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M through R › NCIS
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
12,415
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 8
Chapter 8
The tip of his tongue drove her to moaning in the most exquisite fashion. She’d never know the method of the movement was to sign his name across her clit in cursive, securing her as his for as long as he desired.
Unlacing the fingers of his right hand from hers he slipped his index finger into her wetness and brought it up to her lips. Her eyes met his before she carefully licked the tip clean and then closed her mouth around the entire finger, slowly sucking her way back to the tip. The grip of his left hand to hers tightened as she swirled her tongue at his knuckle and bent her head to begin again at the base, never taking her eyes off his.
Her mass spec beeped and she stopped breathing. There was no way she would move until he gave her permission. He grabbed her panties and lab coat from the floor with resolve and helped her down from the bench. She redressed and went to check her work.
Reading from a printout nothing in her voice would suggest that anything out of the ordinary had just transpired. “Sticky stuff number one, residue from electrical tape. Only about a billion types of that, I’ll check against the most popular brands but it’s not much of a lead.”
“Sticky stuff number two?”
She shot him a mischievous look “Patience, hot stuff. That’s still processing.” She went to the computer and began a search for electrical tape with the same chemical adhesive found on their vic’s shoe. Gibbs stood close behind her, watching her fingers move rapidly across the keyboard. Without warning she reached back and caressed the fabric of his trousers where his erection had not yet made the switch to work mode.
“Abby,” not a command, not a warning, a plea, “Work.”
“I’m working. I’m multitasking. I’m dripping wet, desperate to be fucked, searching for adhesives and” His mouth covered hers as he pushed her against the desk, grinding himself against her. “Driving. Me. crazy.” He breathed into her mouth. Pulling aside the fabric of her panties he drove his fingers inside her, rubbing her already throbbing clit with his thumb. He sucked her throat until a red welt appeared and slammed his fingers into her, curling, removing, slamming, sucking until she came against his hand with a cry. He kissed the tear that appeared at her cheek and then whispered into her ear, “Work” before leaving her alone on shaky legs.
He didn’t return and he didn’t call again. Abby worked and watched the light fill her window. She covered the mark at her neck with a collar from her desk and said good morning to McGee, Ducky and Jimmy as they filtered in for the day. When noon rolled around Tony appeared at her side.
“Boss wants to know whether you’ve figured out sticky substances two and three.”
“One is shaving cream, I’m working on the brand but based on the oils I’ve found in it for scent I’m guessing it’s a woman’s brand, the other is still a mystery, but I’m on it.”
“Isn’t that what you were wearing yesterday?” He asked with a gleam in his eye, “Spend the night with a friend?”
“Yeah, the mass spec, I haven’t been home yet. Some of us, Tony, are dedicated to our work.”
“You’re way too happy about that Abby. Oh, here the boss wanted me to give you this.” It was a small white envelope with her name in his handwriting.
“Good. Hang on, I have something for you to take to him.” She handed him a medium sized evidence envelope sealed with evidence tape and her signature.
“Evidence?”
“Not for this case, but I think he’ll want it.”
She waited for Tony to leave before opening her envelope and reading the note inside.
“Home. Rest.”
Upstairs Tony delivered the package from Abby and waited for Gibbs to open it.
“Do you need something to do Tony?”
“No boss.” Tony disappeared behind his desk and Gibbs opened the package carefully, peering in and then disappearing down the hall.
In a stall in the men’s room he pulled Abby’s panties from the evidence envelope and brought them to his nose. A wave of desire pulled him under just as his cell phone rang at his hip.
He checked the number as he brought it to his ear and without giving her a chance to speak barked into the phone, “My place. Now.”
The tip of his tongue drove her to moaning in the most exquisite fashion. She’d never know the method of the movement was to sign his name across her clit in cursive, securing her as his for as long as he desired.
Unlacing the fingers of his right hand from hers he slipped his index finger into her wetness and brought it up to her lips. Her eyes met his before she carefully licked the tip clean and then closed her mouth around the entire finger, slowly sucking her way back to the tip. The grip of his left hand to hers tightened as she swirled her tongue at his knuckle and bent her head to begin again at the base, never taking her eyes off his.
Her mass spec beeped and she stopped breathing. There was no way she would move until he gave her permission. He grabbed her panties and lab coat from the floor with resolve and helped her down from the bench. She redressed and went to check her work.
Reading from a printout nothing in her voice would suggest that anything out of the ordinary had just transpired. “Sticky stuff number one, residue from electrical tape. Only about a billion types of that, I’ll check against the most popular brands but it’s not much of a lead.”
“Sticky stuff number two?”
She shot him a mischievous look “Patience, hot stuff. That’s still processing.” She went to the computer and began a search for electrical tape with the same chemical adhesive found on their vic’s shoe. Gibbs stood close behind her, watching her fingers move rapidly across the keyboard. Without warning she reached back and caressed the fabric of his trousers where his erection had not yet made the switch to work mode.
“Abby,” not a command, not a warning, a plea, “Work.”
“I’m working. I’m multitasking. I’m dripping wet, desperate to be fucked, searching for adhesives and” His mouth covered hers as he pushed her against the desk, grinding himself against her. “Driving. Me. crazy.” He breathed into her mouth. Pulling aside the fabric of her panties he drove his fingers inside her, rubbing her already throbbing clit with his thumb. He sucked her throat until a red welt appeared and slammed his fingers into her, curling, removing, slamming, sucking until she came against his hand with a cry. He kissed the tear that appeared at her cheek and then whispered into her ear, “Work” before leaving her alone on shaky legs.
He didn’t return and he didn’t call again. Abby worked and watched the light fill her window. She covered the mark at her neck with a collar from her desk and said good morning to McGee, Ducky and Jimmy as they filtered in for the day. When noon rolled around Tony appeared at her side.
“Boss wants to know whether you’ve figured out sticky substances two and three.”
“One is shaving cream, I’m working on the brand but based on the oils I’ve found in it for scent I’m guessing it’s a woman’s brand, the other is still a mystery, but I’m on it.”
“Isn’t that what you were wearing yesterday?” He asked with a gleam in his eye, “Spend the night with a friend?”
“Yeah, the mass spec, I haven’t been home yet. Some of us, Tony, are dedicated to our work.”
“You’re way too happy about that Abby. Oh, here the boss wanted me to give you this.” It was a small white envelope with her name in his handwriting.
“Good. Hang on, I have something for you to take to him.” She handed him a medium sized evidence envelope sealed with evidence tape and her signature.
“Evidence?”
“Not for this case, but I think he’ll want it.”
She waited for Tony to leave before opening her envelope and reading the note inside.
“Home. Rest.”
Upstairs Tony delivered the package from Abby and waited for Gibbs to open it.
“Do you need something to do Tony?”
“No boss.” Tony disappeared behind his desk and Gibbs opened the package carefully, peering in and then disappearing down the hall.
In a stall in the men’s room he pulled Abby’s panties from the evidence envelope and brought them to his nose. A wave of desire pulled him under just as his cell phone rang at his hip.
He checked the number as he brought it to his ear and without giving her a chance to speak barked into the phone, “My place. Now.”