By the time Abby had got home, shooed DiNozzo away and reassured McGee and Ziva and the Director of her welfare by email, text and telephone respectively, she was ready to scream. Without bothering to shed her Court clothes she made her way into her kitchen, searching out the bottle of whiskey she knew Gibbs had left the last time they had had a team night at hers. Her questing fingers found it tucked in a cupboard behind some cereal and she pulled it out, unscrewing the cap and splashing the amber liquid into a plain glass. Abby knocked back the first gulp and then sipped slowly, leaning back against the counter enjoying the silence of her house. No phones, no email, no music. Just sweet silence. No one chasing her, no one watching her, just solitude. She stared at the bottle, remembering the taste of the whiskey in Gibbs’ basement, the feel of the wood beneath her fingers, his gentle patience with her as he talked her into objectivity. It wasn’t her fault. Not at all. She smiled to herself and slammed the rest of her drink and left the bottle and glass on the worktop heading to the shower to wash away the stains of the day.
As she stepped out of the shower, winding a deep purple towel around her damp body, combing out her wet black hair, Abby eyed herself in the mirror. She had no illusions about herself and very few secrets, only the ones she chose to keep for the safety of others. Holding back from Gibbs about Mawer had been difficult and the look of disappointment in his eyes when he realised she had kept something of herself from him. The sound of someone knocking on her door shook her out of her reverie. Abby hesitated before opening the door, wishing that she had a security peephole, and grasped her father’s old walking stick that she kept by the door.
“Abs.” Gibbs eyed the sturdy piece of hazel she was holding by her side with some amusement. “That your welcome?”
Abby found her voice. “Gibbs!" She put the walking stick back in its place by the door and stood back to let him in but he paused on the doorstep, eyeing her attire. “I just had a shower."
“I have something for you.”
Abby raised her eyebrows and then squealed happily as Gibbs brought her red collar from his coat pocket. She reached for it but he pulled his hand back and she frowned.
“What?”
“I want to see you wearing it.”
“You’ve seen me wearing it lots of times.”
“I want to see you wearing it. Just that.”
Abby stared at him. “Gibbs…..that is……so not what I expected you to say.”
“Well I’m saying it now.”
“Yeah.” Abby stepped out of the doorway and allowed Gibbs in. He shut the door behind him very deliberately, leaning back against it. The collar dangled from his right hand and she eyed it contemplatively. “If I say no….”
“Then you don’t get it back.”
“If I say yes.”
“Then you get to keep it.”
“What else to do I get?”
Gibbs stepped towards her and Abby backed up against the wall, in spite of herself. He settled his palms flat against the wall, either side of her head and leaned in until they were close enough to kiss.
“What would you like?” he whispered.
Abby closed her eyes for a moment, trying to steel herself against the seduction. When she opened them, Gibbs’ bright blue gaze was still inches away, watching her every move.
“I don’t know what I want,” she answered honestly.
“Why don’t we start with something easy, something I’ve always wanted to find out….”
“What’s that?”
Gibbs’ eyes sparkled. “Exactly what I have to do to get you to scream for me…..”
His words made Abby blush and he smiled to see the heat flooding her cheeks. He moved closer until she could feel the strength of his longing for her and Abby bit her lip, trying to hold herself together but knowing that if he kissed her she would fall apart. He lifted his hand to her chin and turned her face to look at the collar dangling from his other hand, right next to her face. His fingers trailed down her neck to her collarbone and to the point where her towel was tucked in.
“I’m interested,” he said, “in what you would do if I pulled on this? Would you stop me? To be honest I’d prefer it if you did it, I’d much rather see you unwinding this towel from your body and then climb on to my lap for me to put this,” he gave the collar a little twitch, “around your neck.”
Abby’s eyes widened with arousal and she whimpered under her
breath. “Gibbs don’t.”
At her words, he moved away abruptly and left her weak and slumped against the wall. He headed into the kitchen and saw the whiskey she had left out. She followed him through, wrapping the towel more securely around her body and twisting her hair into a loose single plait.
“What are you doing?” she asked hesitantly.
He offered her a half full glass and knocked the rim of his glass against hers. “You told me to stop, so I did.”
It couldn’t be that easy. “Gibbs, I don’t understand. You come here and you’re all full on Dom and make me feel….how I’m feeling but I say stop and you do? Just like that?”
“Just like that.” Gibbs sipped his whiskey, watching her over the top of his glass.
“But…..but….”
“I want you to be Ok with this Abs, I want you to trust me.”
“I do trust you.”
“So why were you surprised when I stopped when you told me to?”
Abby opened and shut her mouth a few times. “Because…. Because….”
“You didn’t mean it?” Gibbs raised his eyebrows. “So why did you say it?”
“I don’t know.”
“Is it something you do? Say stop but mean go on?”
“I don’t know! Gibbs! I don’t know. I can’t even think straight at the moment let alone know what my mouth is doing.”
“Do you want me to go?”
“No.” She spoke softly but quickly.
“Is this too quick?” Gibbs laid the red collar on the worktop. “I want to see you naked except for this, bare ass naked, spread out beneath me, losing your control. I can’t be any clearer than that.”
“What about work?”
“What about it? I’n not going to fuck you over your desk. This is you and me, in private.”
Abby tasted her whiskey, rolling the flavours across her tongue and the very real image came into her mind of Gibbs pouring it over her breasts and licking it off her nipples. The heat came back into her face and she couldn’t meet his eye.
“Abs…..” He was standing in front of her again. “Abs, it’s not a one time offer. Just when you’re ready make sure it’s me you call not some idiot who wants a straitjacket.”
She couldn’t speak but managed to nod. He nodded back and left the collar on the worktop. She couldn’t take her eyes off it as his lips grazed her cheek, his callused fingers stroking across her shoulders.
“Sweet dreams Abby.”
Story Notes:
First time I've written Gibbs/Abby so bear that it mind when you're reading it please. Reviews/concrit always welcome.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Post Bloodbath. Gibbs returns Abby's red collar....
Chapter End Notes:
First time I've written Gibbs/Abby so bear that it mind when you're reading it please. Reviews/concrit always welcome.