Fic: Merry Christmas - posted on behalf of Nomadicdrago for Squeecakes
nomadicdragon is on her honeymoon at the moment - Congratulations go to her!! This story is posted on her behalf for her reciprient, squeecakes
Title: Merry Christmas
Author: nomadicdragon
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Abby/Gibbs
Word count: 1,080
Beta’d by: georgiamagnolia
Disclaimers: Sadly, I do not own NCIS or any of the characters, no money was made from the writing of this little missive.
Summary: A tale of Christmas joy.
Spoilers: small tiny spoiler for Silent Night
You'll be writing for: Winnie aka squeecakes
Three things she'd like in her story: Smut, angst, Gibbs' house
Three things she wouldn't like in her story: Threesomes, kid!fic, character death
He knew that she’d be there before he turned onto his street and saw the hearse parked in front of the house. He’d set the team up for a movie at MTAC but then left to grant at least one daughter’s wish. It wasn’t his personal wish but then again, bringing back the dead was not possible, somehow though he’d known that Abby wouldn’t let the evening go by without giving him a present of some sort. It was what she had done that he hadn’t anticipated.
The first thing that struck him upon entering the house was the sweet smell of baking cookies. The glow from the basement was brighter than normal. He walked down the steps to find a little Christmas tree set up on his bench. There was a blanket set underneath the boat he was working on, and a complete Christmas dinner set up over it. Abby sat in her little black skirt, patiently waiting for him to join her.
“What’s all this?”
She looked at him for a moment. “You shouldn’t be alone for Christmas. And you should have more than take out for Christmas Dinner.”
“Abby.”
She stood up, and walked over to him. “No Gibbs. I know you are all stoic-like, but nothing doing. You are going to enjoy this meal that I cooked for you, damn it.”
He opened then closed his mouth again. They stared each other down for the longest time. She leaned up to kiss him on the lips. Gibbs gripped her arms then pushed her away from him.
“You should leave.” He turned his back on her. It was so hard to be this close to Abby without being able to act or speak on what he felt. It was the worst form of torture that Gibbs had ever encountered.
Abby’s eyes flashed with anger. She walked around so that they were again facing each other. They started their staring match again until she finally gave up. She started to leave then spun around and slapped him in the face.
“Christmas is about being with the ones you love, Gibbs. I’ve never really asked you for a damned thing. Enjoying a little free dinner wouldn’t have killed you.”
“Abb…” His voice was drowned out by the sound of her boots racing up the stairs and the door slamming. “Damn it.”
She had just gotten her hearse door open when he caught up to her. He pulled her into his arms, and let his lips speak for him. He tasted the sweetness of her, forcing his tongue through her lips in an almost bruising kiss. She collapsed back against the hearse, gasping for air as Gibbs eased back from her lips.
“Whoa.”
Gibbs wrapped his arms around her and led her back into the house. The door slammed shut behind them as he pressed her up against the wall. His hands roaming across her back down to caress her ass, he pressed against her, and let his lips once again assaulted hers. His hands slid up her inner thigh, slowing spreading her thighs to let his leg press against her now moistened silk panties.
“Gibbs.” Abby voice was soft and husky, her lips brushed against his. Her knees started to give way as he caught her up in his arms.
“Upstairs it is.” He lifted her up and carried her up the stairs. He tossed her onto the bed, pulling his shirt off and then his jeans. His cock bulged against his boxers as he slowly slid them off.
“Gibbs…” Abby started to speak again. “Are you sure about this?”
His only answer was to lean onto the bed; he ripped off her dress, and then gently tugged out the pigtails to let her hair gracefully lay across her naked shoulders. He leaned across her. His knees planted on either side of her. His cock brushed against her inner thighs, teasing the entrance of her pussy. His reclaimed her lips, pressing further down eliciting a moan from deep within Abby. She arched up against him, causing his cock to slide just within her outer lips.
“Tell me to stop and I will.” He paused a moment, his lips moving down to kiss her web covered neck.
“Stop? Never. Condom. Yes!”
He leaned over to the side table to get a condom out of the drawer. Abby took it out of his hand, tossing the wrapper aside. She slowly rolled it down his length. Then, leaning back against the bed, she reached her arms up and around him and pulled him down, his cock sinking deep within her pussy.
Gibbs paused a moment to enjoy this sensation, the first time he’d ever gone further than a kiss on the cheek with Abby. She brought out a sense of possessiveness that he’d never felt with anyone else. It was as if with each thrust he was claiming her very soul. Her nails raked against his back as they raced towards climax. Abby screamed out his name as her orgasm overtook her. Her muscles clenched around his cock, triggering his own orgasm.
They collapsed into the bed, overtaken by the intense pleasures that had been totally unexpected. Abby rolled over so that her arm was draped across his chest. She stroked the very light mark on his face from her slap. She blushed at the outline of her fingers on his cheek.
“I’m sorry.” She buried her face in his chest, and then her shoulders started to shake with what appeared to be sobs.
“Abby?” He leaned up concerned only to realize that she was trying to hold back a laugh.
She grinned up at him. “Merry Christmas. And to think, Ducky thought I’d have trouble figuring out what to give you.”
Gibbs laughed. “Merry Christmas, indeed. I’m sorry that I didn’t take your surprise well.”
Abby shrugged, then started to get off the bed and search for a t-shirt to dress in. “It’s all right. You just needed to work up an appetite.”
He shook his head and laughed when she tossed a pair of shorts and a t-shirt at him. He reluctantly left the comfort of the bed to follow her back down to the basement. Abby bent over to turn on some holiday music. She then began to dish out the holiday meal that she had prepared.
Gibbs raised a glass of wine. “A toast to you, dearest Abbs. The best Christmas present a man could ever ask for.”
Title: Merry Christmas
Author: nomadicdragon
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Abby/Gibbs
Word count: 1,080
Beta’d by: georgiamagnolia
Disclaimers: Sadly, I do not own NCIS or any of the characters, no money was made from the writing of this little missive.
Summary: A tale of Christmas joy.
Spoilers: small tiny spoiler for Silent Night
You'll be writing for: Winnie aka squeecakes
Three things she'd like in her story: Smut, angst, Gibbs' house
Three things she wouldn't like in her story: Threesomes, kid!fic, character death
He knew that she’d be there before he turned onto his street and saw the hearse parked in front of the house. He’d set the team up for a movie at MTAC but then left to grant at least one daughter’s wish. It wasn’t his personal wish but then again, bringing back the dead was not possible, somehow though he’d known that Abby wouldn’t let the evening go by without giving him a present of some sort. It was what she had done that he hadn’t anticipated.
The first thing that struck him upon entering the house was the sweet smell of baking cookies. The glow from the basement was brighter than normal. He walked down the steps to find a little Christmas tree set up on his bench. There was a blanket set underneath the boat he was working on, and a complete Christmas dinner set up over it. Abby sat in her little black skirt, patiently waiting for him to join her.
“What’s all this?”
She looked at him for a moment. “You shouldn’t be alone for Christmas. And you should have more than take out for Christmas Dinner.”
“Abby.”
She stood up, and walked over to him. “No Gibbs. I know you are all stoic-like, but nothing doing. You are going to enjoy this meal that I cooked for you, damn it.”
He opened then closed his mouth again. They stared each other down for the longest time. She leaned up to kiss him on the lips. Gibbs gripped her arms then pushed her away from him.
“You should leave.” He turned his back on her. It was so hard to be this close to Abby without being able to act or speak on what he felt. It was the worst form of torture that Gibbs had ever encountered.
Abby’s eyes flashed with anger. She walked around so that they were again facing each other. They started their staring match again until she finally gave up. She started to leave then spun around and slapped him in the face.
“Christmas is about being with the ones you love, Gibbs. I’ve never really asked you for a damned thing. Enjoying a little free dinner wouldn’t have killed you.”
“Abb…” His voice was drowned out by the sound of her boots racing up the stairs and the door slamming. “Damn it.”
She had just gotten her hearse door open when he caught up to her. He pulled her into his arms, and let his lips speak for him. He tasted the sweetness of her, forcing his tongue through her lips in an almost bruising kiss. She collapsed back against the hearse, gasping for air as Gibbs eased back from her lips.
“Whoa.”
Gibbs wrapped his arms around her and led her back into the house. The door slammed shut behind them as he pressed her up against the wall. His hands roaming across her back down to caress her ass, he pressed against her, and let his lips once again assaulted hers. His hands slid up her inner thigh, slowing spreading her thighs to let his leg press against her now moistened silk panties.
“Gibbs.” Abby voice was soft and husky, her lips brushed against his. Her knees started to give way as he caught her up in his arms.
“Upstairs it is.” He lifted her up and carried her up the stairs. He tossed her onto the bed, pulling his shirt off and then his jeans. His cock bulged against his boxers as he slowly slid them off.
“Gibbs…” Abby started to speak again. “Are you sure about this?”
His only answer was to lean onto the bed; he ripped off her dress, and then gently tugged out the pigtails to let her hair gracefully lay across her naked shoulders. He leaned across her. His knees planted on either side of her. His cock brushed against her inner thighs, teasing the entrance of her pussy. His reclaimed her lips, pressing further down eliciting a moan from deep within Abby. She arched up against him, causing his cock to slide just within her outer lips.
“Tell me to stop and I will.” He paused a moment, his lips moving down to kiss her web covered neck.
“Stop? Never. Condom. Yes!”
He leaned over to the side table to get a condom out of the drawer. Abby took it out of his hand, tossing the wrapper aside. She slowly rolled it down his length. Then, leaning back against the bed, she reached her arms up and around him and pulled him down, his cock sinking deep within her pussy.
Gibbs paused a moment to enjoy this sensation, the first time he’d ever gone further than a kiss on the cheek with Abby. She brought out a sense of possessiveness that he’d never felt with anyone else. It was as if with each thrust he was claiming her very soul. Her nails raked against his back as they raced towards climax. Abby screamed out his name as her orgasm overtook her. Her muscles clenched around his cock, triggering his own orgasm.
They collapsed into the bed, overtaken by the intense pleasures that had been totally unexpected. Abby rolled over so that her arm was draped across his chest. She stroked the very light mark on his face from her slap. She blushed at the outline of her fingers on his cheek.
“I’m sorry.” She buried her face in his chest, and then her shoulders started to shake with what appeared to be sobs.
“Abby?” He leaned up concerned only to realize that she was trying to hold back a laugh.
She grinned up at him. “Merry Christmas. And to think, Ducky thought I’d have trouble figuring out what to give you.”
Gibbs laughed. “Merry Christmas, indeed. I’m sorry that I didn’t take your surprise well.”
Abby shrugged, then started to get off the bed and search for a t-shirt to dress in. “It’s all right. You just needed to work up an appetite.”
He shook his head and laughed when she tossed a pair of shorts and a t-shirt at him. He reluctantly left the comfort of the bed to follow her back down to the basement. Abby bent over to turn on some holiday music. She then began to dish out the holiday meal that she had prepared.
Gibbs raised a glass of wine. “A toast to you, dearest Abbs. The best Christmas present a man could ever ask for.”