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[Title] Response to Stimuli
Aug. 10th, 2010 11:41 pmTitle: Response to Stimuli
Fandom: Navy NCIS
Characters: Abby/Gibbs
Word Count: 600
Rating: Surprisingly PG
Summary: Abby teases Gibbs until the inevitable conclusion.
A/N: This seemed like a kinkier idea at the time! Written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo "Rubbing/Grinding"
Abby should know better than to tease Gibbs by now. Every time she did she wound up thinking that exact same thought in almost those exact same words, and somehow a week, two weeks later, she was teasing her man again.
This time, it was the damn lollipop. "Abs. Take that out and talk to me." About evidence, of course. They were working a murder investigation and it was important, she knew it was important, and she did take out the lollipop and give it to him straight, but no one had ever said she couldn't have a little fun with her work, right? Gibbs listened, nodded. She could see him planning behind those pale blue gunslinger eyes of his, his mind quick at work. One of many, many things she loved about him.
"Good work, Abs."
But his hand was a little tighter than usual around her waist, and he held her just a little bit closer. She could feel the heat from his body through her lab coat.
It was a murder case. Which meant they were all working around the clock, almost, until it was solved. Which meant that she went home to her apartment and her cold sheets and he stayed up fussing or thinking or talking to Fornell. She saw him mostly when he came down to her lab, and he still gave her little more than a smile and a rub of the shoulder or back. And he still stood close enough that she could smell his aftershave and shampoo.
He knew what that did to her. Of course he did, the wily old bastard.
Three days later when the case broke and she could go over to his house again for celebratory Chinese and, well, shenanigans, she didn't find him there. Not on the main floor, and not in the basement working on his boat. Which didn't mean that he wasn't in the house, of course. Abby had the feeling he was there, and that usually meant that he was. "You're behind me, aren't you," she muttered, spinning around to face...
... nothing. Damn.
"'course I am," he whispered in her ear. She would have jumped and spun around, too, except his arm around her waist kept her from moving. And his body was pressed right up against hers.
And he was really warm.
"You snuck up on me," she accused, but it was hard to do that without grinning. He could sneak up on anyone, and while she could always tell when he was around it was sometimes hard to know just when he was right behind her. Not that it was hard to tell he was right behind her now. His body was practically hot, pressed up against hers.
"I told you to watch your back." Except that had been work, and this was playful. Very playful.
And she should really, really remember not to tease Gibbs by now, but she did have to just wriggle, just a little, rubbing up against him and making him hiss and her gasp as he slid his hands down her arms again and pulled them behind her back, one hand firm around both her wrists.
"That isn't going to do much, you know," she taunted him. She should really stop teasing him. "I can still do this." And she wriggled her hips again. One more time. Daring him.
"Yeah? And I can still do this." He chuckled, especially when she squeaked as he hoisted her up over his shoulder and carried her off to bed.
Yeah, she should really stop teasing him like that.
Fandom: Navy NCIS
Characters: Abby/Gibbs
Word Count: 600
Rating: Surprisingly PG
Summary: Abby teases Gibbs until the inevitable conclusion.
A/N: This seemed like a kinkier idea at the time! Written for
kink_bingo "Rubbing/Grinding"Abby should know better than to tease Gibbs by now. Every time she did she wound up thinking that exact same thought in almost those exact same words, and somehow a week, two weeks later, she was teasing her man again.
This time, it was the damn lollipop. "Abs. Take that out and talk to me." About evidence, of course. They were working a murder investigation and it was important, she knew it was important, and she did take out the lollipop and give it to him straight, but no one had ever said she couldn't have a little fun with her work, right? Gibbs listened, nodded. She could see him planning behind those pale blue gunslinger eyes of his, his mind quick at work. One of many, many things she loved about him.
"Good work, Abs."
But his hand was a little tighter than usual around her waist, and he held her just a little bit closer. She could feel the heat from his body through her lab coat.
It was a murder case. Which meant they were all working around the clock, almost, until it was solved. Which meant that she went home to her apartment and her cold sheets and he stayed up fussing or thinking or talking to Fornell. She saw him mostly when he came down to her lab, and he still gave her little more than a smile and a rub of the shoulder or back. And he still stood close enough that she could smell his aftershave and shampoo.
He knew what that did to her. Of course he did, the wily old bastard.
Three days later when the case broke and she could go over to his house again for celebratory Chinese and, well, shenanigans, she didn't find him there. Not on the main floor, and not in the basement working on his boat. Which didn't mean that he wasn't in the house, of course. Abby had the feeling he was there, and that usually meant that he was. "You're behind me, aren't you," she muttered, spinning around to face...
... nothing. Damn.
"'course I am," he whispered in her ear. She would have jumped and spun around, too, except his arm around her waist kept her from moving. And his body was pressed right up against hers.
And he was really warm.
"You snuck up on me," she accused, but it was hard to do that without grinning. He could sneak up on anyone, and while she could always tell when he was around it was sometimes hard to know just when he was right behind her. Not that it was hard to tell he was right behind her now. His body was practically hot, pressed up against hers.
"I told you to watch your back." Except that had been work, and this was playful. Very playful.
And she should really, really remember not to tease Gibbs by now, but she did have to just wriggle, just a little, rubbing up against him and making him hiss and her gasp as he slid his hands down her arms again and pulled them behind her back, one hand firm around both her wrists.
"That isn't going to do much, you know," she taunted him. She should really stop teasing him. "I can still do this." And she wriggled her hips again. One more time. Daring him.
"Yeah? And I can still do this." He chuckled, especially when she squeaked as he hoisted her up over his shoulder and carried her off to bed.
Yeah, she should really stop teasing him like that.
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