Fake out… ;)

Despite the change in their relationship, Gibbs didn't push for more than a few kisses before they fell asleep curled up together. It had been late by the time they made it upstairs, and combined with the huge shift from being friends to now lovers, it was a lot to process. But falling asleep with his warm hands under her shirt, holding her close was enough… for now.

Gibbs' alarm clock came way too early for the both of them, and Abby grumbled the whole way to the shower while Gibbs grabbed her bag from her car, ignoring her invite to share. She knew why he didn't want to share – they needed time to explore. A quick fuck in the shower wasn't what either of them wanted for their first time, but at the same time, the idea of sharing a shower with him was mighty tempting.

He dropped her off at her place so she could change and drive herself in, and Abby couldn't help but feel a sense of loss at driving in alone after spending all weekend with the man. But as soon as they were back at NCIS everything clicked into place and it was as though nothing had changed. He brought her a Caf-Pow! and listened patiently as she rattled on about DNA and how the swirls in finger prints were so mesmerizing if you stared at them long enough. He kissed her cheek (albeit closer to her lips) and left the lab with a smile.

Then the flood gates broke and the team was swamped with case after case. Gibbs didn't make it out of the office Monday night, so Abby went back to her place, then Tuesday and Wednesday Abby spent the night on the futon in her lab waiting for something that would give them a lead. On Thursday Abby was excited to finally curl up beside Gibbs, even if it was just to sleep. But at ten pm she got a call from Gibbs that they had tracked their killer to Norfolk and by the time they got him squared away it would be too late to drive back. The team was staying at a hotel and would be back mid-morning the next day. Reluctantly Abby crawled into her own bed – surprised at how empty it felt without Gibbs.

Friday things seemed to slow down and she was caught off guard when a pair of strong arms wrapped around her middle. "Gibbs!"

"What?" He gave her a gentle squeeze and then let go, letting her turn to face him.

"You scared me!"

"Shouldn't have your music so loud, otherwise you would've heard me."

"Or you could just wear a bell."

Gibbs rolled his eyes, "dinner tonight? Stay at my place?"

"Can I take a rain check on the dinner part? I'm helping out for an event at church tonight, but I can come over afterward, if that's okay?"

Gibbs nodded. "Spend the weekend?"

Abby pretended to think about it. "I do have to wash my hair, but if you'd be interested in helping…"

He smiled and leaned in to kiss her, grinning at the look of shock on her face when he pulled away.

"Someone could've seen you do that, you know."

"Nah, Vance let us off early. The others were out the door within seconds."

Abby slid her hands up the front of his jacket and started to pull him in, "in that case, kiss me again."

He gave in and gave her one more, quick kiss, and then stepped away before he made a fool of himself. "What time you think you'll be over?"

Abby shrugged. "Might be late. Don't wait up though, and so help me God, if you're sleeping on the couch when I arrive…"

Gibbs turned on his heel. "See ya later, Abbs."

"I'm not kidding," she called after him. "No sleeping on the couch. Or else I'm going home!" She turned back to her computer with a smile.

It was nearly midnight before she pulled up outside of Gibbs' house. She felt guilty about staying away so long, but time had gotten away from her and then she got caught up in helping to clean up. She had called Gibbs around nine and he hadn't seemed upset, said he was busy in the basement, but still… she felt bad.

The basement lights were still on when she pulled up. She parked and hurried up the front step, letting herself in and locking the door behind her. She left her coat draped over the back of a chair and her overnight bag at the base of the stairs and then headed for the basement. Gibbs was leaning against the workbench, flipping through a case-file.

"Almost midnight," she said as she headed down the stairs. "Why you looking at work stuff?"

Gibbs shrugged and set it aside when she was within reach and tugged her into a hug, turning them so he could press her against the work bench, trapping her body with his. "Bored, waiting for you."

"Sorry, I wouldn't have agreed to help out if I had known I wouldn't have been able to see you outside of work all week."

"Mmm," Gibbs gave a little nod and then ducked his head to kiss her softly. "Come on, I'm tired. And you wouldn't let me nap on the couch."

Abby was about to protest when she caught the slight smirk on his face and she knew he was just trying to rile her up. "You might be tired, but I bet your back isn't protesting every little movement, is it?"

Abby cut in front of him to head up the stairs. She grabbed her bag and continued up to his room and changed into one of his old shirts and brushed her teeth while he double checked that the doors downstairs were locked and that the lights were all off. They passed in the hallway and Gibbs had a hard time pulling his eyes away from her creamy pale legs as he headed to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

Abby was already under the covers by the time he joined her, down to just his boxers. The main light was off and with a click the bedside lamp went dark and he was moving toward the center of the bed and Abby's warm body. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her slowly, his tongue tracing her lower lip before he licked his way inside. He let his hands run down her sides, before moving up under her shirt along her back.

Gibbs pulled away from the kiss and rested his forehead against hers. "You're hesitating. You need more time?"

"You said you were tired… was that just a ploy to get me up into bed?" She didn't want to seem pushy for more if he really just wanted to sleep.

"It worked, didn't it?"

"Mr Gibbs, You're a sneaky bastard… my sneaky bastard."

Gibbs rolled over her, pressing her into the mattress. "Jethro when we're in bed."

"I'll try, but that won't be an easy switch to flip, I've been calling out Gibbs in my dreams for a long time."

He chuckled at that, and nodded. "Gibbs is fine, just not Mr. Gibbs."

It suddenly clicked for Abby and she laughed. "Oooh, bad memories of your last girlfriend?"

Gibbs lowered his head to nip at her neck, just above where it joined her shoulder. "Wasn't my girlfriend," he growled, torn between hoping he'd left a mark and not wanting to cause her even the slightest bit of pain. But judging by the way she tilted her head to give him more room, she wasn't too concerned.

Abby hooked her legs around him, crossing her ankles to keep him snug against her. The longer he pinned her to the bed, the harder he became from her constant wiggling below. She drew his face to hers for another kiss, her fingers running through his hair, her nails scratching lightly at the base of his skull. She pulled away from his lips to kiss the tip of his nose and then chin. She licked and nibbled out over his jaw until she reached his ear. Running her tongue up the shell of his ear, she felt a shiver run through his body and at the same time, his arms wrap tightly around her. He rolled onto his back, bringing her with so that she was straddling his hips.

She grinned down at him and spread her hands wide over his chest, taking her time to explore – making note of every little scar. She scraped her finger nails down his chest with just enough pressure to make him squirm, and then circled a finger around his nipples before lowering to cover first one and then the other with her mouth.

She could see his patience fading as he endured more and more of her slow exploration. She mouthed her way down his stomach and nipped at the skin over his ribs causing him to groan.

He reached down to tug her shirt off, batting her hands away when she went to stop him, saying that it was still her turn. But he didn't give up, wanting to see at least some of her skin while she explored. Eventually she gave in and tossed her shirt to the foot of the bed, but only let his hands rest on her hips while she continued to map out his chest and abs. She could tell that he was getting tired of being on the receiving end without being able to participate as his fingers dug into her hips. Every so often he'd let go and flex his hands before holding on to her again. She pressed kisses across his stomach, grinning when his muscles flexed under her gentle touch. As her kisses moved lower, he caught her face in his hands and sat up to meet her for a gentle kiss. "Not what I want right now." There would be time for that later on, but he was painfully hard and even the thought of her lips wrapped around him had him working hard not to come in his shorts. He pulled her back down so that her body was stretched over his, his knees bent and his feet flat on the bed to keep her nestled between his thighs.

He managed to reach her collarbone, kissing and licking his way across. He had one arm wrapped around her, holding her close and the other hand was attached to one of her breasts, kneading the supple flesh and teasing her nipple to a point. She moaned against his ear and hugged herself closer, her hips pressing against his hardness before slipping a hand down between them to stroke him through the fabric.

"Want you, Gibbs… want you more than I've wanted anything, ever." She pressed her face to his neck and inhaled deeply, the scent of saw dust, old spice and coffee washing over her.

"All yours Abbs, have been for a while." He ran a hand down her back, his hand slipping under her underwear, pulling her even closer.

She ground her hips down against his evident arousal and then moved off of him to wriggle free of her underwear. Gibbs did the same and rolled onto his side, leaning over her to kiss her, his hand trailing over her stomach. He grinned as he nuzzled her cheek and her stomach muscles rippled under his fingers. Slowly trailing his fingers lower and lower, he drew out a long moan from her as his fingers reached their destination, slipping first one then two fingers into her. He pressed his lips to her shoulder and groaned at how hot and wet she was. He sought out her clit, teasing her until she cried out and her hands twisted sharply in the sheets.

"Need you, now…" She wrapped her arms around him and tried to pull him over her.

Gibbs moved over her, supporting himself with his forearms on either side of her head. He lowered his head for kiss as she guided him inside. With her ankles locked around him, she arched up against him and cried out as he settled on top of her. They moved slowly at first, and Gibbs nipped at her lower lip making her gasp.

"Abbs," he groaned, "you're perfect."

Her fingers dug into his shoulders before she pushed one hand up into his hair, her nails raking against his scalp, "Jethro…"

Hearing his name like that, so full of need, lust and if he dare let himself think it – love – was almost more than he could handle. He nuzzled against her neck again, grunting each time he thrust into her, his mouth slack as he breathed hotly against her skin. "Almost there…"

Abby managed to push him over to straddle him, bracing herself on his chest. His fingers zeroed in on her clit as she moved. As soon as she tensed and tossed her head back to surrendered to her release, Gibbs pushed his hands up over her breasts and out to her shoulders, holding her in place as he thrust up into her until he was groaning through his release.

Abby lowered herself over him and peppered his chest and collarbone with kisses until he tipped her chin up to meet her lips in a kiss.

"I love you, Abby. Don't ever think otherwise."

"I love you more," she wrapped herself around him and continued to press soft kisses to his skin while he reached down to pull the blankets up and over them.

"Don't have any plans this weekend, do you?"

"Mmm, lots. And they all involve you and a repeat performance."

Gibbs chuckled and wrapped himself around her, pulling her in close. It had been years since he had spent a full night in his own bed, and with the right woman wrapped in his arms, he wasn't concerned about lying awake all night. His last thought before he drifted off to sleep was that sleeping on the couch was a thing of the past.

Abby woke to the feel of fingers brushing back and forth across her stomach. She turned in his arms and brought her fingers to his face. "How'd you sleep?"

"Didn't sleep a wink," he teased. "I missed the couch too much."

"I certainly think we can work in some quality time on the couch this weekend. On the couch, over the back of the couch…"

Gibbs grinned and rolled over her, pressing her back into the bed. "Might not make it to the couch… I'm sure I'll survive."

The End.

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