Authors Note: I do not own anything. All of the characters belong to D.P. and company. I'm just having lots of adult fun with them.

Sorry kids, just a snippet.

Abby was curled up, the windows tightly shut, dreaming. Not really dreaming where she would remember it the next morning, but dreaming in the sense that, she wasn't just in a dark space, watching herself sleep.

The dark figure moved around the room, watching the porcelain figure sleep. His cock was hard, straining against the zipper, wanting to feel the silkiness of her walls clench around his girth. Gibbs was outside, the shadow had seen him, watching carefully to make sure no one would disturb his sleeping princess. But, he had gained access, and he would use his little rag doll tonight, bring her fully into headspace, to a blithering mess of emotion and pleasure. Bring her to realize that her silver haired fox was not the only one who held power. He had seen her late at night, her hands under the covers, her slim fingers creeping slowly to the folds of her womanhood; she screamed Gibbs' name every single time.

At Skinsation, the local BDSM club, The Shadow could see the way Abby fell into headspace, when Gibbs placed his special play collar around her neck, when Gibbs told her to get him a drink. She was already his submissive and he didn't even know it. He didn't even know that he had a beautiful woman waiting at his beck and call, to fulfill, every single dirty fantasy he had ever thought of. Perhaps, The Shadow thought, sitting in a chair across the room from Abby's bed, that Gibbs wasn't stupid, he simply didn't want the strings and baggage that come with a relationship. Tomorrow was their play night, he could either wait till tomorrow night, when Abby was passed out from pure exhaustion, or he could take what was rightfully his now. He growled in annoyance and continued to watch his Angel sleep.