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Saying Goodbye
TITLE: Saying Goodbye
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of 1
FANDOM: NCIS
SHIP: Abbey / Gibbs
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: A couple, Season Three / Four I'm not sure.
UNIVERSE: As per cannon with an AU moment
SYNOPSIS: Abbey requires something from Gibbs before he leaves NCIS and moves to Mexico.
DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to their creator. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: This is my first NCIS fic and I apologize before hand if it doesn't turn out to be any good and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com
Abbey's Lab, late
She looks at her reflection in the dark, reflective surface of the monitor she has just turned off. Her large round, blue eyes stare back at her out of her pale porcelain Cupid Doll face. Her full lips are free of their usual black lipstick and she removes the studded leather collar from around her neck, placing it on the counter next to the monitor. She looks up and watches him step out of the elevator, his jacket slung over his shoulder, in response to her call and she can see on his face that it's true. She had been thinking about what she was about to do since she'd heard while still holding on to the faintest hope that it simply wasn't true. She undid the black ribbon holding her hair up and shook out her luxurious mass of black curls and took a deep breath.
"What have you got for me, Abbs? I was already in the parking lot when you called, so it better be good." He asked her without preamble and rests his jacket over the back of a nearby chair. "Nothing on the case, Gibbs, The Mass Spec is still analyzing the trace McGee collected and those prints you gave me are still running through AFIS. Your weren't too specific on which databases to search, so I'm running all of them and it is going to take awhile." She told him. "So why'd you call me?" he asks, his tone exasperated. "Because I do have something for you, Gibbs and it is good." She tells him cryptically, making him frown. "Come with me." She continues taking his hand and leading him into the glassed off office at the back of her lab. He follows reluctantly and with confusion clearly written on his face. "Sit." She tells him and when he settles on the padded office chair she hops onto the desk in front of him.
His frown deepens. "Is it true, Gibbs? You're really leaving?" she asks leaning forward. Looking him in the eye. "Yes, Abbey. It's true. I'm leaving. Going to retire to Mexico, get in some fishing. I'm sorry you found out before I could tell you. I was going to tell you in the morning, but I guess scuttlebutt beat me to it. It will only be officially announced at the end of the day tomorrow." He answers her without hesitation. His confirmation makes her heart clench, but it also crystallizes her resolve to do what she had planned.
"Gibbs, if you're really leaving, there's something I need to ask you." She tells him, her baby blues searching his steel grey eyes. "What is it, Abbey? What do you need from me?" he asks. "I'll tell you, just move a little closer." She requests and he shifts the chair forward and closer to her. With, the angle at which she is leaning over, the front of her blouse hangs down loosely and she catches him noticing her cleavage, just for a moment, before he averts his eyes. She allows herself a satisfied little smile as she moves her head next to his ear. He smells of leather and soap as she lightly sniffs his neck, memorizing his scent before whispering her question into the shell of his ear and leaning back.
His eyes have widened with shock at her request. She had not expected any less and she worries at her full lower lip as she awaits his inevitable protests. "Abbey, I... I'm... I mean... We... You..." he stammers. Abbey had never seen Jethro Gibbs flustered before and finds it kind of endearing as he struggles to formulate his answer to the loaded question she'd asked him. "Gibbs if I don't find out, it will bug me forever." She tries to clarify her position. "Abbey... Abigail, I'm flattered, but I couldn't, we shouldn't. I love you and I would do anything for you, but you're like a daughter to me, Abbey, it wouldn't be right. I can't." he finally answers, his voice serious, his tone measured and reasonable, but she can see just a glimmer of doubt and indecision in his eyes. Another chink in his armour is that in considering how to answer her question, he had to have considered her suggestion and his body has reacted, against his will.
She can see the bulge in the front of his trousers slowly growing and shifting. "I'm sorry, Abbey I can't." he repeats and starts to rise. She stops him with the simple expedience of slipping off the desk and resting her weight on his thighs, which she now straddles. "Abbey!" he protests, but she silences him by pressing her lips to his. His eyes widen again with startled surprise as she continues to stare into them. She slides her tongue into his mouth and over his tongue in a light massage before he has the chance to close his lips. His freezing shock to her sudden move allows her to slide her lips against his. She shifts forward, moving fully onto his lap and she can feel the growing tube of his erection twitch against her crotch. She breaks the kiss after a few moments and he continues to look at her with wide-eyed dismay. "Abbey..." he tries again, but she cuts him off by placing a single finger over his lips. "I know you love me, and not 'in that way' as they say in the movies, Gibbs, but it wouldn't be about that. It's something I've wondered about for a very long time and this might be my only chance I have to find out. And, Gibbs, as much as I like the sentiment, I am not your daughter. I sometimes think you lose sight of the fact that I am a woman, Jethro. And, as far as you saying that you can't, I can feel the evidence to the contrary and you know me... I'm all about the evidence." She tells him, neatly negating his objections while slowly pressing forward against the erection in his pants.
"Oh, Abbey." Is all he says as he shifts his hands onto her thighs, which her short, plaid skirt had exposed as it rode up when she had straddled him. His callused hands are rough on her smooth skin as his hands move onto her hips and then slides up her back, gathering her to him. This time his eyes soften as he shifts his head to meet her lips. He kisses her back as their heads shift to let their lips slide and lock together as their tongues first fence and then wrestle in the arena of their joined mouths. She melts against him as one of his hands lightly massages the small of her back, while the other winds its way into her thick, dark hair at the base of her skull. The material of his trousers is rough against the soft skin of her inner thigh and the lips of her naked sex as she grinds against him. She'd taken her underwear off when she had decided she was going to do this and before she had called him. Her breasts flatten against his hard chest through her blouse and his shirt unhindered by a brassier. Her nipples already hard with excitement and anticipation tightened and swelled even further as they scraped across his chest through their clothes as they kiss passionately.
She moans softly into his mouth as her fingers drag through his hair. They break the kiss reluctantly in a series of short, sucking pecks. "Are you sure about this Abbey?" he asks quietly, freeing his hand from her hair and lightly holding her chin as his eyes search hers. "I'm sure, Jethro." She answers solemnly and reaches down between them and unbuckles his belt, unbuttons his trousers, pulls his zipper down and then fishes his erection out through the fly of his boxers. She measures him with her hand, wrapping it around his girth at his base and slowly sliding it up his length. He lets out a slow, heavy breath and his eyes close for a moment as she strokes him. When he opens them she can see that desire has replaced his hesitation. She fondles him, feeling him twitch and jerk in her hand.
His reaction to her touch and the way he is looking at her makes her sex clench against itself, expelling her hot, silky, slippery cream onto her swollen labia. The thrill she is getting from the anticipation of what she wants to do wars with her certainty of the pleasure she will enjoy in actually doing it. She rises up; holding his thick cock at its base and with deep concentrations guides the head of his cock between the folds of her snatch. He gathers her skirt up above her hips, his hands grasping her waist, holding it in place and giving her a little support. She rubs him back and forth, coating him with her juices before setting him at her entrance. She captures his eyes and for a moment they simply study each other. She smiles slightly and then slowly lets herself slide down onto he hot, hard, throbbing shaft.
She feels her eyes widen and a short, sharp little gasp escapes her lips as he slowly stretches and fills her. She finds it necessary to let go of his cock and place her hands on his shoulders in order to steady herself when her legs start to quiver, her knees growing a little weak. Her channel moulds tightly around him as his pointed head and the thick shaft behind it presses through the slick, tightness of her intimate flesh. The friction makes her flesh tingle and a wave of pleasure snakes its way up her spine. She hears him groan loudly when her sex clutches at him as it seeks time to adjust to his invasion, but gravity, her weight, his guiding hands and her will keeps her sliding down his shaft until her bare ass comes to rest on the cotton of his trouser-covered thighs. She rocks slightly back and forth, allowing herself to get used to his thick, length inside her while enjoying the pleasurable surges of her clit mashing against the base of his cock.
His hands on her waist tense and relax with a massaging rhythm and she licks lips that have suddenly gone dry. She takes deep, measured breaths to steady herself. She starts to ride him slowly, keeping her strokes short at first, doing more grinding than rising and falling. His strong hands and arms guide her and give her support when she needs it. She rolls her hips in slow, tight little circles as she drags herself farther up his length a little further each time before she lets herself slide back down. He is breathing heavily through his nose, his teeth gritted. His hips undulate upward when she grinds down onto him driving his cock just that little bit deeper inside her. The edges of his eyes widen and relax with her rhythm and her sex ripples around him. She had been aroused since the moment she had decided she was going to do this and the reality of it far outdid her imagination. She felt her orgasm building too quickly. The delicious, tingling friction of his cock sliding through her flesh and the jangling sparks of pleasure that radiate into her when her sensitive clit grinds against him, have created a tight, growing ball of energy in the pit of her belly that makes her muscles shudder with the effort of keeping it contained.
She doesn't want it to be over this quickly and she slows and shortens her strokes until she is almost still in his lap. She can feel the pulse and throb of his dick against the walls of her sex, as it lies nestled tightly within her. She studies him watching as he draws in deep, steadying breaths as he keeps a tight rein on his control. His hands shift from her hips to cup the globes of her ass and massage them with his strong fingers. "Have you gotten what you needed yet, Abs?" he asks quietly. "Not quiet yet, Gibbs." She answers, slowly clenching herself around him and rocks her hips slightly back and forth. He nods. "Well since we're sating our curiosities, amongst other things, there's something I've always wanted to know." He informs her. "And, what's that?" she enquires, lightly running her hand over his cheek. He leans into her touch before he takes one of his hands off her ass and slowly starts unbuttoning her blouse. When all the buttons are undone, he pushes the white garment off her shoulders. It slides down her upper arm, before it catches at her elbows, but it reveals her pale, creamy skin of her chest, breasts and stomach to his eyes.
He smiles. "Tony was right. They're lovely and they're both pierced. The tattoo is an unexpected touch, though." He comments as his finger lightly traces the detailed, multi-coloured tattoo of the snake she has across her breasts. Starting at the tail just above her right dusky pink areola and tracing the spiral of its coil around to the lower curve of her full, pale breast and below it before sliding up her cleavage, and over the top curve of her left breast to circle around to the head with it's mouth open wide, fangs bared around that areola. His touch leaves echoes of heat and a tingle on her skin. Her nipples swell and harden even further; tightening against the metal of the small rings she has through them.
"Tony talks about my breasts?" she asks letting satisfaction and pride colour her voice. He chuckles. "Yes. He does, but then again he talks about everyone's breasts." He answers his fingers now lightly exploring her breasts and playing with her nipples and nipple rings. She moans and presses her pert globe into his hand as she allows her hips to circle wider and uses her legs to once again drag herself up his length. Her hands find either side of his face and guide his lips to hers. She kisses him, sucking at his lips, nipping at them and teasing his tongue with the tip of hers while his strong hands massage her buttocks and breasts. She soon finds that same delicious rhythm and mixture of riding his length and grinding him deep inside her.
Her lips leave his as she sucks in air as her back tenses and arches when she rides him harder and faster, increasing the jolt of pleasure that are charging her orgasm. His hands leave her breast and butt to grasp her waist once more to support her wildly writhing body. He leans forward and buries his face in her cleavage. His breath is hot against her skin, his lips even hotter as they leave wet, ovals of pressure on the pale skin of her breasts. She sucks in a hitching breath when his mouth finds her nipple, surrounding in moist heat. His tongue swirls around her areola before laving her nipple and flicking it and her nipple ring, back and forth or rolling it with slippery pressure. Her hand curls around his neck, pressing him even more firmly against her breast before allowing him to shift to her other one to repeat the process.
The ball of energy in the pit of her belly is growing exponentially with each pounding stroke she initiates. He thrust as best he can, adding depth to his penetration. His lips leave her breasts, but don't go far as she can feel his breath puffing out hot against her skin as he groans her name and his enjoyment against it. The energy of her orgasm is pulsing and tendrils lash out into her body, making her muscles quiver as they tense and relax in rapid succession with the strain of holding the its growing strength in check. She is starting to pant, desperately trying to draw in enough air to fuel her ride on Gibbs's long, thick, hot, throbbing, pleasure-giving cock. She whimpers, almost whining as she tries to hold her release at bay, but yet is unable to stop the motion of her rising and falling hips. She teeters along the knife-edge, trying to balance the anticipation and enjoyment of riding him with her need for completion. Inevitably, and with a hard downward thrust, that meets his rising hips she looses that balance and her snatch floods hot and wet before clamping tightly around him as she tumbles headlong onto her climax.
Pleasurable energy ripples though her body in intense waves. Her muscles tense and lock, curving her back as she throws her head back with a long, loud gasp. She feels his hands tighten around her waist and pull her even herder down on him. His cock drags through her tightly clenched flesh, making her cry out as he drives deeper into her and grinds up into her. Sensations skitter across her nervous system. Heat and cold mingle across her skin and electric sparks cascade and dance through her nerves. Her heart hammers in her chest like a wild animal caged by her ribs and her blood pounds in her ears as her pussy ripples around his shaft. She feels added pressure against her channel as he swells inside her and then she feels him add his liquid heat to hers in several heaving surges. His release is heralded by a growling cry, muffled behind clenched teeth and ends with him exhaling sharply.
When the intensity of her orgasm subside enough to allow the return of her motor skills, she leans forward, wrapping her arms around him and resting her head on his shoulder. She can still feel him throbbing inside her. Her sex still sporadically clutches at his slowly diminishing and retreating shaft. She rests like that as their breathing slowly returns to normal his arms warm and comfortably wrapped around her. She sighs when he finally shrinks out of her and she fells their combined juices start to trickle out of her. Reluctantly, she stands, finding her legs a little wobbly, but with a steadying hand on his shoulder, she finds her balance. He looks up at her with a slight contemplative and satisfying smile twitching at his lips. There is a certain smugness their as well that irks, just ever so slightly. "Does that answer your question?" he asks. "Almost." She answers shortly and then reaches under her skirt and between her legs. She sees a little doubt cloud his eyes and allows herself an internal smile of satisfaction as she collects the thick, slippery cream that is the combined result of their coupling from the inside of her thighs and her swollen folds. And, then, with deliberate slowness brings her wetly coated fingers to her mouth to suck them clean. She sees his eyes widen and she gives him a slow wink as she savours the exotic flavour they had created.
He shakes his head and chuckles before he tucks his cock back in his pants and refastens them. He pushes the chair back as he stands and then buckles his belt, watching her clean her fingers with exuberant relish. They stare at each other for a moment as they adjust to the reality of what they had just done. He reaches forward and lightly runs his thumb over his lips. "You always could surprise me, Abbey. Goodbye." He tells her softly and lightly places a kiss on her forehead before stepping away from her. She turns, her eyes following him as he leaves. She grabs his hand and squeezes it lightly before it slides from her grasp. She watches him leave and after a few moments says: "Goodbye, Gibbs." into the empty lab in a sad, quiet voice.
THE END
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of 1
FANDOM: NCIS
SHIP: Abbey / Gibbs
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: A couple, Season Three / Four I'm not sure.
UNIVERSE: As per cannon with an AU moment
SYNOPSIS: Abbey requires something from Gibbs before he leaves NCIS and moves to Mexico.
DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to their creator. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: This is my first NCIS fic and I apologize before hand if it doesn't turn out to be any good and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com
Abbey's Lab, late
She looks at her reflection in the dark, reflective surface of the monitor she has just turned off. Her large round, blue eyes stare back at her out of her pale porcelain Cupid Doll face. Her full lips are free of their usual black lipstick and she removes the studded leather collar from around her neck, placing it on the counter next to the monitor. She looks up and watches him step out of the elevator, his jacket slung over his shoulder, in response to her call and she can see on his face that it's true. She had been thinking about what she was about to do since she'd heard while still holding on to the faintest hope that it simply wasn't true. She undid the black ribbon holding her hair up and shook out her luxurious mass of black curls and took a deep breath.
"What have you got for me, Abbs? I was already in the parking lot when you called, so it better be good." He asked her without preamble and rests his jacket over the back of a nearby chair. "Nothing on the case, Gibbs, The Mass Spec is still analyzing the trace McGee collected and those prints you gave me are still running through AFIS. Your weren't too specific on which databases to search, so I'm running all of them and it is going to take awhile." She told him. "So why'd you call me?" he asks, his tone exasperated. "Because I do have something for you, Gibbs and it is good." She tells him cryptically, making him frown. "Come with me." She continues taking his hand and leading him into the glassed off office at the back of her lab. He follows reluctantly and with confusion clearly written on his face. "Sit." She tells him and when he settles on the padded office chair she hops onto the desk in front of him.
His frown deepens. "Is it true, Gibbs? You're really leaving?" she asks leaning forward. Looking him in the eye. "Yes, Abbey. It's true. I'm leaving. Going to retire to Mexico, get in some fishing. I'm sorry you found out before I could tell you. I was going to tell you in the morning, but I guess scuttlebutt beat me to it. It will only be officially announced at the end of the day tomorrow." He answers her without hesitation. His confirmation makes her heart clench, but it also crystallizes her resolve to do what she had planned.
"Gibbs, if you're really leaving, there's something I need to ask you." She tells him, her baby blues searching his steel grey eyes. "What is it, Abbey? What do you need from me?" he asks. "I'll tell you, just move a little closer." She requests and he shifts the chair forward and closer to her. With, the angle at which she is leaning over, the front of her blouse hangs down loosely and she catches him noticing her cleavage, just for a moment, before he averts his eyes. She allows herself a satisfied little smile as she moves her head next to his ear. He smells of leather and soap as she lightly sniffs his neck, memorizing his scent before whispering her question into the shell of his ear and leaning back.
His eyes have widened with shock at her request. She had not expected any less and she worries at her full lower lip as she awaits his inevitable protests. "Abbey, I... I'm... I mean... We... You..." he stammers. Abbey had never seen Jethro Gibbs flustered before and finds it kind of endearing as he struggles to formulate his answer to the loaded question she'd asked him. "Gibbs if I don't find out, it will bug me forever." She tries to clarify her position. "Abbey... Abigail, I'm flattered, but I couldn't, we shouldn't. I love you and I would do anything for you, but you're like a daughter to me, Abbey, it wouldn't be right. I can't." he finally answers, his voice serious, his tone measured and reasonable, but she can see just a glimmer of doubt and indecision in his eyes. Another chink in his armour is that in considering how to answer her question, he had to have considered her suggestion and his body has reacted, against his will.
She can see the bulge in the front of his trousers slowly growing and shifting. "I'm sorry, Abbey I can't." he repeats and starts to rise. She stops him with the simple expedience of slipping off the desk and resting her weight on his thighs, which she now straddles. "Abbey!" he protests, but she silences him by pressing her lips to his. His eyes widen again with startled surprise as she continues to stare into them. She slides her tongue into his mouth and over his tongue in a light massage before he has the chance to close his lips. His freezing shock to her sudden move allows her to slide her lips against his. She shifts forward, moving fully onto his lap and she can feel the growing tube of his erection twitch against her crotch. She breaks the kiss after a few moments and he continues to look at her with wide-eyed dismay. "Abbey..." he tries again, but she cuts him off by placing a single finger over his lips. "I know you love me, and not 'in that way' as they say in the movies, Gibbs, but it wouldn't be about that. It's something I've wondered about for a very long time and this might be my only chance I have to find out. And, Gibbs, as much as I like the sentiment, I am not your daughter. I sometimes think you lose sight of the fact that I am a woman, Jethro. And, as far as you saying that you can't, I can feel the evidence to the contrary and you know me... I'm all about the evidence." She tells him, neatly negating his objections while slowly pressing forward against the erection in his pants.
"Oh, Abbey." Is all he says as he shifts his hands onto her thighs, which her short, plaid skirt had exposed as it rode up when she had straddled him. His callused hands are rough on her smooth skin as his hands move onto her hips and then slides up her back, gathering her to him. This time his eyes soften as he shifts his head to meet her lips. He kisses her back as their heads shift to let their lips slide and lock together as their tongues first fence and then wrestle in the arena of their joined mouths. She melts against him as one of his hands lightly massages the small of her back, while the other winds its way into her thick, dark hair at the base of her skull. The material of his trousers is rough against the soft skin of her inner thigh and the lips of her naked sex as she grinds against him. She'd taken her underwear off when she had decided she was going to do this and before she had called him. Her breasts flatten against his hard chest through her blouse and his shirt unhindered by a brassier. Her nipples already hard with excitement and anticipation tightened and swelled even further as they scraped across his chest through their clothes as they kiss passionately.
She moans softly into his mouth as her fingers drag through his hair. They break the kiss reluctantly in a series of short, sucking pecks. "Are you sure about this Abbey?" he asks quietly, freeing his hand from her hair and lightly holding her chin as his eyes search hers. "I'm sure, Jethro." She answers solemnly and reaches down between them and unbuckles his belt, unbuttons his trousers, pulls his zipper down and then fishes his erection out through the fly of his boxers. She measures him with her hand, wrapping it around his girth at his base and slowly sliding it up his length. He lets out a slow, heavy breath and his eyes close for a moment as she strokes him. When he opens them she can see that desire has replaced his hesitation. She fondles him, feeling him twitch and jerk in her hand.
His reaction to her touch and the way he is looking at her makes her sex clench against itself, expelling her hot, silky, slippery cream onto her swollen labia. The thrill she is getting from the anticipation of what she wants to do wars with her certainty of the pleasure she will enjoy in actually doing it. She rises up; holding his thick cock at its base and with deep concentrations guides the head of his cock between the folds of her snatch. He gathers her skirt up above her hips, his hands grasping her waist, holding it in place and giving her a little support. She rubs him back and forth, coating him with her juices before setting him at her entrance. She captures his eyes and for a moment they simply study each other. She smiles slightly and then slowly lets herself slide down onto he hot, hard, throbbing shaft.
She feels her eyes widen and a short, sharp little gasp escapes her lips as he slowly stretches and fills her. She finds it necessary to let go of his cock and place her hands on his shoulders in order to steady herself when her legs start to quiver, her knees growing a little weak. Her channel moulds tightly around him as his pointed head and the thick shaft behind it presses through the slick, tightness of her intimate flesh. The friction makes her flesh tingle and a wave of pleasure snakes its way up her spine. She hears him groan loudly when her sex clutches at him as it seeks time to adjust to his invasion, but gravity, her weight, his guiding hands and her will keeps her sliding down his shaft until her bare ass comes to rest on the cotton of his trouser-covered thighs. She rocks slightly back and forth, allowing herself to get used to his thick, length inside her while enjoying the pleasurable surges of her clit mashing against the base of his cock.
His hands on her waist tense and relax with a massaging rhythm and she licks lips that have suddenly gone dry. She takes deep, measured breaths to steady herself. She starts to ride him slowly, keeping her strokes short at first, doing more grinding than rising and falling. His strong hands and arms guide her and give her support when she needs it. She rolls her hips in slow, tight little circles as she drags herself farther up his length a little further each time before she lets herself slide back down. He is breathing heavily through his nose, his teeth gritted. His hips undulate upward when she grinds down onto him driving his cock just that little bit deeper inside her. The edges of his eyes widen and relax with her rhythm and her sex ripples around him. She had been aroused since the moment she had decided she was going to do this and the reality of it far outdid her imagination. She felt her orgasm building too quickly. The delicious, tingling friction of his cock sliding through her flesh and the jangling sparks of pleasure that radiate into her when her sensitive clit grinds against him, have created a tight, growing ball of energy in the pit of her belly that makes her muscles shudder with the effort of keeping it contained.
She doesn't want it to be over this quickly and she slows and shortens her strokes until she is almost still in his lap. She can feel the pulse and throb of his dick against the walls of her sex, as it lies nestled tightly within her. She studies him watching as he draws in deep, steadying breaths as he keeps a tight rein on his control. His hands shift from her hips to cup the globes of her ass and massage them with his strong fingers. "Have you gotten what you needed yet, Abs?" he asks quietly. "Not quiet yet, Gibbs." She answers, slowly clenching herself around him and rocks her hips slightly back and forth. He nods. "Well since we're sating our curiosities, amongst other things, there's something I've always wanted to know." He informs her. "And, what's that?" she enquires, lightly running her hand over his cheek. He leans into her touch before he takes one of his hands off her ass and slowly starts unbuttoning her blouse. When all the buttons are undone, he pushes the white garment off her shoulders. It slides down her upper arm, before it catches at her elbows, but it reveals her pale, creamy skin of her chest, breasts and stomach to his eyes.
He smiles. "Tony was right. They're lovely and they're both pierced. The tattoo is an unexpected touch, though." He comments as his finger lightly traces the detailed, multi-coloured tattoo of the snake she has across her breasts. Starting at the tail just above her right dusky pink areola and tracing the spiral of its coil around to the lower curve of her full, pale breast and below it before sliding up her cleavage, and over the top curve of her left breast to circle around to the head with it's mouth open wide, fangs bared around that areola. His touch leaves echoes of heat and a tingle on her skin. Her nipples swell and harden even further; tightening against the metal of the small rings she has through them.
"Tony talks about my breasts?" she asks letting satisfaction and pride colour her voice. He chuckles. "Yes. He does, but then again he talks about everyone's breasts." He answers his fingers now lightly exploring her breasts and playing with her nipples and nipple rings. She moans and presses her pert globe into his hand as she allows her hips to circle wider and uses her legs to once again drag herself up his length. Her hands find either side of his face and guide his lips to hers. She kisses him, sucking at his lips, nipping at them and teasing his tongue with the tip of hers while his strong hands massage her buttocks and breasts. She soon finds that same delicious rhythm and mixture of riding his length and grinding him deep inside her.
Her lips leave his as she sucks in air as her back tenses and arches when she rides him harder and faster, increasing the jolt of pleasure that are charging her orgasm. His hands leave her breast and butt to grasp her waist once more to support her wildly writhing body. He leans forward and buries his face in her cleavage. His breath is hot against her skin, his lips even hotter as they leave wet, ovals of pressure on the pale skin of her breasts. She sucks in a hitching breath when his mouth finds her nipple, surrounding in moist heat. His tongue swirls around her areola before laving her nipple and flicking it and her nipple ring, back and forth or rolling it with slippery pressure. Her hand curls around his neck, pressing him even more firmly against her breast before allowing him to shift to her other one to repeat the process.
The ball of energy in the pit of her belly is growing exponentially with each pounding stroke she initiates. He thrust as best he can, adding depth to his penetration. His lips leave her breasts, but don't go far as she can feel his breath puffing out hot against her skin as he groans her name and his enjoyment against it. The energy of her orgasm is pulsing and tendrils lash out into her body, making her muscles quiver as they tense and relax in rapid succession with the strain of holding the its growing strength in check. She is starting to pant, desperately trying to draw in enough air to fuel her ride on Gibbs's long, thick, hot, throbbing, pleasure-giving cock. She whimpers, almost whining as she tries to hold her release at bay, but yet is unable to stop the motion of her rising and falling hips. She teeters along the knife-edge, trying to balance the anticipation and enjoyment of riding him with her need for completion. Inevitably, and with a hard downward thrust, that meets his rising hips she looses that balance and her snatch floods hot and wet before clamping tightly around him as she tumbles headlong onto her climax.
Pleasurable energy ripples though her body in intense waves. Her muscles tense and lock, curving her back as she throws her head back with a long, loud gasp. She feels his hands tighten around her waist and pull her even herder down on him. His cock drags through her tightly clenched flesh, making her cry out as he drives deeper into her and grinds up into her. Sensations skitter across her nervous system. Heat and cold mingle across her skin and electric sparks cascade and dance through her nerves. Her heart hammers in her chest like a wild animal caged by her ribs and her blood pounds in her ears as her pussy ripples around his shaft. She feels added pressure against her channel as he swells inside her and then she feels him add his liquid heat to hers in several heaving surges. His release is heralded by a growling cry, muffled behind clenched teeth and ends with him exhaling sharply.
When the intensity of her orgasm subside enough to allow the return of her motor skills, she leans forward, wrapping her arms around him and resting her head on his shoulder. She can still feel him throbbing inside her. Her sex still sporadically clutches at his slowly diminishing and retreating shaft. She rests like that as their breathing slowly returns to normal his arms warm and comfortably wrapped around her. She sighs when he finally shrinks out of her and she fells their combined juices start to trickle out of her. Reluctantly, she stands, finding her legs a little wobbly, but with a steadying hand on his shoulder, she finds her balance. He looks up at her with a slight contemplative and satisfying smile twitching at his lips. There is a certain smugness their as well that irks, just ever so slightly. "Does that answer your question?" he asks. "Almost." She answers shortly and then reaches under her skirt and between her legs. She sees a little doubt cloud his eyes and allows herself an internal smile of satisfaction as she collects the thick, slippery cream that is the combined result of their coupling from the inside of her thighs and her swollen folds. And, then, with deliberate slowness brings her wetly coated fingers to her mouth to suck them clean. She sees his eyes widen and she gives him a slow wink as she savours the exotic flavour they had created.
He shakes his head and chuckles before he tucks his cock back in his pants and refastens them. He pushes the chair back as he stands and then buckles his belt, watching her clean her fingers with exuberant relish. They stare at each other for a moment as they adjust to the reality of what they had just done. He reaches forward and lightly runs his thumb over his lips. "You always could surprise me, Abbey. Goodbye." He tells her softly and lightly places a kiss on her forehead before stepping away from her. She turns, her eyes following him as he leaves. She grabs his hand and squeezes it lightly before it slides from her grasp. She watches him leave and after a few moments says: "Goodbye, Gibbs." into the empty lab in a sad, quiet voice.
THE END