Distance Nightmare 21/37
Chapter 21 - Lazy Morning
Abby's first thought on drifting awake next morning was…
No nightmares...
She wasn't naïve enough to think she'd seen the last of them, but any night which ended without one could only be good.
And any morning which started off with the traditional male salute to the morning digging into her ass was just about perfect too.
My turn…
… was her second, more gleeful thought as she registered that Gibbs was spooned behind her, hand resting on her hip. By his deep, even breathing, he seemed to be still asleep… except for one part of his anatomy which was very much awake.
Abby resisted the urge, but only just, to grind back against his hardness and turned over carefully, trying not to wake him.
Gibbs stirred and moved onto his back but didn't appear to wake. She lay gazing at him while he slept. He looked relaxed, the lines around his eyes and mouth softened. It was the most unguarded she'd seen him in a long time and he looked younger, more content without his usual mask in place.
It was a sight she wanted to wake up to from now on.
Resisting the urge to run her fingers over his handsome face, she shifted on the bed. Stretching, she took an inventory, feeling her muscles deliciously sore for a much more interesting reason than they had been earlier in the week.
Before she'd got distracted by him last night, Abby had been doing a lot of thinking. There was something she needed to do today but first…
Moving carefully so as not to wake him, she grabbed the mocha massage oil off the bedside table. Sliding slowly under the covers, she tried to work her way stealthily south, stifling the urge to giggle. She'd settled herself by his legs, making a tent out of the comforter without pulling it off him too much.
She'd managed to pour some massage oil into her hands when a low voice rumbled out, still rough from sleep.
"Going somewhere, Abbs?"
Busted.
She might have known she couldn't out-sneak a sniper. She looked up, grinning at him as he raised the covers to peer in at her.
Gibbs couldn't help laughing at the picture she presented, looking like a mischievous elf with her hair all tousled and a cheeky grin on her face. He'd been woken up when she'd started squirming down the bed.
"Just saying good morning," came the husky reply as she rubbed her hands together, spreading the oil. "It's my turn."
Any reply he might have made was cut off as a warm hand, slick with oil, wrapped itself round his cock, causing him to gasp and arch off the bed.
Throwing back the covers so at least he could see before he lost the ability to form a coherent thought, he watched as Abby's fingers trailed up and down his length, spreading the oil generously all over his cock and balls.
Giving him a wicked grin as he shifted under her touch, she poured more oil into her hands, stroking her hands down his legs, massaging the firm thigh muscles, feeling the roughness of at least one scar under fingertips.
Leaning down, she kissed her way slowly along his thighs, alternating between nipping and licking before grazing her teeth up along one hip. Moving over to pay attention to the other hip, her hair brushed tantalizingly over his hardness, hearing his low moan as she did so.
Hands trailing softly over his stomach, she felt the muscles contract under her touch as she stroked ever closer to where he wanted… but not close enough. She heard his strained, "Abbs," and his hips shifted, trying to push his erection towards her hands. Chuckling as she enjoyed her payback, she teased him with just her fingertips moving slowly over his thighs, scraping lightly with her nails, inching ever nearer.
Settling herself between his legs, Abby finally put her hands on his hardness again. She began caressing him firmly, keeping the pace slow, and massaging his balls, hearing him groan as she tormented him.
Gibbs felt his breath catch as he saw her lean forward and rest her face against his length, nuzzling into him, smiling seductively, green eyes sparkling. "Something you want, Jethro?"
She expected him to speak?... Now?
Not sure he could even remember his own name, never mind say what he wanted to in English… or even in Russian come to that… all he could do was give a low moan, his body aching with need. Hearing her throaty chuckle, he tried to concentrate through a haze of lust and was finally able to grind out, "Need you… now."
Taking pity on him, she waited till he made eye contact, blue eyes dark and intense, before turning her head and running her lips against him, her tongue flicking out.
He watched mesmerized as her hand was joined by a warm tongue licking its way slowly up his hard length to swirl over the swollen and dripping tip. Lapping at the head, she licked up the drops of pre-cum, feeling his hand rest on her head, tangling in her hair, hearing him groan.
Feeling her tongue move over the sensitive tip, he saw himself disappear slowly into those lips he'd fantasized about for years doing precisely this, and felt himself harden even further.
Suckling hard on the tip, she felt him swell in her mouth and flattened her tongue against the underside of the head before setting up a steady rhythm. Bobbing her head up and down, she took him in as far as she could before lifting her head to lick over the head on each stroke.
He fisted his hands in the sheets, giving himself over to the incredible sensations she was producing.
Loving the taste of him combined with the mocha flavor, she used her hands to stroke in a firm counter rhythm to her mouth. She'd always been good at this and had imagined doing this to Gibbs more times than she could count.
Seeing him writhing underneath her ministrations, knowing she was responsible for driving his iron control to the limit, logging his reactions… harder here… linger on this bit… softer there… turned her on more than she thought possible.
Did she say earlier that she couldn't think of a hotter sight?
She was wrong.
Looking up along the line of his body, she could see his back arched off the bed, his neck straining and hands holding the headboard in a death grip.
Delighted that she was responsible for doing that to him, she hummed her contentment, which caused him to groan even more as he felt the sensation zing right through him.
A cheeky thought crossed her mind and she let him slip slowly from her mouth, resting her cheek against his shaft. "Perhaps I should stop before you break the headboard."
What?!
He raised his head and glared down at her, voice hoarse and strained. "I'll make another one, goddammit, just don't stop."
Wow, made him beg after all.
The chuckle that began in her throat ended wrapped around his cock as she took him back into her mouth, the vibration causing him to curse and buck his hips. She set to work again and drove him relentlessly higher until she heard him growl her name as he came… hard.
She hung on as he rode out his orgasm, holding him in her mouth, licking him clean as he softened. Gently caressing him with her hands, she slowly released him. A satisfied smile on her lips, she crawled up his body, pausing to kiss her way over his chest.
As the world came back into focus again, Gibbs opened his eyes to see Abby grinning down at him, looking like a contented cat. He pulled her down into a toe curling kiss, tasting himself and the mocha oil, and wrapped his arms around her, feeling his heartbeat gradually calming.
She snuggled into him, chuckling as she heard his ragged breathing, feeling immeasurably pleased with herself. "I haven't massaged your back yet."
He groaned. "Don't think I can move yet, Abbs."
"Later then," she promised him before a mischievous thought struck her. "Do you think Tony would believe me if I told him mocha had passed your lips?" He snorted with amusement and she giggled before continuing, "It's a pity they don't do Caf!Pow flavor."
"You're not covering me in Caf!Pow, Abbs." He'd never live it down.
"Spoilsport. You plus Caf!Pow… could well be my ideal taste combination." She nuzzled his neck, relishing his closeness, trying to ignore the throbbing between her legs. Touching him as she hadn't been able to do last night had turned her on enormously.
When he thought his legs would support him once again, Gibbs decided it was time to take care of her. Although he had an older man's stamina and could generally last longer in bed, he was no longer a teenager and took a while to recover once he was spent.
That didn't mean he couldn't help relieve Abby's itch.
"Come take a shower with me, Abbs."
She raised her head and gave him such a lazily seductive smile that he felt his stomach flip over. "I'd like that. I've been going crazy since Wednesday imagining you in the shower."
He grinned at her. "Me too. Be nice to not have to take a cold one this time."
Scrambling from the bed, she held out her hand. Joining her, he threaded his fingers into her tousled hair and began kissing her slowly, thoroughly, as he backed her towards the bathroom. Moaning into his mouth, she could feel her need increasing, running her hands up his broad back and down over his butt as she pressed herself against him.
Breaking contact only long enough to turn on the shower, he helped her in and when the water was warm enough, positioned her under the stream of water before grabbing her shampoo.
Abby let the water soak her hair, holding her face up to the spray. Distracted by the feeling of his hard chest at her back, she felt his lips trailing soft, nipping kisses along her shoulders and onto her neck, moaning as he suckled the spot where it joined her shoulder. His hands laced into her hair and began massaging her scalp, spreading the shampoo. A simple hair wash under his strong hands just felt… incredible… erotic.
"Always wanted to do this." His low, gravelly voice caused her to shiver.
Rinsing out the shampoo, his hand hesitated over the myriad bottles that had suddenly appeared in the shower. She giggled and threw him a look, handing him the conditioner, which he proceeded to spread slowly through her hair, running his fingers through the strands. Feeling cherished, she relaxed under his hands, humming her contentment as he rinsed her hair.
Before he could distract her further, Abby turned and reached for the shower gel, giving him a wide smile as she started running her hands over his front, delighting in exploring areas she didn't have time to, either last night or this morning. She couldn't see too clearly in the steamy shower… cataloguing every line and scar would have to wait till daylight, preferably spread out on the bed and with hours to leisurely explore.
She saw his eyes drift shut as he relaxed into her touch. He rested his hands on her hips as she washed his chest, carding her fingers through the hair there, scraping her nails lightly over his nipples, feeling his fingers flex and tighten over her hips as she did so.
She moved her hands over his broad shoulders and down his strong arms. She paused over the scar on his left shoulder, the bullet wound a present from Ari. She traced its outline gently before catching his eye. He nodded at her, reaching up to cover her hand. She leaned forward and ghosted a kiss over the scar.
Abby raised his hand and laced her fingers through his, massaging the palm of first one hand and then the other, tracing each line, scar and callous tenderly. She looked up at him, seeing his amused half smile. "I've always loved your hands, Jethro."
He tightened his hand around hers at her words and bent to kiss her softly, lips lingering, teasing and tugging on her bottom lip.
When she pulled back, sighing at the taste of him, she ran her hands down his stomach, feeling the ridge of another scar but not pausing this time, vowing to explore it later. He would tell her if he wanted to but she wouldn't push him. She felt her heart ache at just how many scars he must have. Her hands reached his hips and she squatted to soap down both legs. Straightening, she ran her hands firmly back up his legs and he quirked an eyebrow at her, knowing full well where she was headed.
She trailed her hands over his cock and balls, washing him gently, knowing he'd still be sensitive. He sucked in a shaky breath, closing his eyes at the tenderness of her hands, feeling himself stir under her touch but hoping she didn't expect too much from him yet because she'd be disappointed. When he opened his eyes and moved to speak, he saw her shake her head, looking up at him with an understanding smile.
"Turn round," she murmured.
Bracing himself against the wall, he obeyed and shivered as he felt her hands run down his back. Faced with the long muscular line of his back dipping in to his waist and that taut ass, she swallowed… another new discovery.
She'd always been aware of how big and powerful Gibbs was, towering over her when she wasn't in boots. Even when the heels of her boots made them level in height, his broad shoulders and large frame always meant that he seemed huge. When she was wrapped up in his arms, she virtually disappeared inside a bear hug.
So faced with the reality of a very long back, she eagerly ran her hands over the line of his muscles, over his still slim hips and down over what she could see… and feel… was a mighty fine piece of ass. Face to face with him in bed last night, she'd not had an opportunity to get her hands on his butt, nor had she seen it clearly yet… but it was certainly worth the wait. She heard him groan as she kneaded and soaped each cheek, sliding her hands over his butt and on down his legs.
Exploring him with her hands was playing havoc with her own arousal and she drew in a shaky breath as she rinsed off the suds.
When she'd finished mapping his body with her hands, he turned round and she pulled his head down for a searing kiss. When they broke for air, he smiled down at her before urging her back under the shower spray.
Abby jumped as his hands returned, soapy with shower gel and started running over her skin, sliding over her stomach and up to brush against the underside of her breasts.
Letting her head fall back against his shoulder, she surrendered herself to the dizzying sensations his hands were producing as he washed away the oil. Cupping her breasts in his hands, Gibbs massaged and stroked, rolling her nipples in his fingers till she was panting and arching her back, trying to push her breasts further into his hands. Reaching up behind her to grab the back of his neck, she heard herself moaning as she writhed against him.
Chuckling into her neck, he asked, "Think they're clean yet, Abbs?"
She could barely get her lust fogged brain to work, never mind her voice. "Oh god… more… don't stop."
"No intention of stopping…" he promised her, "not till you scream my name."
Leaving her breasts, he ran his hands down over her hips and round to her ass, repaying the attention as he kneaded firmly, soaping as his hands roamed. Feeling his hands move ever closer to her thighs, she tried to thrust towards his hands but when she came nearer, he moved his hands tantalizingly just out of reach.
Enjoying the sounds she was making, he finally relented and slid his finger down to circle her clit, before sliding a finger inside, feeling her arch against his hand.
Oh god, at last.
She felt him add another long finger to the one already driving her half out of her mind, aware of him trailing them over her inner walls. Unable to stop a loud cry as his fingers brushed her g-spot, she bucked against his hand.
He kept up a steady rhythm, stroking in and out, brushing her g-spot each time and circling her clit with the fingers of his other hand. He wrapped himself firmly around her, cradling her as she trembled in his arms.
She was edging ever closer to the cliff edge… just a bit more… right there… and heard him growl into her ear, "Let it go, Abbs."
That was enough.
She could hold back no longer, screaming his name as she shattered underneath his hands. Shaking, she clung to him as she came down, feeling his arms go round her waist as her knees threatened to give way.
"I've got you, Abbs." He breathed into her ear, nuzzling her neck as she recovered.
"You sure did," laughing breathlessly, she turned and wound her arms round his neck, smiling up at him. He kissed her softly, teasingly, drawing it out.
They stood there in the shower, wrapped up together, relishing the close contact.
Before the water cooled completely, they got out and helped each other dry off, sharing soft smiles and gentle kisses. Finishing their routine in the bathroom, they moved into the bedroom.
Getting ready together was a novelty too. The past few mornings they'd each got dressed and undressed in the bathroom so as not to tantalize the other too much.
In the first honeymoon period of any relationship, Abby always thought there was something very erotic about watching someone get dressed as well as helping them get undressed… especially when that someone was as sexy as Gibbs. So she more than enjoyed her first view of him moving about the bedroom naked, watching him pull on clothes, seeing that taut ass covered by boxers.
Sensing Gibbs watching her too, she rummaged in his dresser for her underwear, grinning at him as he pulled on pants and T-shirt and then settled on the end of the bed as if to enjoy the show… which he was. Gibbs ran his eyes over her curves as she bent over, feeling himself stir again. She was just intoxicating.
Sliding on one of her favorites, a dark green bra with black lace edging and a thong, she moved past him only to have him snag her arm and pull her towards him. He wrapped his arms round her, nuzzling into her cleavage, kissing his way teasingly along the lacy edge of her bra. Sliding her arms round his shoulders, she enjoyed the feeling of his warm breath on her skin.
"You like it?" she asked, burying her nose in his wet hair as she stood between his legs.
He smiled against her skin. "Very much. Will like it even more when I take it off later."
She felt his callused hands roam over her back, sliding down to cup her ass, squeezing gently. She ran her hands through his hair before cupping his face, brushing a gentle kiss against his lips. "Thank you, for taking care of me for the last few days."
He searched her eyes, amazed at the depth of feeling he could see shining there. "What else would I do, Abbs?"
She smiled. "I know." One constant throughout all the years they'd known each other as friends was how much he always tried to protect her, to take care of her. She knew that would probably only intensify now they were together. "I just don't want you to think I take it for granted, that's all. Having you with me, it's been… I think it's been the difference between me being able to cope this week and me falling apart."
He shrugged, pressing a soft kiss to her cleavage. "Haven't felt I've made much difference," he told her, honestly. "Just felt helpless."
She rested her forehead against his. God, she loved this man. "Well, you have… a big difference. I couldn't have coped without you… just by you being near me. Holding me at night, soothing the nightmares."
"Did you…?"
She forestalled his question. "Nope, not a one last night. I know it's not the end of the nightmares, it can't be but last night I slept really well," she smirked, "you must have worn me out."
Pulling Abby towards him, needing her as close as possible, Gibbs rested his head against her chest, hearing the calming thud of her heartbeat. With Ducky's visit later and what they wanted to talk to her about, and Abby perhaps seeing the footage sooner rather than later, this felt like the precious calm before the storm.
The peace was shattered by Abby's stomach growling. Giggling, she confessed. "Oops, that's me.."
"Hungry, Abbs?" he observed, his lopsided grin breaking out.
Abby nodded vigorously. "Famished. Really, really good sex makes me starving."
He huffed a laugh. "Better feed you then before you fade away."
Leaning back, hands on his shoulders, she grinned down at him. "Pancakes? Seeing as we're way past breakfast?"
"Thinkin' about it?" He slid his hands down over her ass and the back of her thighs, feeling her shiver under his touch.
Bending to press a quick kiss to his lips, she spun away from him. Dressing in comfortable and warm black pants and matching jumper, she finished it off with one of her black studded collars.
Abby watched as he dug out a sweatshirt that made her smile… his red hoodie. He saw her grin and quirked an eyebrow, questioningly.
"That's my favorite," she told him, blushing.
Looking down at it, he shrugged and held it out towards her. "You wear it then."
She shook her head. "Oh no, I mean it's my favorite when it's on you. You look way beyond hot in that." Every time she saw him in it, she just wanted to crawl up his front.
He shook his head, chuckling as he pulled it on. "It's just a sweatshirt, Abbs." He moved towards her and took the comb from her hand. "Let me. Always wanted to do this." He stood behind her and she felt him gently run the comb through her wet hair, tenderly easing out the tangles. She could get used to being spoiled like this.
When he'd finished, he wrapped his hands in her hair and buried his nose in it, breathing deeply as the scent of her shampoo filled his senses. "Sandalwood." He'd smelled it in the shower but couldn't resist getting close again to confirm it. Combined with her gunpowder perfume, it was a heady mix.
"I think I might need to do this next bit though," she teased, laughing, holding up her hair bands.
He laughed, holding his hands up. "Definitely out of my depth." He watched, intrigued, as she managed to put her hair evenly up in loose pigtails with practiced movements.
Unable to resist tugging on a pigtail as he turned away, he told her. "Have to put a mirror up in here for ya."
When he turned back, he saw Abby suddenly looking unsure, biting her lip and fidgeting with her hands. How had she gone from playful to uncertain in the space of a heartbeat?
"Are you sure?" Abby looked up and her eyes skittered away after a brief eye contact. "I mean, I don't want you thinking you've got make changes in here just for me. I can manage, you don't have to… You don't have to keep doing things for me, you know. I'm just not used to…"
He moved closer. "What? Me being nice?"
"No," she protested, shaking her head. "You're always nice to me. It's just… I'm not used to being spoiled like this and..."
"You're wondering where the cranky old bastard's gone?" He ran his fingers gently over her cheek.
"Yeah… I mean no…" she trailed off before continuing, sounding lost. "Well, yeah."
He chuckled. "He's still here, Abbs. Just figured you didn't need him these past few days."
"But I love that cranky old bastard, just as much as I do this new guy… this tender, caring man." She moved nearer, winding her arms round his neck. "I've seen flashes of this guy over the years but I'm also still getting to know him." She bit her lip, unsure if she should continue. "I just want normal. Just treat me… like me."
It was hard to explain but she didn't want anyone, especially Gibbs, treading on eggshells around her.
"I want normal too," Gibbs assured her.
"Normal is both of us back at work. Normal is you growling at me for results and me telling you science can't be rushed, and then I'll go galloping round the evidence and you'll get impatient and say, Abby, to make me focus," he chuckled as she did a passable imitation of his exasperated voice. "And normal is going to be spending time together outside work so we can figure out how this… us… will work."
He nuzzled his way over her cheek to her neck, pulling her closer. "Sounds good."
She sighed at his warm breath on her neck, relaxing against him. "I just don't want you doing anything you don't want to do… what you wouldn't do normally. "
He pulled back to look at her. "What if I want to, Abbs?"
For someone as feisty and independent as Abby, she could sometimes reveal a breathtaking vulnerability. She never seemed to believe she was worth any effort. He was crap with words but needed to make her believe she meant everything to him, that he wasn't just 'acting' nice because of what she'd been through.
She searched his eyes, moved by what she could see there. Smiling softly, she replied, "Then I'll stop protesting and say yes please, a mirror would be nice."
Giving him a thank you kiss, Abby was drawn to the window where she saw it had snowed in the night, not much but enough to add to the few inches already covering the yard from the week's cold spell. Growing up in the South, she loved the snow, even if she wasn't that keen on the cold.
"Think Toby and Emily will make it over today?" she asked. "The main roads should be cleared by now."
She felt his strong arms slide around her from behind, drawing her back against his chest. "Might not, Abbs. It's only a few inches but I don't think Ducky's Morgan will make it either."
Unable to resist a feed line like that, Abby giggled. "Well, we all know a few inches can make all the difference."
He snorted into her neck in amusement before swatting her on the ass.
A thought struck her. Remembering his reaction when she'd called him Jethro, shivering as she remembered his growl into her neck, she asked him hesitantly, "What is it about me calling you Jethro? I mean, is it okay for me to call you Jethro? I know I've always called you Gibbs but it just slipped out in the heat of the moment, and I kinda like it… you seemed to like it too."
He nuzzled her hair gently, "Love you using it. It's the way you say it… That husky voice would fry any man's brain cells."
TBC