Title: I'm Not Sorry (chapter 15)

Rating: M

Spoilers: none.

Disclaimer: NCIS doesn't belong to me. If it did, certain things would be different. :)

A/N: This has been such a fun story to write! I am grateful to everyone who reviewed and gave me suggestions on how to improve. This is dedicated to you! (unless you don't care for smut, in which case this chapter does not exist. ;-) ) (but read the A/N2 at the bottom for info on what happens next!)

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Abby wasn't quite sure how they ended up in the shower together later that evening, but she wasn't complaining. She giggled as Gibbs soaped each of her breasts in turn, paying particular attention to "those tricky undersides".

"Stop, that tickles!" she squealed, swatting ineffectually at his hand. His other arm had a firm grip around her waist.

"Really?" said Gibbs innocently. "What about here, is this ticklish?" His hand now skipped lightly along her abdomen, obviously heading south.

She grasped the roving hand tightly. "Jethro! We're supposed to get clean in here, not have sex."

"Why not do both?" he asked, his soapy fingers getting away from her hand and landing directly on her clit. She changed her mind as soon as he began stroking her, and slid her own hand to grasp his erection.

"Well, you do present a good argument," she agreed, palming the head firmly.

He groaned, unable to speak further, and simply dedicated his energy to their mutual pleasure.

Later, they toweled each other off and walked, unashamedly naked, into the bedroom. As she brushed her hair, Abby heard a drawer opening and asked absently, "What are you doing, Jethro? You aren't getting dressed, are you?" Her tone of disapproval indicated that she would not be at all happy if he did.

"Nope."

"Then what – oh!" she exclaimed, as she felt the light touch of a feather along her back.

"Yep, your turn," he said, the smile evident in his voice. "Lie down on your stomach."

Abby set down her brush and complied, dark hair fanning out across her tattooed shoulders. A thrill passed through her as she waited for the first touch.

For several moments Gibbs' eyes wandered her body, just enjoying the sight of her.

She squirmed. "Gi-i-i-ibs," she whined, reaching up to twirl her hair.

He slapped her ass, hard, and she jumped at the jolt of lightning that ran straight to her core. He smoothed Honey Dust over the reddened skin with his palm, then began to scatter it randomly from her shoulders to her knees. He pondered where to begin. Moving over her, he leaned to lick and nip at her shoulder blades, producing loud moans from beneath him. The Honey Dust was sweet but her flesh was sweeter; her hair smelled of roses, sawdust, and gunpowder.

Abby's breathing quickened and she wriggled, arching her body towards him, eager for more.

"Easy, Abbs," he admonished, caressing the gorgeous cross tattoo before licking his way along each line of ink.

"Oh, God," she groaned. "Jethro…."

With every sound she made, he grew just a bit harder, and when she squeezed her thighs together, his erection nestled between them, he slapped her ass even harder than before.

Abby just giggled.

In response, he moved down to her thighs, brushing his lips against the inner, more sensitive area before nipping at the outer edges. After some time he could tell she was getting impatient, so he slid his tongue upward along the space between her thighs. She jumped and moaned loudly as he barely grazed her center with his lips, causing a tingle to run up her spine.

His tongue marked a lazy trail along the smooth skin of her buttocks, while his fingers danced along her hips, lifting her slightly. Without warning he bit down hard, and she cried out appreciatively. "Jethro, you're torturing me," she moaned.

He smiled against the small of her back, his tongue barely touching as it dipped slightly into the cleft below, then traced circles on her back.

Abby trembled beneath him. She could feel the tension rising deep inside her, pushing her close to the edge although he had not even touched her most sensitive areas.

Gibbs sensed her high level of arousal – his own seemed about to burst – so he balanced himself and pulled her hips towards him, bringing her to hands and knees, his throbbing cock pressed against her wetness. Without preliminaries he plunged himself deep inside her.

Abby gasped, almost falling to the bed from the exquisite pleasure. But his hands held her firmly in position. She rocked her hips backward in time with his thrusts – once, twice, and she was spinning dizzily in waves of ecstasy so intense she almost blacked out. "Jethro – oh – my – Jethro," she panted.

His cock swelled even further as she contracted around him, and he could tell he was close. He found her clit with one hand and massaged it the way he knew she liked. Before she had recovered her breath, they blissfully climaxed together.

Completely spent, both collapsed onto the mattress. Gibbs rolled off then pulled her onto her side, spooning his body protectively around hers.

For several minutes they simply breathed.

He snuggled his face against her neck, ignoring the slight tickle of her hair. "Abby," he murmured.

"Mmmhmm?" she mumbled.

"I'm not sorry, either. I mean – I'm sorry for what I did, but I'm not sorry for the results."

Abby smiled and raised his hand to her lips, kissing the rough knuckles, then sighed contentedly. "I know exactly what you mean."

~finis~

A/N2: If you don't already know, Gibbs and Abby's baby is born in "Resolution", co-written with lunarcaterpillar. It is also a Tiva story with a case, but there is plenty of Gabby excitement and emotion, plus one of the team finds out the truth of how Abby got pregnant.

This is going to be a series, FYI. ;-)