NCIS: Gibbs/Abby "And Ravening Thunder Rumbles
Title: And Ravening Thunder Rumbles
Fandom: NCIS
Characters/Pairing: Jethro Gibbs/Abby Sciuto
Prompts:For varietypack100 #69 Thunder
Word Count: 535
Rating: T
Summary: She’d live in the city for over a decade and had learned to minimize time out of doors, maximize her vitamin C intake, and laugh off the caustic comments hurled out her. Until today.
Author's Notes: Title from the poem “Storm” by Loiuse Rill.
Dedication: For georgiamagnolia. A little while ago I put out a plea for help with my last five varietypack100 prompts and georgiamagnolia asked for Gibbs/Abby, their first kiss and then the storm starts. I mixed it up a wee bit, but she only asked for a paragraph and got a page and a half, so hopefully this will work. Thanks for the prompt and the lovely, lovely reviews! Hugs, love, and lots of donuts!!
The weather forecast had been calling for storms for over a week, yet not a drop had fallen. They needed storms or rain or relief. The Tidal Basin was low, the humidity and temperature high and tempers higher. It was one of those summers that reminded you that slightly 200 years ago a few Founding Fathers decided that a swamp between Virginia and Maryland would be a good place to build the Nation’s Capital. It was the kind of weather that if you ventured outside for more than five minutes, you came back into the freezing air conditioning soaked with perspiration and the damp that hung in the air. It was the kind of weather that made summer colds prevalent. That made friends snap at each other over the tiniest of things.
Abby knew all this. Knew it was a part of the charm of the summer in DC. She’d live in the city for over a decade and had learned to minimize time out of doors, maximize her vitamin C intake, and laugh off the caustic comments hurled out her. Until today.
Jethro Gibbs had never been as mean, as brutal with her as he had been when she told him that a test she was running had been compromised. Actual anger had flared in his eyes and venom had spewed from his lips stinging her like a verbal scorpion. Tears had sprung in her eyes and she had been powerless to prevent the tear that tracked its way down her cheek. And that was the worst, although he saw the tear, Gibbs had turned away with a moment of comfort, not even a hand on her cheek or arm.
When, hours later, the glass door to her lab hissed open, she didn’t bother turning around. She knew it was Gibbs, knew his smell, the tempo of his gait; and she didn’t want him to see the evidence of her tears still staining her face. She felt his body press against her back as an arm wrapped around her to deposit a Caf!Pow before her. She said nothing and remained absolutely still.
“I’m sorry, Abs,” the words were dropped with a kiss to the top of her head.
“Never apologize, it’s a sign of weakness,” Abby hated the vulnerability in her voice.
Gibbs slowly and gently spun her chair around. His eyes grew soft and sad at the evidence of her tears and he tenderly cupped her cheeks, the pads of his thumbs brushing away the remnants of moisture, “Not with the people you love. I am sorry, Abby.”
She pulled on his slightly until their foreheads touched, “I know, but you hurt me, Gibbs. I know that you were upset and stressed, but it still stung.”
“I swear, I never want to hurt you. I lo…” he stopped, took a breath and continued, “I love you too much to hurt you.”
She pulled back slightly, studying him, “I love you, too.” She kept her eyes open as she moved her lips to his.
The first tentative kiss became something more as thunder rumbled in the distance. The storm had finally come to DC and with it the city would find relief as two people finally found release in their beloved's arms.
Fandom: NCIS
Characters/Pairing: Jethro Gibbs/Abby Sciuto
Prompts:For varietypack100 #69 Thunder
Word Count: 535
Rating: T
Summary: She’d live in the city for over a decade and had learned to minimize time out of doors, maximize her vitamin C intake, and laugh off the caustic comments hurled out her. Until today.
Author's Notes: Title from the poem “Storm” by Loiuse Rill.
Dedication: For georgiamagnolia. A little while ago I put out a plea for help with my last five varietypack100 prompts and georgiamagnolia asked for Gibbs/Abby, their first kiss and then the storm starts. I mixed it up a wee bit, but she only asked for a paragraph and got a page and a half, so hopefully this will work. Thanks for the prompt and the lovely, lovely reviews! Hugs, love, and lots of donuts!!
The weather forecast had been calling for storms for over a week, yet not a drop had fallen. They needed storms or rain or relief. The Tidal Basin was low, the humidity and temperature high and tempers higher. It was one of those summers that reminded you that slightly 200 years ago a few Founding Fathers decided that a swamp between Virginia and Maryland would be a good place to build the Nation’s Capital. It was the kind of weather that if you ventured outside for more than five minutes, you came back into the freezing air conditioning soaked with perspiration and the damp that hung in the air. It was the kind of weather that made summer colds prevalent. That made friends snap at each other over the tiniest of things.
Abby knew all this. Knew it was a part of the charm of the summer in DC. She’d live in the city for over a decade and had learned to minimize time out of doors, maximize her vitamin C intake, and laugh off the caustic comments hurled out her. Until today.
Jethro Gibbs had never been as mean, as brutal with her as he had been when she told him that a test she was running had been compromised. Actual anger had flared in his eyes and venom had spewed from his lips stinging her like a verbal scorpion. Tears had sprung in her eyes and she had been powerless to prevent the tear that tracked its way down her cheek. And that was the worst, although he saw the tear, Gibbs had turned away with a moment of comfort, not even a hand on her cheek or arm.
When, hours later, the glass door to her lab hissed open, she didn’t bother turning around. She knew it was Gibbs, knew his smell, the tempo of his gait; and she didn’t want him to see the evidence of her tears still staining her face. She felt his body press against her back as an arm wrapped around her to deposit a Caf!Pow before her. She said nothing and remained absolutely still.
“I’m sorry, Abs,” the words were dropped with a kiss to the top of her head.
“Never apologize, it’s a sign of weakness,” Abby hated the vulnerability in her voice.
Gibbs slowly and gently spun her chair around. His eyes grew soft and sad at the evidence of her tears and he tenderly cupped her cheeks, the pads of his thumbs brushing away the remnants of moisture, “Not with the people you love. I am sorry, Abby.”
She pulled on his slightly until their foreheads touched, “I know, but you hurt me, Gibbs. I know that you were upset and stressed, but it still stung.”
“I swear, I never want to hurt you. I lo…” he stopped, took a breath and continued, “I love you too much to hurt you.”
She pulled back slightly, studying him, “I love you, too.” She kept her eyes open as she moved her lips to his.
The first tentative kiss became something more as thunder rumbled in the distance. The storm had finally come to DC and with it the city would find relief as two people finally found release in their beloved's arms.