Chapter Three
They went to a diner near his home in companionable silence, Abby edging in close to him in the car, her hand resting on his thigh. Though Gibbs’ lust continued to burn, he tried his best to ignore it. It would be so damned good when they came together, but he was going to make her wait. He was going to make both of them wait.
As he glided to a stop at a red light, he angled his head, watching her. She’d pulled her hair back into a basic ponytail and it was damp from the shower she’d insisted on. She’d been quick at least, something Gibbs wasn’t used to. He had dealt with three hour time frames in order for women in his life to get ready, and he was tired of that.
Abby looked younger and so much more vulnerable without her customary makeup, but Gibbs liked it. Her skin was pale, marked here and there with freckles. It was going to be interesting to play connect the dots later. And with her nudity, he had another piece of the puzzle that was Abby. He’d never seen her in anything but the black hair before, had always known it wasn’t her natural color. But seeing those few strands of blonde over her clit had proved it.
“What are you thinking about?” Abby asked softly. Her voice was lower pitched and sultry, her normal behavior dialed down by lack of caffeine and probably lust as well.
“You.”
“Me? What about me? Oh, God, you’re not going to go all repressed Marine and tell me to forget what just happened, are you? You’re Gibbs, you have to be a little bit kinky, especially with what happened last night and…”
Okay, she wasn’t as subdued as most people. Gibbs put his hand up, shaking his head. “Shh, Abbs. Too early in the day for Energizer Abby.”
She jutted her lower lip out in a pout that Gibbs answered with a smile. “Let me get some coffee in me, Abbs.”
“Just coffee?” she asked hopefully as the light turned green and Gibbs drove off.
“Just coffee, Abbs. Not that kinky.” He wondered if he’d be enough for her. He wasn’t like these suicide people and their piercings and their tattoos all over the place. He was older than her and much more conservative. Her music gave him headaches and he never understood how she dressed like she did and what image she was trying to portray. They were so damned different in every way.
“Plenty kinky for me,” she said in a whisper. “Just because I dress like this, that doesn’t mean that I’m like this all the time, Gibbs. You know that about me. The nuns, and chess, and…” She trailed off. “I think you know me, Gibbs.”
“Do, Abbs,” he replied. He wasn’t sure how to answer that. They had a lot of exploration to do, a lot to learn about each other, a lot of pre-conceived notions to blast out of the water. Knowing someone at work and even being friends with each other wasn’t quite the same as being lovers. “What I don’t know, I’m gonna explore. At length.”
He felt her body language uncoil and she settled beside him more comfortably, her fingertips trailing over the denim of his jeans in slow patterns. It wasn’t designed to stimulate"at least he didn’t think so"but it did make him squirm, his thigh muscles tensing and releasing.
“The man always in control isn’t so much, is he, Gibbs?” Abby asked. He could feel the smirk on her face even though he couldn’t see it and silently vowed to make her pay for that little bit of attitude.
“I haven’t come yet, have I, Abbs.”
“Not for my lack of trying,” she shot back, giggling.
Gibbs parked and got out of the car, jerking his head toward a comfortable diner. It wasn’t flashy or trendy, but they had good food and great coffee and that was what he needed now. Gibbs had a feeling he’d be burning off a lot of energy before the morning was over.
“This is so you,” Abby observed, taking it in. “You are so not a Silver Diner kind of a guy.”
“Silver Diner?” Gibbs asked, confused.
“Bright and shiny place. It’s a chain, Gibbs, and they try for the diner experience, but it comes off as contrived. All chromey and reproduction rock and roll stuff. This…” She gestured to the building. “This seems down to earth.”
“Wait till you taste their food, Abbs.”
The diner had a homey feel and Gibbs enjoyed it there. He’d first started going when he’d joined NCIS in the early nineties. They had the best coffee and knew to make it double strength just for him. As his schedule had increased, he wasn’t able to eat there more than a couple of times a week unless they had a hot case. But they remembered and knew him.
“Jethro!”
He grinned as a woman came up, giving him a hug. “Jackie,” he greeted one of the owners. With her open and friendly face, and warm demeanor, she was as non-threatening as they came, at least in Gibbs’ life.
As expected, she extended a hand to Abby, her expression expectant. She didn’t seem at all put off by Abbs’ body ink.
“Jackie, this is Abby. She’s…a friend.” It was seven am and Jackie could probably connect the dots. Gibbs wasn’t going to give her any more ammunition or she’d be hanging around their table for the entire meal.
“Hi, Jackie,” Abby greeted, her smile gentle.
“It’s lovely to meet one of Jethro’s friends, Abby. He’s always in here alone.” She gave him her admonishing look, one he knew well. She hadn’t been a fan of any of the exes and their designer clothes and perfectly styled hair.
“Jackie, we need a quiet booth out of the way.” Gibbs gestured toward the most private and unpopulated area of the diner, the end of the L-shaped building.
“Of course, go seat yourselves. I’ll send Len by to say hello when he has a free second. We haven’t seen you in weeks.”
“Been busy,” Gibbs allowed, resting a hand low on Abby’s back.
“Coffee for you both?” she asked, pulling out a couple of menus and some silverware and napkins.
Gibbs took the menus and silverware from her. “Coffee for me. Caf-Pow for Abby,” he said, giving Jackie a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks.”
“Wonderful to meet you, Abby. Jethro, seat yourself wherever you’d like.”
Gibbs nodded, leading Abby over to a booth in the very corner of the restaurant and nudging her hip so that she would know to sit on the inside. Handing her a menu, he settled back in the booth as if he didn’t have a care in the world, reading through the specials flyer that was attached to the menu.
“How can you do that?” Abby asked, a note of wonder in her voice.
“Do what?” Gibbs asked, squinting at the type. He’d forgotten his glasses again and it was hard to focus.
“Look so…so….Gibbs!” She let out an annoyed sound, and he smirked at her. Gibbs knew that cool, calm, and collected wasn’t what Abby wanted after the passion they’d shared, but she had to learn that this was his public persona, and it had no bearing on his private life.
What was wrong with being him, anyway? She didn’t have any complaints last night. He almost answered but instead arched an eyebrow, looking her way. He’d wait her out until she explained what she’d meant by that crack.
“So calm under pressure. So…like what happened back at the house didn’t happen, but I know it did, Gibbs. I’m still shaking from it, even if you’re not. I wish I could be like you sometimes, but I’m not. I’m just me, Gibbs.”
“No complaints here,” he said, his voice low and rough.
“You just seem above it all.”
“Guess I do,” he agreed. She hadn’t even been in combat situations, didn’t understand what it was like to rely on that lifeline of mastering your own emotions and controlling and channeling fear. Maybe if she had, she would understand. Or maybe she wouldn’t; in the end she was still and always Abbs and her emotions and spirit never played by the rules of society.
“Do you ever really let go?” she whispered. He put a finger up in warning as their coffee and Caf-Pow were brought to the table, as well as an insulated pitcher of coffee for him and an icy one of Caf-Pow for Abbs.
“Thanks, Jackie,” Gibbs said, squeezing her hand. When he saw Abby’s eyes flash and she emitted a low growl, he had to smile. Abbs was jealous over a married woman Gibbs wasn’t attracted to in the least.
“Not my type, Abbs,” he assured. It was kind of cute the way she was acting so territorial. He sipped his coffee, watching her over the rim of it, knowing if he waited her out, she’d start talking again, and sooner rather than later.
“You’re a flirt. When you’re outside work, you are such a flirt and I’ve even heard how you flirt with some of the suspects. You are so bad that way.”
He shrugged. “Not always the way I am at work, Abbs. You know that.”
“Seeing is believing,” she replied, drinking her soda. “Oh, God, Gibbs. That is almost better than sex.”
“Almost?” Gibbs asked with a smirk.
“Well, I haven’t had you yet! How do I know?” She gave him a look that was part seductress, part innocent. He wanted to get the better of her"he needed to get the better of her.
“Patience,” he retorted, nodding as Jackie rounded the corner and approached.
“Do you know what you’re having?”
“Yeah, I’m good,” Gibbs replied, hoping Abby would get the message. He glanced at the menu again. “Abbs, what’re you eating?”
Gibbs listened as Abby placed her order, glad that she was eating hearty. “What about you, Jethro?”
“French toast and three eggs scrambled, three strips of bacon too.” Jackie arched an eyebrow as she scribbled down his order. He usually ate a lighter breakfast and she knew it. “That all?”
“For now, Jackie.” He gave her a look, hoping that she knew he was asking for privacy without saying the words.
“I’ll bring your food out, Jethro, but it won’t be for at least fifteen minutes. You two relax.”
Gibbs nodded as Jackie disappeared, knowing that she had no idea what trouble he was going to get up to with Abby.
“What was that about?” she asked from around her straw and he shrugged, letting her know without words that he was completely and utterly innocent. He had no idea if she’d actually believe that, but he wanted to give it a try anyway.
“You doing okay?” Gibbs asked, angling his body toward hers.
“I’m good now that I have Caf-Pow, Gibbs,” He didn’t miss the way her eyes traveled down his body, couldn’t ignore the fact that her scent was starting to fill the space between them.
“You want more than Caf-Pow?” he asked, motioning to her drink. When her eyes moved from his face to the pitcher, he moved closer, resting a hand on her thigh. She was wearing another one of those schoolgirl gone very wrong outfits and her thighs were bare, even to where the skirt ended up high. He rested a hand on one, stroking the tender flesh there, surprised to find how soft and tender it was.
“Open up,” he said, his voice low and controlled.
She gasped, her mouth moving before she shut it abruptly. Gibbs had the sense that she knew this wasn’t gonna be an argument she could win.
With a gasp"maybe of surprise or shock and maybe of resignation"her legs opened, her scent wafting between them and holding Gibbs captive. He wasn’t sure who the one in control was and maybe it didn’t matter. Her body, his, his orders, hers. None of it mattered in this moment, just the ultimate goal and ending prize.
“Little wider,” he coached, resting his hand there, fingertips stroking closer to her nearly bare cunt, her swollen clit, the piercing he couldn’t get out of his mind.
She whimpered this time, her legs opening, a little shiver running through her.
“Not kinky like you are,” Gibbs commented conversationally. “Hell, no, Abbs. I can be a hell of a lot more kinky.”
“Gibbs, you come here all the time. I...”
“Shh, Abbs. I asked for privacy and I’ll get that. One of the benefits of having a neighborhood diner.”
“Do you have a neighborhood bar, ‘cause I could sure use"Oh!”
Gibbs silenced Abby with one stroke of a finger, his hand parting her soaking folds, his fingertip brushing the piercing and flicking it from side to side. “What were you saying?”
“N-nothing, I...don’t...” She trailed off when he had began moving more quickly, fingertips tugging the piercing as much as he dared. She was drenching his hand, wiggling on the seat now, her pale skin flushing.
“Is that good, Abbs? You gotta tell me just how good it is.” He wanted her words as well as her moans and cries of need. He wanted to bring her to the edge, confident that she wouldn’t make the final leap and fall off before he was good and ready to penetrate her. She would finally come only when he was buried inside her wetness.
“So good. When you flick it...Gibbs!” Abby was reaching for it now, her back arched, nipples beaded against the thin shirt. Gibbs didn’t have to squint or try to focus to see the nubs sticking out proudly and rubbing against the cotton. He wanted more, knew he could take her further.
“Like that? When I flick it like that?” he asked, his finger working its magic on her pussy. He was aching, harder than he’d been in ages, his own lubrication dripping into his boxers.
“Uh huh I…Gibbs…”
“No, Abbs. You can’t come yet. I’ll take ya to the edge but you can’t jump over.”
“But…I…” She was straining for it; he could see that in her face and the way her body tensed.
“Not here, Abbs. In my house. When I’m buried inside you. Then and only then can you finally come. You have to trust me here. I know what I’m doing.”
“You’re good,” she whispered, her breath stuttering. Her hand brushed over his crotch and he bucked upward, grasping her wrist and allowing her the brief contact. “So big…Gibbs.”
“Aware,” he said in his own breathless voice, one hand holding hers as she touched him, the other relentlessly torturing her clit. Every breath, every sound, was catalogued. He had to know her reactions, had to be completely confident that he knew when she would shatter, before he could give her everything.
And he was gonna give her everything. Just as soon as they were done with breakfast.
Abby was making strangled gasps now and Gibbs slowed down, pulling his hand away little by little in order to bring her down slowly. She fought him on it, clearly expecting him to rescind his suggestion or change his order. She had to realize that here just as at the Navy Yard, his word was law.
He moved her hand away from his own throbbing flesh and watched her, stroking between her legs every so often. His hand was soaked now, her juices flowing freely and the little scrap of fabric he’d moved aside to finger her just wasn’t enough to absorb it all.
“Food’s coming soon,” Gibbs remarked, finally withdrawing his hand and licking his fingers. They were still completely alone on this side of the diner, which gave him the opportunity to taste her slowly, to lick the shiny juices off finger by finger. Abby’s eyes locked onto Gibbs and he gave her a small smile.
“You like the taste of yourself, or is it just any woman.”
“I crave it,” she told him, her voice sexual. “I taste myself just because I want the flavor so much. It turns me on, Gibbs. Tasting pussy. Mine, Kate’s, Jenny’s, Cassie’s, Ziva’s. It doesn’t matter. Its just....sexy. Do you like it?”
“Love it,” he whispered. “Loved licking you, gonna bury my head between your legs and devour it. And you’re gonna do the same to me.”
“Lick your pussy?” Abby said, irreverent smile on her face. Gibbs had a fleeting moment where he wished that she had makeup on. Watching that scarlet lipstick she loved so much coating lips that were wrapped around his dick was one of the sexier images bombarding his imagination.
“This feel like a pussy to you?” he asked, resettling her hand on his cock. She squeezed it in a gentle hand, and he groaned low.
“Doesn’t feel like one at al"oh look, our food is coming.” Gibbs started to swat her hand, to bat her away, but she shifted so that they couldn’t be seen and gave him an innocent look. Her hand wormed even closer, easing down his fly silently.
This…this was a huge charge! Gibbs tried to look above it all as Jackie approached with some plates in hand. “Jethro, Abby, here’s your food. Jethro, I even brought along some of that flavored syrup you like so much. Men and their sweet teeth,” she said, turning to Abby.
“He does have a big one, doesn’t he?” Abby punctuated his words with a squeeze as hand met the bare flesh of his dick, her little hand reaching through the flies of his boxers and jeans to stroke him. Gibbs had no idea how there was room for her hand there as well as his stiff dick, but he couldn’t spare any time thinking about that, his hips fighting the urge to rock.
“Don’t they all, honey,” Jackie replied. At least she didn’t seem to have any idea about the X rated show going on under the table. “Enjoy the food. Len will be out to see you soon.” She leaned in close, giving him a wink. “Make sure you’ve zipped up before then, Jethro.”
Gibbs blinked a few times, looking up at the woman and knowing his face was bright red. “We will,” Abby said confidently, as if this was nothing out of the ordinary. “Thanks, Jackie. I’m sure the food is great.”
“It is…” Jackie gave them both a smile before she disappeared.
“:Abby,” Gibbs warned when she dissolved into giggles.
“Your face…has never….been so red!” she said between giggles. Gibbs wanted to growl when her hand withdrew, but instead he arched a brow, staring her down. This was so far out of his comfort zone and he shook his head as he zipped up.
“Turnabout is fair play, Gibbs,” she reminded, digging in. “Oh, my god, this is so good.” Her moan was just as lusty over the food as it was when his head had been between her legs. He gave Abby a smirk and a wink, finally regaining his equilibrium. Without saying a word, Gibbs started eating.
There was a reason Gibbs frequented the diner, and it wasn’t only the friendly staff. The food was incredible; he couldn’t remember having a bad meal there in ages"if ever. They were quiet as they ate, both knowing that rushing it would lead to Gibbs slowing things down even further. He’d scooted away just far enough to give them room to breathe and come down from their arousal, knowing that their mingled scents were still in the air.
When they were done, Gibbs stood abruptly, tossing some money on the table as Abby wiped her mouth delicately. They’d been utterly silent until Len had come over and even that had been little more than a brief hello.
“Ready, Abbs?” he asked, his voice low and confident.
“I’ve been waiting for this!”
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