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M through R › NCIS
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
17,660
Reviews:
19
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own NCIS, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Where Were We
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything NCIS related. But by golly, I’ll get some of Mark Harmon’s DNA somehow and clone him!
Author’s Note: Well, we all survived that crapfest of the previous chapter. Lets see if I can fix it with this one…
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“Problems, Abbs?”
“If you want to fight with your girlfriend, Gibbs, you can do it somewhere else. As you have said to me and McGee countless times: this is a workplace. And I don’t need your negative energy spoiling my lab”, she said, turning away and inputting data on the computer. She squared her shoulders, attempting to look as relaxed as possible.
“Besides, if you have issues, go to couples counseling or something, just don’t bark at each other in my lab. It’s not my fault that you guys aren’t getting along so don’t take it out on me. Either of you!”
She felt his nose in her hair, as he inhaled deeply, while slowly lowering his palms to the desk, on each side of her. He was barely touching her, but she could feel him breathing and the warmth of his body. It made her dizzy. The whole sensory deprivation shtick was making her not herself but a helpless, uncontrolled mess. A second ago she had been genuinely upset. At that Mann idiot for, well, being an idiot. And at Gibbs too, for being so nonchalant about it all. She didn’t need saving, but if he interjected, he could have done a better job of it. So she was mad at him.
Yes. Mad.
Angry and upset and hurt and whatnot.
She needed to keep to that train of thought, otherwise she’d just lean back into him and all would be lost. She needed to think how he hadn’t come to see her in two days. How Mann had insulted her before leaving. How Gibbs and his precious Hol had apparently had sex just the night before.
No! Bad thought.
Sex and Gibbs being in one sentence.
Focus, Abby.
Gone for two days. No CafPow!s. Not defending her in front of Mann.
He brushed a strand of hair off her neck and leaned in slightly to whisper to her, but made sure to keep the rest of his body away from her.
“I made a promise to you, Abby.”
“And what was that?” she choked out, surprised by the small squeak in her voice.
“I promised to take care of Hol bossing you around… And that I would take care of you”
He moved his right hand and placed his palm on her stomach, slowly pulling her back. She was so warm and compliant he really had to fight the urge to go fast and do more. He thought for a second about how this whole thing started. With an attempt to help. And if that hadn’t happened, he probably never would have thought about Abby as more than his quirky lab-rat/goth/friend. But it had and now here he was, holding this beautiful woman, trying to do something to scare her into running, make her see that this is all wrong and they shouldn’t be acting like this, but also willing her to be his.
As he moved her to him, she tilted her head to his shoulder and closed her eyes. She allowed herself that much. But in her thoughts, she remained determined to think of reasons to stay pissed off at him. As soon as the red haze of lust cleared out of her brain.
“As for mine and Hol’s problems not being your fault, you couldn’t be more wrong… Abby…”
He was keeping a minimum of physical contact with her. Even as she was leaning against him, she felt as if he was too far away. It frustrated her, but she couldn’t move, didn’t want to move. She focused on the slight brush of his lips against the top of her earlobe and the warmth radiating from his hand, to her belly.
And she also focused on being angry with him. Very, very, angry. Right.
“Well, from what she said, you don’t have any problems at all. Or is it make-up sex you were having last night?” she whispered, not wanting to hear her voice break again.
“Don’t believe everything you hear, Abby… Now, this reminds me of something we started a couple of days ago… and were rudely interrupted… Lets see…”
He wrapped his left hand around her long white neck and squeezed lightly, enjoying her little gasp of surprise. Her skin was soft and smooth and he brushed his thumb along her jaw line.
“Did you say something, Abbs?” he said in mock concern.
In reply, she slid and twined her fingers with his, on her stomach, and pressed back against him as close as she could. She turned her head on its resting place on his shoulder and spoke quietly, while running her other hand through his hair.
“Don’t walk out again” she said.
“I’m not going anywhere, Abby.”
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TBC…
Better?
Author’s Note: Well, we all survived that crapfest of the previous chapter. Lets see if I can fix it with this one…
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“Problems, Abbs?”
“If you want to fight with your girlfriend, Gibbs, you can do it somewhere else. As you have said to me and McGee countless times: this is a workplace. And I don’t need your negative energy spoiling my lab”, she said, turning away and inputting data on the computer. She squared her shoulders, attempting to look as relaxed as possible.
“Besides, if you have issues, go to couples counseling or something, just don’t bark at each other in my lab. It’s not my fault that you guys aren’t getting along so don’t take it out on me. Either of you!”
She felt his nose in her hair, as he inhaled deeply, while slowly lowering his palms to the desk, on each side of her. He was barely touching her, but she could feel him breathing and the warmth of his body. It made her dizzy. The whole sensory deprivation shtick was making her not herself but a helpless, uncontrolled mess. A second ago she had been genuinely upset. At that Mann idiot for, well, being an idiot. And at Gibbs too, for being so nonchalant about it all. She didn’t need saving, but if he interjected, he could have done a better job of it. So she was mad at him.
Yes. Mad.
Angry and upset and hurt and whatnot.
She needed to keep to that train of thought, otherwise she’d just lean back into him and all would be lost. She needed to think how he hadn’t come to see her in two days. How Mann had insulted her before leaving. How Gibbs and his precious Hol had apparently had sex just the night before.
No! Bad thought.
Sex and Gibbs being in one sentence.
Focus, Abby.
Gone for two days. No CafPow!s. Not defending her in front of Mann.
He brushed a strand of hair off her neck and leaned in slightly to whisper to her, but made sure to keep the rest of his body away from her.
“I made a promise to you, Abby.”
“And what was that?” she choked out, surprised by the small squeak in her voice.
“I promised to take care of Hol bossing you around… And that I would take care of you”
He moved his right hand and placed his palm on her stomach, slowly pulling her back. She was so warm and compliant he really had to fight the urge to go fast and do more. He thought for a second about how this whole thing started. With an attempt to help. And if that hadn’t happened, he probably never would have thought about Abby as more than his quirky lab-rat/goth/friend. But it had and now here he was, holding this beautiful woman, trying to do something to scare her into running, make her see that this is all wrong and they shouldn’t be acting like this, but also willing her to be his.
As he moved her to him, she tilted her head to his shoulder and closed her eyes. She allowed herself that much. But in her thoughts, she remained determined to think of reasons to stay pissed off at him. As soon as the red haze of lust cleared out of her brain.
“As for mine and Hol’s problems not being your fault, you couldn’t be more wrong… Abby…”
He was keeping a minimum of physical contact with her. Even as she was leaning against him, she felt as if he was too far away. It frustrated her, but she couldn’t move, didn’t want to move. She focused on the slight brush of his lips against the top of her earlobe and the warmth radiating from his hand, to her belly.
And she also focused on being angry with him. Very, very, angry. Right.
“Well, from what she said, you don’t have any problems at all. Or is it make-up sex you were having last night?” she whispered, not wanting to hear her voice break again.
“Don’t believe everything you hear, Abby… Now, this reminds me of something we started a couple of days ago… and were rudely interrupted… Lets see…”
He wrapped his left hand around her long white neck and squeezed lightly, enjoying her little gasp of surprise. Her skin was soft and smooth and he brushed his thumb along her jaw line.
“Did you say something, Abbs?” he said in mock concern.
In reply, she slid and twined her fingers with his, on her stomach, and pressed back against him as close as she could. She turned her head on its resting place on his shoulder and spoke quietly, while running her other hand through his hair.
“Don’t walk out again” she said.
“I’m not going anywhere, Abby.”
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TBC…
Better?