NCIS: Hands of a Hero
Title: Hands of a Hero
Fandom: NCIS
Prompt: 11a Hero.
Rating: G
A/N: I think Mark Harmon has sexy hands. Abby sits with her hero. No beta, second version.
Abby's hero needed saving. For the first time in the eight years she'd known Gibbs, he wasn't up saving the day. Gibbs wasn't yelling at Tony, or scaring McGee or kissing her cheek.
He was laying in a bed connected to machines and scaring the hell out of her. Abby set a fresh steaming cup of coffee next to his bed on the sidetable. She dropped her bag on the floor and slowly pulled the chair next to the bed. She had taken a short break, encouraging Jen to leave and getting Gibbs the coffee. Abby wasn't naive, she knew he would not suddenly awake to the smell. It was a sentimental, symbolic gesture.
Gibbs' hand was scuffed and red. She gently picked it up and wrapped hers around it. For the first time ever, his hand didn't drape itself around hers and squeeze. It was still and warm. Abby pressed scabbed fingers to her cheek and closed her eyes.
She had told him once just how much she loved his hands. He had large, well worn, callused hands. Deep down, Abby had always had a thing for men who used their hands. Carpenters, painters, the art students she dated briefly in college.
Hands that were used had crevices and bumps that told the history of the owner. Abby looked down at the hand she held tightly. The dark skin was dotted red with the angry cuts and welts from the explosion.
He'd laughed at her when she said his hands were sexy. Gibbs said they were hands, hands that did what needed to be done and had done wrong a time or two. He had given her that half smile he got when someone came on to him or he was embarrased. Gibbs tried to pull his hands from her but Abby held on tight and brought his hands her her mouth. She stared at him as she kissed his knuckles and smiled.
His hands were beautiful. They were hero hands. Hands that had held her when Kate died, and pulled her close in the lab and promised to keep her safe. His hands had touched her face and rubbed her shoulders.
Abby especially liked his hands when they made their way over her body. When Gibbs would whisper in her ear and hold her face in his hands and she would smile.
Abby's hero needed saving. And she needed her hero.
Fandom: NCIS
Prompt: 11a Hero.
Rating: G
A/N: I think Mark Harmon has sexy hands. Abby sits with her hero. No beta, second version.
Abby's hero needed saving. For the first time in the eight years she'd known Gibbs, he wasn't up saving the day. Gibbs wasn't yelling at Tony, or scaring McGee or kissing her cheek.
He was laying in a bed connected to machines and scaring the hell out of her. Abby set a fresh steaming cup of coffee next to his bed on the sidetable. She dropped her bag on the floor and slowly pulled the chair next to the bed. She had taken a short break, encouraging Jen to leave and getting Gibbs the coffee. Abby wasn't naive, she knew he would not suddenly awake to the smell. It was a sentimental, symbolic gesture.
Gibbs' hand was scuffed and red. She gently picked it up and wrapped hers around it. For the first time ever, his hand didn't drape itself around hers and squeeze. It was still and warm. Abby pressed scabbed fingers to her cheek and closed her eyes.
She had told him once just how much she loved his hands. He had large, well worn, callused hands. Deep down, Abby had always had a thing for men who used their hands. Carpenters, painters, the art students she dated briefly in college.
Hands that were used had crevices and bumps that told the history of the owner. Abby looked down at the hand she held tightly. The dark skin was dotted red with the angry cuts and welts from the explosion.
He'd laughed at her when she said his hands were sexy. Gibbs said they were hands, hands that did what needed to be done and had done wrong a time or two. He had given her that half smile he got when someone came on to him or he was embarrased. Gibbs tried to pull his hands from her but Abby held on tight and brought his hands her her mouth. She stared at him as she kissed his knuckles and smiled.
His hands were beautiful. They were hero hands. Hands that had held her when Kate died, and pulled her close in the lab and promised to keep her safe. His hands had touched her face and rubbed her shoulders.
Abby especially liked his hands when they made their way over her body. When Gibbs would whisper in her ear and hold her face in his hands and she would smile.
Abby's hero needed saving. And she needed her hero.