Maybe your bargain is too high.
The five times Gibbs stays. !!
Chances are my dear this isn't what you had in mind. If it's completely off let me know, I'll give you more.
Requested by atlashrugged
I.
He stayed once because he didn't know how to leave. Dinner for them was a dangerous place. It was the art of flirting and seduction that they played for each other. Abby could seduce, and Gibbs could play the game. This time he let her lead the dance and matched her step for step. She used her body and her words to talk him into the desire that danced around the edges.
Abby leaned into him and he gave her what she was asking for. A touch of fingers to cool bare shoulders. His fingers covered freckled skin and slid through loose black hair. Abby blinked up at him with a faint smile.
Gibbs laughed at her words as she found the warm skin of his wrist and the heavy metal bracelet. His eyes were sharp as she pressed her fingers into his skin.
The door was hard against her back after Gibbs walked her into it. Abby's hands were strong as they slid into his hair and pulled him to her. He was warm and sweet and strong. She gasped against his mouth as his hand found her knee.
It was a struggle to unlock the door and keep her from tumbling into the house. Abby slammed it closed from the inside and dropped her vintage handbag.
"Here. Now." Small hands found his belt and she grinned.
He stayed because he didn't know how to leave.
II.
The first time they'd done this he'd been afraid. It had been a while and he couldn't believe it had come to this. Abby's smiles and her comments were just Abby's personality. She touched, she guided and finally she fell. One day it was written in her eyes and he was startled.
Gibbs walked around it waiting for it to not be. She continued to look and she began to change and he wondered if he was wrong. The doubt finally caught up with him and he knew. He knew what Abby was doing and how he felt.
Gibbs watched as she tried to be normal around him. She smiled and laughed but leaned away from his touch. The phone call and sad voice came at four AM.
On his porch, draped in black silk, and looking like perfection she pleaded with him to give her just one time. One moment to know what she wanted and what she felt. One.
With shaking hands, Gibbs took her coat and her bag and tossed them on the couch. He linked fingers with hers and guided Abby upstairs.
"Are you serious?"
And for the first time in a while she didn't back away when he reached for her face. "As serious as you want."
He led this dance, guiding her down to the bed and pulling off his shirt. His body travelled up the black dress discovering white beneath. His body was tense and his hands continued to shake, but he gave her a moment. A long evening of moments and waited as she sighed. He was scared.
The first time they'd done this, he'd been afraid.
III.
It was wrong and weak and oh so right. Abby knew what it was from the beginning. From the moment she asked for just one instant, she knew what she felt. Gibbs was strong in his conviction and just a bit concerned and she gave him his space.
Abby tried to control her gaze and smile like nothing had changed. She was unprepaired to lose her friend and for the fear that ate at her spine. Gunshots and screams, tears and visions. And finally just when she finally felt the shock, his wet warm body against hers. Gibbs covered in rain and spilled coffee gathered her close to his side and she spoke.
Then when the speaking was done she sighed. Abby felt overwhelmed by the fear and the sadness and the need. He was again in her senses and it tore at her body.
He couldn't bring back Kate, but he could make her feel safe.
Gibbs offered her an arm as they left the airport. His car was stuffy and warm from the passing day as he guided them out of town. At the Y in the road she touched his leg gently. Blue met green and he slowly directed them to home.
Gibbs found her in his bed, draped in oversize sweats and a shirt. She laid her hand against his arm.
"Please."
Gibbs opened his arms and held her snug. She was warm and alive and free from the rain. Gibbs was strong and hard and every season. That feeling of alive was dancing just outside of his reach, at the edge of his senses. They were both betrayed by the tension.
A slight turn of head and lips found their place. They divested their clothes for the feeling of skin on skin. He revisited her face and her neck and the skin below. Abby felt the strength in arms and shoulders. They shared the lead as time gave into them.
Skin found skin in a familiar way and they sighed together.
It was wrong and weak and oh so right.
IV.
Abby's laughter made it impossible to leave. The day had been spent, out and about in the world. They had walked and talked before seeing and learning. She'd traded jokes with him and convinced him to feed the ducks.
Lunch had been side by side in a booth at the dingy cafe on the corner. Abby ate off his plate and dumped sugar in his coffee.
Popsicles had been eated as the park had been fully discovered. Gibbs liked the feel of her arm in his the brush of soft skin against his body. Abby liked his inches of height and the overcast day.
This feeling had been so foreign, it scared him to try it. It was another day in the dance they shared. Off and on they went, back and forth they danced and never settled on a common ground.
A warm kitchen, half empty beers and dinner found them looking at each other in wonder. It would only take a word or a touch and he'd have her.
Abby knew it was a look or a smile and she'd have him. He was all she'd been wanting, time after time. So she joined him in his chair and started the thing they did oh so well, even when they shouldn't. They couldn't get this thing between them right, but they could figure out their bodies.
Gibbs whispered something naughty against her lips and she laughed. There was nowhere he could go.
Abby's laughter made it impossible to leave.
V.
It finally came to be that Gibbs didn't want to leave. Gibbs had laid her out on silk sheets a time or two. There had been the time against the door, and her door, and a time or two in his kitchen. His memory catches on the night in his car after dinner.
Abby had dragged him to the floor of the basement and also in the upstairs hallway. She had sat on his lap on her couch once or twice. He remembered these moments in clarity.
It was more than just their bodies and hormones. It had been the clear green of her eyes when he slid off her soft black dress. It was the feel of soft dark hair on his fingers as he kisses her awake. This thing was wrapped up in the feel of her hands in his when they take a walk. It's the strength of emotion when he wakes with her face in his neck and her hands in his hair.
He remembers Cajun cooking and drinking beer and thesound of her laughter. He knows real terror when he thinks of Ari and her lab and then her deranged boyfriend. Gibbs wonders how he was able to convince himself that this was nothing. When Abby gazed at him with the desire and emotion in her eyes and he lived in a world of denial.
Abby brought his life into emotion. Fear for her safety, happiness when she smiled, desire when she tasted his skin. He was lodged in the thought that maybe this was what his life was supposed to be. She hadn't given up and he always wandered back.
It finally came to be that Gibbs didn't want to leave.
Chances are my dear this isn't what you had in mind. If it's completely off let me know, I'll give you more.
Requested by atlashrugged
I.
He stayed once because he didn't know how to leave. Dinner for them was a dangerous place. It was the art of flirting and seduction that they played for each other. Abby could seduce, and Gibbs could play the game. This time he let her lead the dance and matched her step for step. She used her body and her words to talk him into the desire that danced around the edges.
Abby leaned into him and he gave her what she was asking for. A touch of fingers to cool bare shoulders. His fingers covered freckled skin and slid through loose black hair. Abby blinked up at him with a faint smile.
Gibbs laughed at her words as she found the warm skin of his wrist and the heavy metal bracelet. His eyes were sharp as she pressed her fingers into his skin.
The door was hard against her back after Gibbs walked her into it. Abby's hands were strong as they slid into his hair and pulled him to her. He was warm and sweet and strong. She gasped against his mouth as his hand found her knee.
It was a struggle to unlock the door and keep her from tumbling into the house. Abby slammed it closed from the inside and dropped her vintage handbag.
"Here. Now." Small hands found his belt and she grinned.
He stayed because he didn't know how to leave.
II.
The first time they'd done this he'd been afraid. It had been a while and he couldn't believe it had come to this. Abby's smiles and her comments were just Abby's personality. She touched, she guided and finally she fell. One day it was written in her eyes and he was startled.
Gibbs walked around it waiting for it to not be. She continued to look and she began to change and he wondered if he was wrong. The doubt finally caught up with him and he knew. He knew what Abby was doing and how he felt.
Gibbs watched as she tried to be normal around him. She smiled and laughed but leaned away from his touch. The phone call and sad voice came at four AM.
On his porch, draped in black silk, and looking like perfection she pleaded with him to give her just one time. One moment to know what she wanted and what she felt. One.
With shaking hands, Gibbs took her coat and her bag and tossed them on the couch. He linked fingers with hers and guided Abby upstairs.
"Are you serious?"
And for the first time in a while she didn't back away when he reached for her face. "As serious as you want."
He led this dance, guiding her down to the bed and pulling off his shirt. His body travelled up the black dress discovering white beneath. His body was tense and his hands continued to shake, but he gave her a moment. A long evening of moments and waited as she sighed. He was scared.
The first time they'd done this, he'd been afraid.
III.
It was wrong and weak and oh so right. Abby knew what it was from the beginning. From the moment she asked for just one instant, she knew what she felt. Gibbs was strong in his conviction and just a bit concerned and she gave him his space.
Abby tried to control her gaze and smile like nothing had changed. She was unprepaired to lose her friend and for the fear that ate at her spine. Gunshots and screams, tears and visions. And finally just when she finally felt the shock, his wet warm body against hers. Gibbs covered in rain and spilled coffee gathered her close to his side and she spoke.
Then when the speaking was done she sighed. Abby felt overwhelmed by the fear and the sadness and the need. He was again in her senses and it tore at her body.
He couldn't bring back Kate, but he could make her feel safe.
Gibbs offered her an arm as they left the airport. His car was stuffy and warm from the passing day as he guided them out of town. At the Y in the road she touched his leg gently. Blue met green and he slowly directed them to home.
Gibbs found her in his bed, draped in oversize sweats and a shirt. She laid her hand against his arm.
"Please."
Gibbs opened his arms and held her snug. She was warm and alive and free from the rain. Gibbs was strong and hard and every season. That feeling of alive was dancing just outside of his reach, at the edge of his senses. They were both betrayed by the tension.
A slight turn of head and lips found their place. They divested their clothes for the feeling of skin on skin. He revisited her face and her neck and the skin below. Abby felt the strength in arms and shoulders. They shared the lead as time gave into them.
Skin found skin in a familiar way and they sighed together.
It was wrong and weak and oh so right.
IV.
Abby's laughter made it impossible to leave. The day had been spent, out and about in the world. They had walked and talked before seeing and learning. She'd traded jokes with him and convinced him to feed the ducks.
Lunch had been side by side in a booth at the dingy cafe on the corner. Abby ate off his plate and dumped sugar in his coffee.
Popsicles had been eated as the park had been fully discovered. Gibbs liked the feel of her arm in his the brush of soft skin against his body. Abby liked his inches of height and the overcast day.
This feeling had been so foreign, it scared him to try it. It was another day in the dance they shared. Off and on they went, back and forth they danced and never settled on a common ground.
A warm kitchen, half empty beers and dinner found them looking at each other in wonder. It would only take a word or a touch and he'd have her.
Abby knew it was a look or a smile and she'd have him. He was all she'd been wanting, time after time. So she joined him in his chair and started the thing they did oh so well, even when they shouldn't. They couldn't get this thing between them right, but they could figure out their bodies.
Gibbs whispered something naughty against her lips and she laughed. There was nowhere he could go.
Abby's laughter made it impossible to leave.
V.
It finally came to be that Gibbs didn't want to leave. Gibbs had laid her out on silk sheets a time or two. There had been the time against the door, and her door, and a time or two in his kitchen. His memory catches on the night in his car after dinner.
Abby had dragged him to the floor of the basement and also in the upstairs hallway. She had sat on his lap on her couch once or twice. He remembered these moments in clarity.
It was more than just their bodies and hormones. It had been the clear green of her eyes when he slid off her soft black dress. It was the feel of soft dark hair on his fingers as he kisses her awake. This thing was wrapped up in the feel of her hands in his when they take a walk. It's the strength of emotion when he wakes with her face in his neck and her hands in his hair.
He remembers Cajun cooking and drinking beer and thesound of her laughter. He knows real terror when he thinks of Ari and her lab and then her deranged boyfriend. Gibbs wonders how he was able to convince himself that this was nothing. When Abby gazed at him with the desire and emotion in her eyes and he lived in a world of denial.
Abby brought his life into emotion. Fear for her safety, happiness when she smiled, desire when she tasted his skin. He was lodged in the thought that maybe this was what his life was supposed to be. She hadn't given up and he always wandered back.
It finally came to be that Gibbs didn't want to leave.