A Very Smutty Christmas for anr
RECIPIENT: anr
TITLE: A Very Smutty Christmas
AUTHOR: squeecakes
PAIRING: Gibbs/Abby (established relationship)
RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT: 1424 words
NOTES: Thanks to trialia for her beta and patience with my not-so-mad tech skillz - hope this one is better!
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of love, not profit. I don't own Gibbs or Abby, I just like to watch them play.
SPOILERS: Very mild one for Silent Night.
REQUESTED:
Three things she would like in her story: gibbs' boat, kissing, caffeine
Three things she doesn't want in her story: songs/songfic, bdsm/kink/rape/non-con, other pairings
Gibbs pulled into his driveway on the snowy Christmas night, still warm inside from the phone call to his father. He had been dreading coming home to Abby a little; it was their first Christmas together, and he knew she had wanted to spend it with him. That combined with her childlike excitement over the holiday made him believe that he would be in for a weekend of enforced celebration.
His tread was cautious, in the hope that he could just snuggle up beside her sleeping form without any fanfare. Yet as he opened the front door, he saw that the room was devoid of decorations and that Abby was nowhere to be seen, although the kitchen lights were on.
He hung up his coat and closed the door, glancing briefly up the stairs before he decided to forego sleep, heading down to the basement instead.
As soon as he opened the door, the twinkle of tinsel wrapped around the bannister caught his eye, and he slowed, letting himself adjust to the glow of warm lighting and bright colours. He spotted Abby folded up on the chair reading a magazine.
His expression remained neutral as she rose to greet him, her long, pale legs unfolding from under a blanket, feet buried in fluffy red slippers for warmth. Gibbs' breath caught as he spotted a flash of Abby's bare bottom before her tiny skirt fell over it. She stopped about a step from him, a hopeful smile on her face.
Gibbs knew that Abby had meant well, but she had invaded his sanctuary, and he wasn't sure he was comfortable with that. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy her company down here in the depths of night; it was that before she had always come invited. The basement and his boat had always been the one place which had been his and his alone, the place he could come and think about Shannon and Kelly without concern for Abby's feelings.
“Here,” Abby said throatily, pressing a warm cup of coffee into Gibbs' hands. He realized that he'd been lost in his own thoughts for some time.
Gibbs watched her retreat to the chair, forcing himself to drink deeply from the cup before he followed her over. He found that she'd spiked the coffee with whiskey, which helped him to relax a little more about the situation.
He looked around the room properly, noticing for the first time that although the decorations were excessive by his standards, by Abby's they were not. There was some tinsel, a string of fairy lights along the boat, and a large silver foil star which was suspended from the ceiling.
He admired the star for a few seconds until he felt Abby's hand curl lightly around his arm. “Please don't be mad with me Gibbs. I know you still miss them, and I'm okay with that. I'm a big girl.” She stepped around into his line of sight. “I don't want you to feel like it's something you have to go through alone.”
Gibbs cupped the side of her face and kissed her on the forehead. “Thanks, Abs.” He murmured, slipping an arm around her as he went to put down his mug.
“I'm sorry I missed church,” he said lightly, content to change the subject for now.
“It's okay Gibbs, I think God will forgive you for taking the day off to reunite a man with his family.” She smiled up at him and he couldn't help but mirror her, lowering his mouth to hers.
The kiss was tender, a familiar tracing of the lines of her mouth which he knew so well. His hands stroked down her body in a similar fashion, gliding over her tight sweater, fingers cupping naturally around her curves. She shivered lightly as they planed over the small of her back, dipping into the back of her skirt and tugging lightly at the top of her thong.
Abby exhaled audibly, breaking away from the kiss and pressing her mouth to Gibbs' neck, one hand around his waist, the other clutching at his shirt.
Gibbs groaned as she nipped and sucked at his pulse point, his hips shifting instinctually in her direction. The wetness of her mouth moved lower down his chest and stomach as Abby unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off his shoulders. She glanced up at him as she loosened his belt, softly cupping and kissing his erection through his pants.
“Abby,” he breathed, “upstairs.”
She nodded obediently, trailing in front of him as he killed the lights.
In the bedroom, Gibbs sat down on the armchair in the corner and took off his shoes and socks. It was a solid, overstuffed recliner which lent itself well to activities other than reading.
When he looked up, he caught Abby's eye. She sat coyly on the end of his bed, her legs pressed together, slippers nearby in a haphazard pile.
Gently, he patted the arm of the chair and Abby came to him, sitting lightly on his lap. The electric look that passed between them lasted barely a second as their lips crushed together, fervent despite the awkward angle.
Gibbs snaked one hand under Abby's sweater, his thumb rubbing the lace edging of her bra teasingly across her nipple, working it to a point before he turned his attention to the other one.
By now, she was curled in his lap, and he shifted her slightly, helping her out of her sweater and turning her to face him. Her skin was warm against his torso, the lace on her bra teasing his own nipples to attention. He dropped his mouth, sucking hard at her breasts, unable to resist pressing his straining erection up against her as she whimpered to him.
“Fuck, Gibbs,” she hissed.
“Patience, Abs,” he smirked, letting her breasts fall and holding her hips steady as he began to knead her inner thighs. She gripped the arms of the chair in frustration as she held still for him, almost crying out as she waited for his hands to reach her core.
Finally, she felt one of his thumbs flicker over her opening, dipping into the wetness in the most cursory manner. The other hand held her thong aside, so Gibbs' moistened thumb could trace her clitoris in an agonizingly slow circle. He savoured every gasped breath she made above him, careful to stop her attempts to grind more briskly against him.
The teasing ground to a pace so slow that Gibbs was actually surprised when he felt Abby's hand close around his cock. She stroked it firmly, throwing him off guard long enough for her to unbutton his pants. Her touch lightened as she stroked along the shaft through his briefs, once again kissing down Gibbs' body until she reached the white elastic waistband. Her hands now cradled his balls gently as her mouth suckled the cotton-sheathed head of his penis.
“Abby,” he groaned in warning, his hips bucking towards her face.
Abby didn't want this to end just yet, so she eased off the briefs with Gibbs' trousers, resisting the temptation to close her mouth around his member as she stood and stripped off her panties.
She turned to get a condom, and was surprised to feel Gibbs' heat behind her.
“Kneel on the bed,” he said gruffly, his erection bobbing against her bare ass.
He took the condom from her and put it on before he stepped forward to the bed, kneeling between her parted thighs. He slid his length along her slit a few times, teasing at her clitoris before he guided himself up into her vagina in an easy stroke.
He held her still for a moment before allowing her to control the thrusting, one arm wrapped around her stomach as he tried to match her strokes. His hand dropped between her legs as his breathing grew laboured, working her body towards the same crescendo his was rapidly approaching, monitoring her pleasure by the volume of her whimpers.
He felt her body clench around him, her pubis pressed desperately against his hand and allowed himself a few more weak thrusts before he spent himself, burying himself inside her as she writhed against him.
Once their cries subsided, Gibbs rolled over onto his side, spooning up beside Abby and kissing her neck, his hand gently kneading her pubis.
“Merry Christmas, Abby,” he said, kissing her gently behind the ear.
“Merry Christmas, Gibbs.”
TITLE: A Very Smutty Christmas
AUTHOR: squeecakes
PAIRING: Gibbs/Abby (established relationship)
RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT: 1424 words
NOTES: Thanks to trialia for her beta and patience with my not-so-mad tech skillz - hope this one is better!
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of love, not profit. I don't own Gibbs or Abby, I just like to watch them play.
SPOILERS: Very mild one for Silent Night.
REQUESTED:
Three things she would like in her story: gibbs' boat, kissing, caffeine
Three things she doesn't want in her story: songs/songfic, bdsm/kink/rape/non-con, other pairings
Gibbs pulled into his driveway on the snowy Christmas night, still warm inside from the phone call to his father. He had been dreading coming home to Abby a little; it was their first Christmas together, and he knew she had wanted to spend it with him. That combined with her childlike excitement over the holiday made him believe that he would be in for a weekend of enforced celebration.
His tread was cautious, in the hope that he could just snuggle up beside her sleeping form without any fanfare. Yet as he opened the front door, he saw that the room was devoid of decorations and that Abby was nowhere to be seen, although the kitchen lights were on.
He hung up his coat and closed the door, glancing briefly up the stairs before he decided to forego sleep, heading down to the basement instead.
As soon as he opened the door, the twinkle of tinsel wrapped around the bannister caught his eye, and he slowed, letting himself adjust to the glow of warm lighting and bright colours. He spotted Abby folded up on the chair reading a magazine.
His expression remained neutral as she rose to greet him, her long, pale legs unfolding from under a blanket, feet buried in fluffy red slippers for warmth. Gibbs' breath caught as he spotted a flash of Abby's bare bottom before her tiny skirt fell over it. She stopped about a step from him, a hopeful smile on her face.
Gibbs knew that Abby had meant well, but she had invaded his sanctuary, and he wasn't sure he was comfortable with that. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy her company down here in the depths of night; it was that before she had always come invited. The basement and his boat had always been the one place which had been his and his alone, the place he could come and think about Shannon and Kelly without concern for Abby's feelings.
“Here,” Abby said throatily, pressing a warm cup of coffee into Gibbs' hands. He realized that he'd been lost in his own thoughts for some time.
Gibbs watched her retreat to the chair, forcing himself to drink deeply from the cup before he followed her over. He found that she'd spiked the coffee with whiskey, which helped him to relax a little more about the situation.
He looked around the room properly, noticing for the first time that although the decorations were excessive by his standards, by Abby's they were not. There was some tinsel, a string of fairy lights along the boat, and a large silver foil star which was suspended from the ceiling.
He admired the star for a few seconds until he felt Abby's hand curl lightly around his arm. “Please don't be mad with me Gibbs. I know you still miss them, and I'm okay with that. I'm a big girl.” She stepped around into his line of sight. “I don't want you to feel like it's something you have to go through alone.”
Gibbs cupped the side of her face and kissed her on the forehead. “Thanks, Abs.” He murmured, slipping an arm around her as he went to put down his mug.
“I'm sorry I missed church,” he said lightly, content to change the subject for now.
“It's okay Gibbs, I think God will forgive you for taking the day off to reunite a man with his family.” She smiled up at him and he couldn't help but mirror her, lowering his mouth to hers.
The kiss was tender, a familiar tracing of the lines of her mouth which he knew so well. His hands stroked down her body in a similar fashion, gliding over her tight sweater, fingers cupping naturally around her curves. She shivered lightly as they planed over the small of her back, dipping into the back of her skirt and tugging lightly at the top of her thong.
Abby exhaled audibly, breaking away from the kiss and pressing her mouth to Gibbs' neck, one hand around his waist, the other clutching at his shirt.
Gibbs groaned as she nipped and sucked at his pulse point, his hips shifting instinctually in her direction. The wetness of her mouth moved lower down his chest and stomach as Abby unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off his shoulders. She glanced up at him as she loosened his belt, softly cupping and kissing his erection through his pants.
“Abby,” he breathed, “upstairs.”
She nodded obediently, trailing in front of him as he killed the lights.
In the bedroom, Gibbs sat down on the armchair in the corner and took off his shoes and socks. It was a solid, overstuffed recliner which lent itself well to activities other than reading.
When he looked up, he caught Abby's eye. She sat coyly on the end of his bed, her legs pressed together, slippers nearby in a haphazard pile.
Gently, he patted the arm of the chair and Abby came to him, sitting lightly on his lap. The electric look that passed between them lasted barely a second as their lips crushed together, fervent despite the awkward angle.
Gibbs snaked one hand under Abby's sweater, his thumb rubbing the lace edging of her bra teasingly across her nipple, working it to a point before he turned his attention to the other one.
By now, she was curled in his lap, and he shifted her slightly, helping her out of her sweater and turning her to face him. Her skin was warm against his torso, the lace on her bra teasing his own nipples to attention. He dropped his mouth, sucking hard at her breasts, unable to resist pressing his straining erection up against her as she whimpered to him.
“Fuck, Gibbs,” she hissed.
“Patience, Abs,” he smirked, letting her breasts fall and holding her hips steady as he began to knead her inner thighs. She gripped the arms of the chair in frustration as she held still for him, almost crying out as she waited for his hands to reach her core.
Finally, she felt one of his thumbs flicker over her opening, dipping into the wetness in the most cursory manner. The other hand held her thong aside, so Gibbs' moistened thumb could trace her clitoris in an agonizingly slow circle. He savoured every gasped breath she made above him, careful to stop her attempts to grind more briskly against him.
The teasing ground to a pace so slow that Gibbs was actually surprised when he felt Abby's hand close around his cock. She stroked it firmly, throwing him off guard long enough for her to unbutton his pants. Her touch lightened as she stroked along the shaft through his briefs, once again kissing down Gibbs' body until she reached the white elastic waistband. Her hands now cradled his balls gently as her mouth suckled the cotton-sheathed head of his penis.
“Abby,” he groaned in warning, his hips bucking towards her face.
Abby didn't want this to end just yet, so she eased off the briefs with Gibbs' trousers, resisting the temptation to close her mouth around his member as she stood and stripped off her panties.
She turned to get a condom, and was surprised to feel Gibbs' heat behind her.
“Kneel on the bed,” he said gruffly, his erection bobbing against her bare ass.
He took the condom from her and put it on before he stepped forward to the bed, kneeling between her parted thighs. He slid his length along her slit a few times, teasing at her clitoris before he guided himself up into her vagina in an easy stroke.
He held her still for a moment before allowing her to control the thrusting, one arm wrapped around her stomach as he tried to match her strokes. His hand dropped between her legs as his breathing grew laboured, working her body towards the same crescendo his was rapidly approaching, monitoring her pleasure by the volume of her whimpers.
He felt her body clench around him, her pubis pressed desperately against his hand and allowed himself a few more weak thrusts before he spent himself, burying himself inside her as she writhed against him.
Once their cries subsided, Gibbs rolled over onto his side, spooning up beside Abby and kissing her neck, his hand gently kneading her pubis.
“Merry Christmas, Abby,” he said, kissing her gently behind the ear.
“Merry Christmas, Gibbs.”