NCIS Fic - Eavesdropping (2 of 2)
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thehappyfangirlTitle: Eavesdropping (2 of 2)
Fandom: NCIS
Character/Pairing: Gibbs/Abby
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Gibbs overhears a very private conversation. Smut ensues.
Link to the long-ago-posted Chapter 1
Finally finished it! Special thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chirugal for the inspiration and taylorgibbs and piwrit_queen for the beta :)
Abby stared as Gibbs flipped her phone closed and set it aside, never once looking away from her and oh god her fingers were still-- She swallowed hard, almost angry that her body hadn't stopped responding to the fantasy, especially when he was here, now and how much had he heard?
He heard enough, didn't he? And it's not like you're trying to hide it even now.
"Starting the weekend a little early?"
"Gibbs, I--"
He moved behind her, and she didn't dare turn to look as her cheeks heated with embarrassment.
She wasn't embarrassed for her feelings, of course. She'd long since owned them and set them in a neat little pile on her mental shelf of Things That Can Never Be, along with and end to world hunger and chocolate covered Skittles. Now that she'd been caught with those feelings (red-handed, as it were), it changed everything, and she wanted to cry for the relationship potentially ruined just because she was too horny to wait--
He tugged her chair back, startling a squawk from her as it forced her to put her feet back on the floor, both hands coming up for balance. She couldn't look at her right hand, her index and middle fingers slick and just a little shiny in the dim light of her office. "I'll just..." she didn't turn, and stood up to leave. She counted heartbeats and was already updating her resume and deciding on what flavor of Ben & Jerrys could ease the pain of this parting.
"Looks like you're already 'just'," she heard him say, his breath puffing softly against the nape of her neck, and she could feel the heat of his body behind her. Not touching her, just...wait.
There was the barest, barest brush of thicker heat against her ass.
Oh my god.
"Gibbs...?" She arched her back, just enough to brush and acknowledge what her words may have done, enough to gauge what they might mean for the rest of tonight/tomorrow/forev--
His hands rested, heavy and warm, on her hips, drawing her back unto they were pressed chest-to-back, his breath quickening and his response unmistakeable. She swore she could hear her id do a little dance as she let her head roll forward, baring her neck to him.
"Since the interview, Abbs?" His voice was rough, the teasing note not quite alien (she was his favorite after all) but not quite familiar either. "That's a heavy torch."
She dared a glance to the side, caught a flash of his eyes and the glint of silver hair at the corner of her gaze. "Not so heavy. You're Gibbs, you're...special."
Don't think about Mexico and that awful conversation in the basement. You practically called yourself his daughter!
"There's a difference between special and this..."
His arm sliding around her waist was the only thing that held her up when his other hand-- "Unh!" Her knees buckled as his fingers, with the power to end a life or shape a boat from nothing, caressed beneath her skirt and showed her beyond a shadow of a doubt that familial relations weren't anywhere near on his mind.
"Now I know what had DiNozzo and McGee so distracted today," he gruffed softly, but she could hear the smile over the roar of blood in her ears.
"Cameras--" It was her last ditch effort to make sure neither of them were making an awful, un-take-back-able mistake.
"Taken care of, or I wouldn't have caught you with your hand up your skirt." He slid his finger into her and she thought she might die. "Would I?"
"Oh god, Gibbs...." She twisted her hips with a desperate grind, the lewd fantasy that she'd spun for her phone sex partner suddenly come to vivid life almost too much to take.
And then he slid his hand up her back, squeezing her shoulder and pushing her down until she was braced on the table. "I think you left off right about here," he said, and she felt her whole body clench at the sound of him setting his gun on the table, then the jingle of his belt and zipper. "What now, Abbs? What do I do to you now?"
She heard more than felt the 'thump' as her forehead hit the table, and she groaned to feel his work-rough hand pushing her skirt up to tuck the hem into her waistline. Too hot? Now the lab seemed cooler than ever against her slickness. Please, please, please, if this is a dream, don't let me wake up for at LEAST another two hours.
His fingers curled harder as she hesitated, kneading at her ass before--she squeaked at the soft spank that sent a shock from her ass to her nipples to her cunt and oh GOD he was there, thick and hot against her. "Tell me."
She shuddered in his grip and closed her eyes. "Fuck me, Gibbs. I've waited so long for you to just bend me over and fuck me." She tilted her hips up, just enough to feel him angle himself for her, and she rolled her head to the side to stare at his gun. She knew the leather holster would still be warm from his body and somehow that made her even wetter. "Please."
She worried for the briefest of moments that he would want to be gentle with her despite the wicked fantasy he'd overheard, that he'd take it slowly and she'd still come because Gibbs was just that evil when he wanted to--
She was glad that the glass was thick and mostly soundproof, because the sound she made when he slammed into her would have brought the entire agency down around their ears. Her whole body clenched around him, her toes curling near to cramping in her Gibbs' favorite shoes and her fingernails leaving crescent marks in the meat of her palms.
"God, Abby..."
The ragged groan in his voice added that perfect bit of sweetness, carrying with it the idea that he'd wanted this for however long he'd wanted it. She answered him, growling low in her throat as he held himself there, letting her adjust to the length that almost went too deep, the girth that was perfect. "Yeah...god, yes Gibbs." She rolled her hips and they both moaned, and she lifted her head off the table, turning just enough so he could see her eyes, her wicked smile. "Fuck me."
He set a grueling pace, every instroke tearing a cry from her throat, a lewd harmony to his own grunted words. Sometimes they were her name, sometimes delicious obscenities that drove her closer to the edge she'd been nearing when he caught her spelling out this very fantasy. Her world narrowed down to this room, to the hands at her hips and the motion of their bodies as he filled her again, again...
"Oh god." She felt it then, that twist in her belly that tightened her cunt even harder around him so they both gasped and said it in unison. "Ohyes god Gibbs--!"
"Yeah...nnngh, so--"
He drove deep and stayed there, the shock of that thrust taking her breath away as her climax rocketed through her, and somewhere in there she heard him grunt and swear through his own.
Even as the aftershocks rolled through her, she closed her eyes and waited for the shaky sigh, the awkward withdrawal, the stunned realization that he'd pretty much fucked the hell out of her and Rule Twelve and what would this mean for work and would she have to leave and and and
He slid his hand slowly up her back, stroking with his thumb in a gentle back-and-forth. "What now, Abby?" he asked. "What do we do now?"
She took a slow step back, enough for him to move with her. His soft grunt echoed with hers as he slid out of her, and she let him tuck himself back into his pants before she turned around. The uncertain expression that mirrored the roiling in her stomach reassured her enough to take his hand, lace their fingers.
"I think I'm done calling all the shots after this...but mostly I'd want for this not to be the only time." She squeezed his hand and blushed a little. "I mean, we don't always have to do it here, but--"
She'd just had a serious earthmover of an orgasm, but it didn't stop every nerve from offering another weary chorus at the touch of his lips to hers.
"I think we can figure something out." He smiled against her lips. "Might have to make a few calls, though. Find out where else you've imagined things."
She leaned in and rested her head on his shoulder, her sigh going all the way to her toes. "I may have started a spreadsheet since the interview."
Fandom: NCIS
Character/Pairing: Gibbs/Abby
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Gibbs overhears a very private conversation. Smut ensues.
Link to the long-ago-posted Chapter 1
Finally finished it! Special thanks to
chirugal for the inspiration and taylorgibbs and piwrit_queen for the beta :)Abby stared as Gibbs flipped her phone closed and set it aside, never once looking away from her and oh god her fingers were still-- She swallowed hard, almost angry that her body hadn't stopped responding to the fantasy, especially when he was here, now and how much had he heard?
He heard enough, didn't he? And it's not like you're trying to hide it even now.
"Starting the weekend a little early?"
"Gibbs, I--"
He moved behind her, and she didn't dare turn to look as her cheeks heated with embarrassment.
She wasn't embarrassed for her feelings, of course. She'd long since owned them and set them in a neat little pile on her mental shelf of Things That Can Never Be, along with and end to world hunger and chocolate covered Skittles. Now that she'd been caught with those feelings (red-handed, as it were), it changed everything, and she wanted to cry for the relationship potentially ruined just because she was too horny to wait--
He tugged her chair back, startling a squawk from her as it forced her to put her feet back on the floor, both hands coming up for balance. She couldn't look at her right hand, her index and middle fingers slick and just a little shiny in the dim light of her office. "I'll just..." she didn't turn, and stood up to leave. She counted heartbeats and was already updating her resume and deciding on what flavor of Ben & Jerrys could ease the pain of this parting.
"Looks like you're already 'just'," she heard him say, his breath puffing softly against the nape of her neck, and she could feel the heat of his body behind her. Not touching her, just...wait.
There was the barest, barest brush of thicker heat against her ass.
Oh my god.
"Gibbs...?" She arched her back, just enough to brush and acknowledge what her words may have done, enough to gauge what they might mean for the rest of tonight/tomorrow/forev--
His hands rested, heavy and warm, on her hips, drawing her back unto they were pressed chest-to-back, his breath quickening and his response unmistakeable. She swore she could hear her id do a little dance as she let her head roll forward, baring her neck to him.
"Since the interview, Abbs?" His voice was rough, the teasing note not quite alien (she was his favorite after all) but not quite familiar either. "That's a heavy torch."
She dared a glance to the side, caught a flash of his eyes and the glint of silver hair at the corner of her gaze. "Not so heavy. You're Gibbs, you're...special."
Don't think about Mexico and that awful conversation in the basement. You practically called yourself his daughter!
"There's a difference between special and this..."
His arm sliding around her waist was the only thing that held her up when his other hand-- "Unh!" Her knees buckled as his fingers, with the power to end a life or shape a boat from nothing, caressed beneath her skirt and showed her beyond a shadow of a doubt that familial relations weren't anywhere near on his mind.
"Now I know what had DiNozzo and McGee so distracted today," he gruffed softly, but she could hear the smile over the roar of blood in her ears.
"Cameras--" It was her last ditch effort to make sure neither of them were making an awful, un-take-back-able mistake.
"Taken care of, or I wouldn't have caught you with your hand up your skirt." He slid his finger into her and she thought she might die. "Would I?"
"Oh god, Gibbs...." She twisted her hips with a desperate grind, the lewd fantasy that she'd spun for her phone sex partner suddenly come to vivid life almost too much to take.
And then he slid his hand up her back, squeezing her shoulder and pushing her down until she was braced on the table. "I think you left off right about here," he said, and she felt her whole body clench at the sound of him setting his gun on the table, then the jingle of his belt and zipper. "What now, Abbs? What do I do to you now?"
She heard more than felt the 'thump' as her forehead hit the table, and she groaned to feel his work-rough hand pushing her skirt up to tuck the hem into her waistline. Too hot? Now the lab seemed cooler than ever against her slickness. Please, please, please, if this is a dream, don't let me wake up for at LEAST another two hours.
His fingers curled harder as she hesitated, kneading at her ass before--she squeaked at the soft spank that sent a shock from her ass to her nipples to her cunt and oh GOD he was there, thick and hot against her. "Tell me."
She shuddered in his grip and closed her eyes. "Fuck me, Gibbs. I've waited so long for you to just bend me over and fuck me." She tilted her hips up, just enough to feel him angle himself for her, and she rolled her head to the side to stare at his gun. She knew the leather holster would still be warm from his body and somehow that made her even wetter. "Please."
She worried for the briefest of moments that he would want to be gentle with her despite the wicked fantasy he'd overheard, that he'd take it slowly and she'd still come because Gibbs was just that evil when he wanted to--
She was glad that the glass was thick and mostly soundproof, because the sound she made when he slammed into her would have brought the entire agency down around their ears. Her whole body clenched around him, her toes curling near to cramping in her Gibbs' favorite shoes and her fingernails leaving crescent marks in the meat of her palms.
"God, Abby..."
The ragged groan in his voice added that perfect bit of sweetness, carrying with it the idea that he'd wanted this for however long he'd wanted it. She answered him, growling low in her throat as he held himself there, letting her adjust to the length that almost went too deep, the girth that was perfect. "Yeah...god, yes Gibbs." She rolled her hips and they both moaned, and she lifted her head off the table, turning just enough so he could see her eyes, her wicked smile. "Fuck me."
He set a grueling pace, every instroke tearing a cry from her throat, a lewd harmony to his own grunted words. Sometimes they were her name, sometimes delicious obscenities that drove her closer to the edge she'd been nearing when he caught her spelling out this very fantasy. Her world narrowed down to this room, to the hands at her hips and the motion of their bodies as he filled her again, again...
"Oh god." She felt it then, that twist in her belly that tightened her cunt even harder around him so they both gasped and said it in unison. "Ohyes god Gibbs--!"
"Yeah...nnngh, so--"
He drove deep and stayed there, the shock of that thrust taking her breath away as her climax rocketed through her, and somewhere in there she heard him grunt and swear through his own.
Even as the aftershocks rolled through her, she closed her eyes and waited for the shaky sigh, the awkward withdrawal, the stunned realization that he'd pretty much fucked the hell out of her and Rule Twelve and what would this mean for work and would she have to leave and and and
He slid his hand slowly up her back, stroking with his thumb in a gentle back-and-forth. "What now, Abby?" he asked. "What do we do now?"
She took a slow step back, enough for him to move with her. His soft grunt echoed with hers as he slid out of her, and she let him tuck himself back into his pants before she turned around. The uncertain expression that mirrored the roiling in her stomach reassured her enough to take his hand, lace their fingers.
"I think I'm done calling all the shots after this...but mostly I'd want for this not to be the only time." She squeezed his hand and blushed a little. "I mean, we don't always have to do it here, but--"
She'd just had a serious earthmover of an orgasm, but it didn't stop every nerve from offering another weary chorus at the touch of his lips to hers.
"I think we can figure something out." He smiled against her lips. "Might have to make a few calls, though. Find out where else you've imagined things."
She leaned in and rested her head on his shoulder, her sigh going all the way to her toes. "I may have started a spreadsheet since the interview."
