New NCIS Fic: Bruised and Battered
Title: Bruised and Battered
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Gibbs/Abby
Spoilers: Corporal Punishment
Prompt: #13 Yellow
Word Count: 814
Rating: T for naked imagery
Summary: He’d had tried to hide his pain so that she wouldn’t be more worried.
Author's Notes: This is an AU, inspired in part by wiccagirl24’s wonderful Kelly!verse. In this ‘verse Emily Fornell is actually Emily Gibbs.
A special little treat for citymusings, who wanted some more Gabby moments. I hope this pleases and Merry Christmas!!
This was written in about 30 minutes while finishing the last minute Christmas stuff, so I’m sure it is riddled with mistakes. *smooches under the mistletoe* for anyone who spots them.
She’d been watching his silhouette against the opaque shower curtain for the last ten minutes. During those ten minutes he’d barely moved; just stood there letting the hot water pound down on his back. Since his run in with Corporal Damon Worth he’d done a pretty good job of hiding his own injuries, including not letting her see him naked. He hadn’t exactly brushed off her concern, but he’d had tried to hide his pain so that she wouldn’t be more worried. But she knew, from the way he laid stiffly in bed to the small amount of extra time that he took in hot showers to way he sat extra carefully at work, that he was still hurting.
Finally, he turned to face the spray and began his normal shower routine. Her mouth twisted in thought for a moment, before she moved forward and pulled back the shower curtain enough to allow herself to climb into the tub. Steam swirled around her making the figure in front of her still slightly blurry. As he spun to face her, the steam dissipated.
“What the hell, Abby,” shampoo dripped down the sides of his face. “You’ve got your clothes on.”
“Turn around.”
He leaned back to rinse the soap from his head, “Why?”
“I want to see your ass.”
“You’ve seen it a few hundred times before, Abs. Nothing new,” he reached behind him for the soap. She moved closer to him and he moved closer to the wall and under the spray, “You’re ruining your clothes.”
“Turn the hell around, Jethro,” Abby growled as she continued to move closer.
He sighed, “It’s not as bad as it looks. It’s just a bruise, I swear. Ducky checked me out.”
“Now,” her eyes glared as her hands pushed against his shoulders. When he finally relented and turned away from her, she gasped, “Oh my god.”
“Abs,” he started to turn back, but she put both hands on his shoulders to hold him in place.
From just below his ribs on his left side all the way down his lower back across his buttocks and to his right upper thigh was a purplish-yellow bruise. Her fingers shook as she gently began to trace along the edges of the massive contusion. She laid her head against his shoulder as she continued the path down his body. Unexpectedly, a sob ripped from her throat. At the sound, he spun and wrapped her tightly in his arms. Her clothes, now soaked from the spray, clung to them both as she sobbed against his shoulder.
His arms wrapped around her tighter, a hand making its way into her damp, stringy hair, “It’s okay, baby. I’m here. I’m here, Abbs.”
Even through the tears and the shower, he could feel her lips moving against his neck. At first, he thought she was talking, but then he felt the slight scrapping of her teeth. He pulled her away from him just enough to guide her lips to his. Before their lips touched, he moved his mouth carefully, “Always.”
The kiss lingered as he worked on removing her pajamas, a task hampered by their unwillingness to separate. She pulled back just enough to kick away the sopping drawstring pants and shrug off the button up top. She returned her arms to their original position around his neck and rested her nose against his cheek, her lips hovering above his, “I love you.”
He tilted his head to capture her mouth for a brief moment, “I love you, too. I didn’t want you to worry.”
“I worry every time you walk out of the Navy Yard, out of this house. But, worrying about reality is better than worrying about the terrible things my mind can create. Please, don’t hide things from me,” she rested her forehead against his.
“I promise,” he kissed her and held her against him.
A hand trailed down to the top of the bruise, “Does it hurt?”
“Like a bitch,” he sighed.
“Idiot, if you’d let me know about it, it’d be better by now. Come’on.” She turned off the shower and took his hand to lead him from the tub. Grabbing a few towels, she herded him towards the bed, “Put down the towels and lay down on your stomach. I’ve got something that will help.”
Gibbs did as he was told, but watched her as she returned with a small bottle filled with a yellow liquid, “What’s that?”
“It’s Arnica oil. It’s great for bruises and stiffness. Now just lie there and behave while I rub this in,” she crawled up on the bed next to him.
He smiled and kissed the naked thigh near his shoulder, as he relaxed under her firm yet gentle touch.
A few hours later when he’d wake wrapped around her still naked body, he’d be amazed at how much better his back felt.
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Gibbs/Abby
Spoilers: Corporal Punishment
Prompt: #13 Yellow
Word Count: 814
Rating: T for naked imagery
Summary: He’d had tried to hide his pain so that she wouldn’t be more worried.
Author's Notes: This is an AU, inspired in part by wiccagirl24’s wonderful Kelly!verse. In this ‘verse Emily Fornell is actually Emily Gibbs.
A special little treat for citymusings, who wanted some more Gabby moments. I hope this pleases and Merry Christmas!!
This was written in about 30 minutes while finishing the last minute Christmas stuff, so I’m sure it is riddled with mistakes. *smooches under the mistletoe* for anyone who spots them.
She’d been watching his silhouette against the opaque shower curtain for the last ten minutes. During those ten minutes he’d barely moved; just stood there letting the hot water pound down on his back. Since his run in with Corporal Damon Worth he’d done a pretty good job of hiding his own injuries, including not letting her see him naked. He hadn’t exactly brushed off her concern, but he’d had tried to hide his pain so that she wouldn’t be more worried. But she knew, from the way he laid stiffly in bed to the small amount of extra time that he took in hot showers to way he sat extra carefully at work, that he was still hurting.
Finally, he turned to face the spray and began his normal shower routine. Her mouth twisted in thought for a moment, before she moved forward and pulled back the shower curtain enough to allow herself to climb into the tub. Steam swirled around her making the figure in front of her still slightly blurry. As he spun to face her, the steam dissipated.
“What the hell, Abby,” shampoo dripped down the sides of his face. “You’ve got your clothes on.”
“Turn around.”
He leaned back to rinse the soap from his head, “Why?”
“I want to see your ass.”
“You’ve seen it a few hundred times before, Abs. Nothing new,” he reached behind him for the soap. She moved closer to him and he moved closer to the wall and under the spray, “You’re ruining your clothes.”
“Turn the hell around, Jethro,” Abby growled as she continued to move closer.
He sighed, “It’s not as bad as it looks. It’s just a bruise, I swear. Ducky checked me out.”
“Now,” her eyes glared as her hands pushed against his shoulders. When he finally relented and turned away from her, she gasped, “Oh my god.”
“Abs,” he started to turn back, but she put both hands on his shoulders to hold him in place.
From just below his ribs on his left side all the way down his lower back across his buttocks and to his right upper thigh was a purplish-yellow bruise. Her fingers shook as she gently began to trace along the edges of the massive contusion. She laid her head against his shoulder as she continued the path down his body. Unexpectedly, a sob ripped from her throat. At the sound, he spun and wrapped her tightly in his arms. Her clothes, now soaked from the spray, clung to them both as she sobbed against his shoulder.
His arms wrapped around her tighter, a hand making its way into her damp, stringy hair, “It’s okay, baby. I’m here. I’m here, Abbs.”
Even through the tears and the shower, he could feel her lips moving against his neck. At first, he thought she was talking, but then he felt the slight scrapping of her teeth. He pulled her away from him just enough to guide her lips to his. Before their lips touched, he moved his mouth carefully, “Always.”
The kiss lingered as he worked on removing her pajamas, a task hampered by their unwillingness to separate. She pulled back just enough to kick away the sopping drawstring pants and shrug off the button up top. She returned her arms to their original position around his neck and rested her nose against his cheek, her lips hovering above his, “I love you.”
He tilted his head to capture her mouth for a brief moment, “I love you, too. I didn’t want you to worry.”
“I worry every time you walk out of the Navy Yard, out of this house. But, worrying about reality is better than worrying about the terrible things my mind can create. Please, don’t hide things from me,” she rested her forehead against his.
“I promise,” he kissed her and held her against him.
A hand trailed down to the top of the bruise, “Does it hurt?”
“Like a bitch,” he sighed.
“Idiot, if you’d let me know about it, it’d be better by now. Come’on.” She turned off the shower and took his hand to lead him from the tub. Grabbing a few towels, she herded him towards the bed, “Put down the towels and lay down on your stomach. I’ve got something that will help.”
Gibbs did as he was told, but watched her as she returned with a small bottle filled with a yellow liquid, “What’s that?”
“It’s Arnica oil. It’s great for bruises and stiffness. Now just lie there and behave while I rub this in,” she crawled up on the bed next to him.
He smiled and kissed the naked thigh near his shoulder, as he relaxed under her firm yet gentle touch.
A few hours later when he’d wake wrapped around her still naked body, he’d be amazed at how much better his back felt.