Porn Battle V (the fifth dimension)
Porn Battle V (the fifth dimension) IS A GOTo join the battle, all you need to do is pick a prompt (any prompt, even if it's your own) and write the porniest bit of fiction you can, or make the hottest manip or painting or vid or song. Make it as kinky or as subtle as you like, but make it hot, melt your readers, create a stampede to all the ( Read more... )
He's not sure if it's the rhythmic pounding of raindrops on his roof combined with the rolling bass of the thunder that brings to mind her music, or if it's just that thunderstorms are so perfectly Abby that he can't help but make the association. The part of him that looks deeper is afraid it's because he remembers holding her close, sharing her fear and grief as the skies poured down outside her lab. But whatever the reason, when the clouds roll in, he knows what to expect after he closes his eyes.
Tonight is no exception.
"Gibbs!" she shouts, spinning away from her microscope. She bounces over to him, arms outstretched. "Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs! I missed you so much!"
And then she's in his arms, so warm and soft and Abby. He kisses the top of her head, and she wraps herself more tightly around him, one heavy boot resting against his calf. "Call me Jethro," he says.
"Jethro." She says his name with a husky giggle, the sound a perfect mix of little girl joy and grown up sensuality that gets him every time. "Mmm. I like."
She cups the back of his neck as he dips his head, raising herself on her tiptoes to meet him. She kisses him open-mouthed, like they've done this a thousand times before and will do it thousands again. He grabs hold of her perfect ass with both hands, lifting her up--
And then she's naked in front of him, naked against him, perched on the very edge of the workbench in his basement. "What are you waiting for, Jethro?" she asks, parting her legs in welcome. He steps forward. Her eyes close and her mouth opens as he slides into her, and it's all he can do to keep his own eyes open, to watch her as she throws back her head and gasps louder and louder with each stroke. She's got her legs wrapped tight around him, combat boots slapping against his ass, and he never wants to leave.
"Oh, Gibbs," she growls, shuddering around him. He slows a little, drawing out her pleasure. She licks her lips, and then slowly opens her eyes. "Mmm. God, I love you."
He wakes to the trickle of rain on his window and a patch of wetness on his sheets. He rubs his hand over his face, but that doesn't wipe away the guilt. Abby's off limits. Always has been, always will be.
But he can't help hoping that the rain keeps coming down all week.
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