Chapter Eight: In Between
Tony groaned as he stood up, keeping as much weight off his casted leg as possible.
"Tony!" McGee chided, walking into the room with a wheelchair. "I told you I'd be right back. You couldn't wait for two minutes?"
The older man narrowed his hazel eyes at his lover and grunted in response. Things weren't 100% between them yet, but really, after the week they had, neither of them expected perfection.
"I don't wanna be cramped up in this room anymore, Tim. I wanna go home and be able to watch my big screen. Not this crappy box they call a TV," he whined. "And I'm hungry."
"You just ate an hour ago," McGee reminded him as Tony lowered himself into the wheel chair with a groan.
"Okay, first of all, I don't think this slop they've been feeding me here could be considered food. And second, lay off McGee! I'm eating for two here, in case you've forgotten."
"Yeah, yeah," McGee said with a roll of his eyes, though he couldn't help the fond smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. "You ready to get out of here?"
"Do you really need to ask?" Tony asked dryly as he settled into the chair.
Squeezing Tony's shoulder gently, McGee backed him out of the room slowly and headed for the elevator, cocking an eyebrow as all the nurses waved emphatically to his injured partner. He didn't miss the broad grin on Tony's face as he waved back.
"You've been flirting when I'm not around, haven't you?"
"Me? Flirting? Of course not."
"Uh huh. I see the way all those nurses were smiling at you," McGee responded dryly as he stepped onto the elevator, pulling Tony with him.
"It's the whole being pregnant thing. Apparently, women dig it."
"Oh really?"
"Hell yeah. Well, okay. Maybe being injured and completely helpless had something to do with it too."
"Really? Completely helpless? I'll remember that when I get you home."
"Uh... Did I say completely helpless? Because what I meant was--"
Laughing quietly to himself, McGee pushed him out of the elevator. "Stop talking, Tony."
"Yeah, that would probably be a good idea, huh?"
"Mmhmm."
Tony fell silent as McGee helped into the car, biting back a groan as he jarred his casted leg.
"You okay?"
"'M... Fine."
Frowning slightly, McGee closed the door and headed around to the driver's seat.
Putting the car into drive, McGee pulled away from the hospital before he reached over for Tony's hand, linking their fingers.
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"Couch or the bed?" McGee asked as he slipped the key into the door, his arm wrapped around his lover's waist as he supported him.
"Couch," Tony grumbled. "I'm so tired of laying in a bed."
"Are you pouting?" McGee asked as he pushed the door to the apartment open.
"No. Not pouting. Just starving to death. I'm pretty sure this could qualify as child abuse, McGee."
"I think you'll survive a little longer."
"Doubt it," Tony muttered as he pulled away from McGee, reaching for the crutches he'd propped against the wall.
"I told you I'd take care of dinner," McGee reminded him as he followed the older man inside, patting his shoulder when he lowered himself onto the couch.
Tony frowned up at McGee before dropping his head back against the cushion. "God, it's so good to be-- wait a minute." Lifting his head, Tony narrowed his eyes at the laptop hooked up to his TV. "McGee!"
"Yes?"
"Have you been trying to geek out my apartment again? What have I told you about that? This is a sacred space. I can't have you doing your... Elf Lord tribal dances in my living room."
"What are you...? Oh! The laptop! No, no. I have something really cool to show you!"
"Your definition of "really cool" is so, SO different than mine," Tony said, cocking an eyebrow at his lover. "What is it?"
"You have to wait just a little longer and I'll show you."
"Tim!" Tony whined, dropping his head back against the couch again.
"Patience is a virtue, Tony."
"Yeah, whoever came up with that load of crap never had to wait for anything."
McGee didn't even try to stifle his laugh as he sank down on the couch beside the pouty man. Leaning over, he pressed a kiss to Tony's lips. "Just a little bit longer. It'll be worth it, I promise."
Tony shivered slightly, unable to keep from grinning. "Oh yeah?"
"Mmhmm," McGee said, pressing his lips to Tony's once more, grinning against him as he leaned closer.
A quiet moan escaped Tony as he brought his hand up, pulling McGee closer.
"Tony..." McGee mumbled against him. "Tony... Wait."
"McGee, the last time you said that, I ended up pregnant. Now shut up," he ordered as he moved closer, though he stopped with a groan as he jarred his leg.
"Lay down here," McGee suggested as he moved off the couch.
"I'm fine!" Tony growled, though he didn't protest as McGee pulled him down gently.
"I'll go get some pillows from your bed. Do you want your blanket too?"
"No," Tony muttered.
"Okay. I'll be right back," he promised as he kissed Tony's forehead.
Settling himself on the couch, Tony reached for the remote, though he stopped at the sound of a knock on the door.
Groaning, he attempted to push himself up again but was stopped as McGee hurried back into the room.
"Stay put. I've got it," he said as he deposited the pillows onto the couch.
Tony eyed McGee suspiciously though he laid back down. "Who was..." he trailed off, sniffing the air. "Is that...pizza?" He asked as his stomach growled loudly.
McGee grinned as he closed the door and headed back to the couch, setting the pizza on the coffee table. "Of course it is," he said, sitting back on the couch and leaning over to give his lover another kiss. "Pepperoni, sausage, and extra cheese. Just how you like it."
"Mmm," Tony groaned, taking the plate McGee handed him. "You're the best."
McGee couldn't help but grin at that. "There is one condition to this," he warned as Tony took a bite.
"Anything," he mumbled, his mouth full.
"Ducky and Abby don't find out about this. I got a long lecture from both of them yesterday about how I need to make sure you're eating healthy. Pizza was not on the list."
Tony snorted, though he nodded as he took another bite. "Deal."
"Good. You ready for the second part of your 'welcome home' surprise?"
Pausing, Tony cocked an eyebrow at him. "Is it going to require me to stop eating?"
McGee laughed quietly and shook his head. "Nope." Pushing himself to his feet again, he made his way over to the laptop and knelt down.
"Tim!" Tony whined. "I don't wanna watch you play a stupid video game! C'mon!"
McGee ignored him as he loaded his laptop and pushed himself to his feet. Grabbing the remote, he turned the TV on and watched as Tony's face lit up.
"Magnum!"
"Every episode," McGee grinned smugly. "I downloaded them and figured that maybe we could watch them while you're recovering."
Heading back over to the couch, McGee sank down and patted his lap, grinning when Tony lowered his head to his legs. Leaning down, McGee pecked his lips before he pulled away. "Welcome home, Tony."
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Pushing the front door open, Abby stepped into the house and dropped her keys into the dish behind the door.
"Gibbs?" She called as she kicked her shoes off.
Stepping out from the kitchen, Gibbs was barely able to contain his look of surprise. Only years of practice made it possible.
"Hey," he greeted as he stepped closer, dropping a kiss to the cheek that she offered.
"Making dinner?" she asked casually.
"Uh huh."
"Got enough for two?"
"Always."
Reaching for his hand, the Goth linked their fingers as she allowed him to guide her to the kitchen.
She avoided meeting his blue eyes carefully as she helped him set the table. There were a lot of things that needed to be said, but she wasn't quite ready for it yet.
Things had been strained over the last week and though they had reconciled briefly in the hospital after Tony's accident, Abby had taken to staying at her own apartment again.
Gibbs watched her carefully as she moved around the kitchen, seemingly oblivious to his intense gaze as she chatted on about a case one of the other teams had been working on.
"So then today, Simmons brought me this sample of se--"
"Abby."
"No, no. Wait, this is really interesting. So he brings me--"
"Abby," he tried again. "Talk to me."
"I'm trying, Gibbs! You keep interrupting me!"
"You're talking at me. Talk to me."
"I don't know what you're talking..." she trailed off as he moved closer, cupping her hands in his face.
"Abs."
"I'm sorry," she blurted out before she could stop herself. Though she had promised herself that she would have a calm discussion with him, she could feel the tears stinging her eyes.
"I'm so sorry."
He sighed heavily and pulled her into a hug, holding her against him as she trembled slightly. "You," he said as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, "have nothing to be sorry for."
"I should have come home."
"So why didn't you?" He asked, though there was no anger in his voice. Just confusion.
"Because I was angry with you! You know how much Tony looks up to you, how hard he tries to make you proud and you provoked him."
"I did not--"
"You did. In the squad room. Because you were angry with me."
He fell silent, though his hold on her never loosened.
"But I shouldn't have punished you by staying away."
He pressed another kiss to the top of her head, before he pulled away, glancing down at her. "I am sorry, Abby."
"I know you are. I knew it in the hospital waiting room."
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him down for a kiss, smiling against him as his fingers found her hips.
"So we're good now?" She mumbled against him.
"Better than good."
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Stepping out of the bathroom, Gibbs couldn't help but grin at the sight of the Goth sprawled out across his bed wearing nothing but a tshirt, smiling impishly at him.
"Hi," she greeted, twirling a strand of her long black hair between her fingers.
"Hi back," he smirked as he made his way over to the dresser.
"Whatcha doing?"
"Getting a shirt."
"Don't bother," she said, her voice husky as she pushed herself up.
He cocked an eyebrow at her through the mirror before he turned. "Why not?"
"Because it's just going to end up on the floor."
"That's a good reason," Gibbs conceded as he closed the dresser drawer. Turning back to the bed, he crossed the room in two short strides.
Reaching up for him, Abby ran her hand down his hard chest, grinning as he shivered slightly at her touch.
Lowering his head, he captured her mouth with his, tangling his fingers through her hair.
Abby moaned softly as he pushed her back gently against the mattress, their lips never parting.
She could feel him growing hard against her bare thigh as his fingers crept down her hips slowly.
"Ah, Abs. I've missed you," he said as he moved his lips down her neck slowly.
"I need you."
"How?"
"Inside. Now." Though her voice was firm, he detected just a hint of desperation.
He allowed his fingers to slip inside of her panties, smirking at the way she moved against him.
"Gibbs!" She gasped, her entire body twitching as he slipped a finger inside her.
He claimed her mouth with his again, silencing her protests. "Beg for it," he ordered against her.
"Please," she cried as he pulled away from her, her body aching for him. Lifting her hips, she shoved her fingers into the waist band of her panties and pushed the fabric down.
He kicked off his own boxers as she slipped her shirt over her head.
She laid back against the pillows and opened her legs for him, moaning when she felt his weight ontop of her.
"Please," she whimpered again, a quiet gasp escaping her as he complied.
He groaned at the feeling of her wrapped around him. "God, Abby."
She lifted her hips against him as she raked her her nails down his back.
His movements were slow and powerful, each thrust bringing her closer to the edge.
"More," she demanded, her voice slightly strangled as she moved with him. "More!"
He lowered his mouth to her neck, his teeth teasing her sweet skin as he moved harder.
"So... Close," she cried out, her fingers tangling through his hair.
She gripped the sheets with both hands as he thrusted faster, his movements becoming more desperate.
"Abby," he cried out as he came inside her, his entire body shuddering at the release.
He collapsed ontop of her, his face pressed against her neck as she panted beneath him.
Rolling off of her, Gibbs laid back against the pillow as he tried to catch his breath.
Abby's entire body trembled as she turned onto her side, wrapping herself around her lover as she snuggled close to him.
He ran his fingers down her back slowly, tracing light circles on her bare skin.
"I missed you," she mumbled sleepily.
"I missed you too."
"I'm sorry for staying away."
"You're here now. That's all that matters."
Chapter End Notes:
Hi guys! It's me again! As always, thank you to all those who took the time to send me such sweet reviews! A huge thank you, again, to my bffl Kelley for all her help with this chapter! You're the best chica!
After such drama heavy chapters, I decided that you guys deserved a little bit of fluff, so that's exactly what this is. Just a warning, things get a little heated towards the end, but if it's not your cup of tea, you can feel free to skip ;) As always, reviews are a wonderful thing and as proven time and again, they really do help me write faster! :D
After such drama heavy chapters, I decided that you guys deserved a little bit of fluff, so that's exactly what this is. Just a warning, things get a little heated towards the end, but if it's not your cup of tea, you can feel free to skip ;) As always, reviews are a wonderful thing and as proven time and again, they really do help me write faster! :D