New NCIS Fic
Title: Sharing is Caring
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Abby/Gibbs(/Ducky)
Prompt: #42 Triangle
Word Count: 666 (okay, that can’t be good)
Rating: T+
Summary: “Ducky told me that you like to share things today.”
Author's Notes: Tiny, small, microscopic spoiler for Trojan Horse. Warning: Mentions of implied slash and het sex. More below in Author’s Assertion.
The finger tracing her spider web tattoo was feather-light, but controlled enough that she didn’t squirm under the touch. Her head was resting on his naked chest and she could tell from the change in his breathing that he was about to speak. A smile spread across her lips at how intimately she knew him when his voice rumbled in her ears.
“Ducky told me that you like to share things today.”
“Oh, we like to share things all the time, not just today,” her voice sounded that if she hadn’t been in a prone position, she would have been bouncing on the balls of her feet.
He huffed, “You know what I mean, Abs. What kinda things do you and Duck share?”
“Ah, the Duckman and I share lots of things.” She flipped away from him, as energetic at night as she was during the day, and raised her hands in air to count on her fingers. “Lets see… We share credit. We share coffee… oh, and tea, but I’m not a fan. We share meals. We share rides. We share elevators. We share stories. We share friendship. We share worry. We share love. We share hugs. We share kisses. We share beds, sometimes. Oh, and of course, we share a lover.”
Until the last two, Gibbs had found himself fascinated by the movement of her hands, but her words shocked him out of that hypnotic state. “What?”
Abby blinked at him, “What what? Are you shocked that I’ve slept with Ducky or that I know you have? I mean, personally, I was shocked that I slept with Ducky. Not, mind you, from my perspective, but from his. I always thought that he was gay not bi, so ending up in his great, big four-poster bed was a bit of a shock. And the things he did in that bed… Well, like you said, he’s older, not dead. Far from it. As for knowing that you’ve slept with…”
“Abby,” Gibbs growled trying to stem her flow of words.
Abby sat up in the bed and stared down at him, “Oh, don’t give me that Semper Fi, don’t-ask-don’t-tell crap, Gibbs. Love is love and by the way you can love more than one person at a time. So, don’t start feeling guilty about that. Although, the whole thing with Lieutenant Colonel Hollis Mann you can get the guilts about cause that is just sex. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm all for sex for the sake of sex, but not if it hurts someone I love. And, no," she could tell from his face he was concerned, "you didn't hurt me. I love you, Gibbs, but I'm not toe-curlingly, forsaking all others in love with you. Ducky is. Though, I wish it wasn't the forsaking all others part." The last was said into her knees as she hugged her legs to her chest and laid her head on her knees.
"You love him."
It wasn't a question, yet it demanded an answer. A truthful answer, "Yes."
He sat up as well, leaning against the headboard, "Oh."
The exchange happened in reverse. She saying the same statement/question and him giving the same reply.
"Oh," she scooted back so that she was leaning against him. "Then why are we here?"
His arms closed around her, pulling her, trapping her against me, "Cause I love you, too. I'm a selfish bastard and don't want to lose you."
"I know, but if you love Ducky and me; and if I love Ducky and you, then why aren't we all together? I mean it seems like the most logical thing. You know, considering I'm a selfish bitch, myself."
Had it been anyone else in the world that uttered that phrase about Abby, they would have at the least been treated with a patented Gibbs stare. But, with Abby he just chuckled. "Could we actually do that? I mean the three of us?"
"Why not," Abby giggled. "Ducky's bed is big enough!"
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Abby/Gibbs(/Ducky)
Prompt: #42 Triangle
Word Count: 666 (okay, that can’t be good)
Rating: T+
Summary: “Ducky told me that you like to share things today.”
Author's Notes: Tiny, small, microscopic spoiler for Trojan Horse. Warning: Mentions of implied slash and het sex. More below in Author’s Assertion.
The finger tracing her spider web tattoo was feather-light, but controlled enough that she didn’t squirm under the touch. Her head was resting on his naked chest and she could tell from the change in his breathing that he was about to speak. A smile spread across her lips at how intimately she knew him when his voice rumbled in her ears.
“Ducky told me that you like to share things today.”
“Oh, we like to share things all the time, not just today,” her voice sounded that if she hadn’t been in a prone position, she would have been bouncing on the balls of her feet.
He huffed, “You know what I mean, Abs. What kinda things do you and Duck share?”
“Ah, the Duckman and I share lots of things.” She flipped away from him, as energetic at night as she was during the day, and raised her hands in air to count on her fingers. “Lets see… We share credit. We share coffee… oh, and tea, but I’m not a fan. We share meals. We share rides. We share elevators. We share stories. We share friendship. We share worry. We share love. We share hugs. We share kisses. We share beds, sometimes. Oh, and of course, we share a lover.”
Until the last two, Gibbs had found himself fascinated by the movement of her hands, but her words shocked him out of that hypnotic state. “What?”
Abby blinked at him, “What what? Are you shocked that I’ve slept with Ducky or that I know you have? I mean, personally, I was shocked that I slept with Ducky. Not, mind you, from my perspective, but from his. I always thought that he was gay not bi, so ending up in his great, big four-poster bed was a bit of a shock. And the things he did in that bed… Well, like you said, he’s older, not dead. Far from it. As for knowing that you’ve slept with…”
“Abby,” Gibbs growled trying to stem her flow of words.
Abby sat up in the bed and stared down at him, “Oh, don’t give me that Semper Fi, don’t-ask-don’t-tell crap, Gibbs. Love is love and by the way you can love more than one person at a time. So, don’t start feeling guilty about that. Although, the whole thing with Lieutenant Colonel Hollis Mann you can get the guilts about cause that is just sex. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm all for sex for the sake of sex, but not if it hurts someone I love. And, no," she could tell from his face he was concerned, "you didn't hurt me. I love you, Gibbs, but I'm not toe-curlingly, forsaking all others in love with you. Ducky is. Though, I wish it wasn't the forsaking all others part." The last was said into her knees as she hugged her legs to her chest and laid her head on her knees.
"You love him."
It wasn't a question, yet it demanded an answer. A truthful answer, "Yes."
He sat up as well, leaning against the headboard, "Oh."
The exchange happened in reverse. She saying the same statement/question and him giving the same reply.
"Oh," she scooted back so that she was leaning against him. "Then why are we here?"
His arms closed around her, pulling her, trapping her against me, "Cause I love you, too. I'm a selfish bastard and don't want to lose you."
"I know, but if you love Ducky and me; and if I love Ducky and you, then why aren't we all together? I mean it seems like the most logical thing. You know, considering I'm a selfish bitch, myself."
Had it been anyone else in the world that uttered that phrase about Abby, they would have at the least been treated with a patented Gibbs stare. But, with Abby he just chuckled. "Could we actually do that? I mean the three of us?"
"Why not," Abby giggled. "Ducky's bed is big enough!"