a red light and looked at her. "Believe me, Special Agent Gibbs, I have many, many ways of distracting you. And pretty much all of them unsuitable for the workplace."
"You might have to demonstrate for me some time, Abs. Test out that theory, prove you're right."
It was Abby's turn to smile, tearing her gaze away when the lights turned green. She stared out of the window at the passing scenery, her mind already racing with a dozen ways in which she could do exactly what he said. "I'll think about it," she said after a long pause. "But it won't work if you're expecting it, Gibbs," she warned lightly. "Or if you're ready and willing to be distracted."
"I'm always ready and willing to be distracted by you," Gibbs replied smoothly, throwing her a lopsided grin that made her laugh.
She shook her head and said nothing, choosing to remain in silence for the rest of the short journey home.
****
They prepared dinner together, as was their routine, and settled at the table for a leisurely meal accompanied by beer from the fridge and light conversation. After they'd eaten, Abby volunteered to wash up, shooing Gibbs down the stairs to the basement where his latest project waited. She tidied up before going upstairs, running herself a bath as she thought about the conversation in the car.
It was a challenge, she thought, and Abby Sciuto never backed down from a challenge, especially not one she was confident she would win.
She plotted as she lay in the warm water, heavily scented with the jasmine and rose scented bath oils she knew he preferred. After her bath, she leisurely massaged the matching moisturised into her skin, slipped on the matching satin and lace underwear set he'd bought her for her last birthday - a gift he'd enjoyed as much as she had - and finished the ensemble with the pièce de résistance.
The heady scents of sawdust and Old Spice wrapped around her, comforting and arousing in equal measures. She glanced at herself in the mirror, unfastening the high ponytail she'd secured her hair back in for the duration of her bath, letting her hair fall around her shoulders in loose, luxurious waves.
It'd been over an hour, she thought as she made her way downstairs. Long enough for him to get engrossed in what he was doing.
Long enough for him to be in needed of a distraction.
Sure enough, she managed to make it down the steps into the basement without him looking up once, a smile on her face at the intense look of concentration on his. She loved seeing this side of him, the unguarded, relaxed side of him, where he got to do something he truly enjoyed.
He enjoyed his job, for the most part, but he couldn't relax, not with the kinds of cases he had to deal with. There were some days, yes, where the cases were solved easily and had satisfying endings but he couldn't truly relax, not really.
Wrapping her arms around him from behind, she pressed her cheek against his back between his shoulders blades, inhaling deeply. It took a moment but he eventually covered her hands with one of his own, his gaze never leaving the carved wood in front of him.
"Stealing my clothes again, Abs?" He ran his fingers over the sleeve of the red sweatshirt she wore, amusement in his voice. "Thought you'd brought most of yours over already."
She smirked against his back and rubbed her cheek against him before pulling her hands free of his. "I could always take it off if you'd prefer."
"It's cold down here," Gibbs muttered, only half paying attention to her. With both hands free, he got back to what he was doing, barely noticing when she moved away from him, walking to stand beside him.
She stood in silence for several moments, waiting patiently.
After a while, Gibbs sighed, feeling her gaze on him. He glanced away from the carving in front of him to look at her, his mouth growing dry.
Her bare feet were the first thing he saw. His gaze slid up, following her shapely legs, equally as bare, to the hem of the red hoodie sweatshirt that was several sizes too big for her, swamping her slender form. His gaze skirted over the material hiding the rest of her from view, his eyebrow quirking as he met her gaze.
"Trying to distract me, Abs?"
"Is it working?" Her tone was sweet and her smile innocent. The gleam in her green eyes was anything but. As he watched, she dropped her hands to the hem of the sweatshirt, toying with it idly. "It doesn't look like I have your full attention."
Before he could speak, either to reassure her she did or to ask her how she planned to achieve it, she pulled the sweatshirt up, over her head, baring the rest of her to his eager gaze.
Gibbs swallowed hard, drinking in the sight of her body clad only in the bra and panties he'd bought her for her birthday. The deep red colour of the satin and lace contrasted with her pale skin and he took a step forward without even thinking about it, eager to touch, taste and kiss every inch of skin on display before divesting her of the slips of satin and lace so he could reach the rest of her.
"Now that I have your attention..." She smirked and threw the sweatshirt at him, turning for the stairs as he caught it with one hand. "I'll be upstairs when you're ready for that distraction we talked about."
She made it to the landing on the ground floor before he reached her, a laugh escaping her when she found herself pressed up against the wall, his body pinning hers in place as his lips descended and covered her own, his kiss demanding.
Abby returned the kiss, lifting a hand to rest at the back of his neck. Her fingernails lightly grazed his skin as he pulled back, her lips curved up in a smug smile as he gazed at her through darkened eyes.
"I think I've proved myself capable of distracting you," she said quietly, arching an eyebrow when he said nothing. "But if you'd prefer to go back to the basement and work on your project, I'll just have myself an early night... All on my own..."
"The basement can wait." He closed the gap between them, his mouth against her ear as he slid a hand to the small of her back, his palm warm against her bare skin, pressing her body closer to his. "I'd hate to leave you on your own..."
Laughing, she gladly led him up the stairs to the bedroom, eager to prove just how distracting she could be.
****
End
Author: Jo. R (driftingatdusk)
Rating: FR-15
Pairing: Abby/Gibbs
Category: Post-ep, Romance, Friendship.
Spoilers: 8x15 - Defiance
Summary: What's broken can be fixed, and rules can be rewritten.
~*~
"Rice, Abby? That's really the only way you could think of to distract me?" Leroy Jethro Gibbs glanced across at her as he slid behind the wheel of the car and closed the door behind him.
Abby Sciuto, his forensic specialist and lover, rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. "McGee was standing right there, Gibbs. Would you have preferred me to give him a show?"
His only answer was a smirk as he fastened his seatbelt before turning the key in the ignition. He waited until they were on their way home before speaking again. "Could've come up with a reason for us to go to the ballistics lab."
"Yeah, because that wouldn't have looked suspicious at all." She stared at him, arching an eyebrow when he had to stop at a red light and looked at her. "Believe me, Special Agent Gibbs, I have many, many ways of distracting you. And pretty much all of them unsuitable for the workplace."
"You might have to demonstrate for me some time, Abs. Test out that theory, prove you're right."
It was Abby's turn to smile, tearing her gaze away when the lights turned green. She stared out of the window at the passing scenery, her mind already racing with a dozen ways in which she could do exactly what he said. "I'll think about it," she said after a long pause. "But it won't work if you're expecting it, Gibbs," she warned lightly. "Or if you're ready and willing to be distracted."
"I'm always ready and willing to be distracted by you," Gibbs replied smoothly, throwing her a lopsided grin that made her laugh.
She shook her head and said nothing, choosing to remain in silence for the rest of the short journey home.
****
They prepared dinner together, as was their routine, and settled at the table for a leisurely meal accompanied by beer from the fridge and light conversation. After they'd eaten, Abby volunteered to wash up, shooing Gibbs down the stairs to the basement where his latest project waited. She tidied up before going upstairs, running herself a bath as she thought about the conversation in the car.
It was a challenge, she thought, and Abby Sciuto never backed down from a challenge, especially not one she was confident she would win.
She plotted as she lay in the warm water, heavily scented with the jasmine and rose scented bath oils she knew he preferred. After her bath, she leisurely massaged the matching moisturised into her skin, slipped on the matching satin and lace underwear set he'd bought her for her last birthday - a gift he'd enjoyed as much as she had - and finished the ensemble with the pièce de résistance.
The heady scents of sawdust and Old Spice wrapped around her, comforting and arousing in equal measures. She glanced at herself in the mirror, unfastening the high ponytail she'd secured her hair back in for the duration of her bath, letting her hair fall around her shoulders in loose, luxurious waves.
It'd been over an hour, she thought as she made her way downstairs. Long enough for him to get engrossed in what he was doing.
Long enough for him to be in needed of a distraction.
Sure enough, she managed to make it down the steps into the basement without him looking up once, a smile on her face at the intense look of concentration on his. She loved seeing this side of him, the unguarded, relaxed side of him, where he got to do something he truly enjoyed.
He enjoyed his job, for the most part, but he couldn't relax, not with the kinds of cases he had to deal with. There were some days, yes, where the cases were solved easily and had satisfying endings but he couldn't truly relax, not really.
Wrapping her arms around him from behind, she pressed her cheek against his back between his shoulders blades, inhaling deeply. It took a moment but he eventually covered her hands with one of his own, his gaze never leaving the carved wood in front of him.
"Stealing my clothes again, Abs?" He ran his fingers over the sleeve of the red sweatshirt she wore, amusement in his voice. "Thought you'd brought most of yours over already."
She smirked against his back and rubbed her cheek against him before pulling her hands free of his. "I could always take it off if you'd prefer."
"It's cold down here," Gibbs muttered, only half paying attention to her. With both hands free, he got back to what he was doing, barely noticing when she moved away from him, walking to stand beside him.
She stood in silence for several moments, waiting patiently.
After a while, Gibbs sighed, feeling her gaze on him. He glanced away from the carving in front of him to look at her, his mouth growing dry.
Her bare feet were the first thing he saw. His gaze slid up, following her shapely legs, equally as bare, to the hem of the red hoodie sweatshirt that was several sizes too big for her, swamping her slender form. His gaze skirted over the material hiding the rest of her from view, his eyebrow quirking as he met her gaze.
"Trying to distract me, Abs?"
"Is it working?" Her tone was sweet and her smile innocent. The gleam in her green eyes was anything but. As he watched, she dropped her hands to the hem of the sweatshirt, toying with it idly. "It doesn't look like I have your full attention."
Before he could speak, either to reassure her she did or to ask her how she planned to achieve it, she pulled the sweatshirt up, over her head, baring the rest of her to his eager gaze.
Gibbs swallowed hard, drinking in the sight of her body clad only in the bra and panties he'd bought her for her birthday. The deep red colour of the satin and lace contrasted with her pale skin and he took a step forward without even thinking about it, eager to touch, taste and kiss every inch of skin on display before divesting her of the slips of satin and lace so he could reach the rest of her.
"Now that I have your attention..." She smirked and threw the sweatshirt at him, turning for the stairs as he caught it with one hand. "I'll be upstairs when you're ready for that distraction we talked about."
She made it to the landing on the ground floor before he reached her, a laugh escaping her when she found herself pressed up against the wall, his body pinning hers in place as his lips descended and covered her own, his kiss demanding.
Abby returned the kiss, lifting a hand to rest at the back of his neck. Her fingernails lightly grazed his skin as he pulled back, her lips curved up in a smug smile as he gazed at her through darkened eyes.
"I think I've proved myself capable of distracting you," she said quietly, arching an eyebrow when he said nothing. "But if you'd prefer to go back to the basement and work on your project, I'll just have myself an early night... All on my own..."
"The basement can wait." He closed the gap between them, his mouth against her ear as he slid a hand to the small of her back, his palm warm against her bare skin, pressing her body closer to his. "I'd hate to leave you on your own..."
Laughing, she gladly led him up the stairs to the bedroom, eager to prove just how distracting she could be.
****
End