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Breaking From the Lab: Chapter Five

B.F.L. Chapter One
B.F.L. Chapter Two
B.F.L. Chapter Three
B.F.L. Chapter Four
B.F.L. Chapter Five
B.F.L. Chapter Six

Abby led Gibbs into her apartment and dropped her bag on the side table by the door. She had a smile on her face as they walked further into the space she called home. The living room was the first place to enter and there sat the infamous coffin, neatly decorated like a coffee table instead of the "bed" Tony loved to make it out to be. Sure, the implications of getting the coffin had firstly made a bed, but that didn't mean that was actually what she ended up using it for. Alright, there had been a few months where she'd slept in it and a few boyfriends had really been into it, but after a while the flat hardness of a coffin did not so fun things to a back. She'd had to give up the coffin for a bed with an actual mattress and some comfortable support.

She watched Gibbs pause for a moment and stare at the coffin-coffee table. "I thought you slept in that, Abbs, not drink your tea on it."

Abby laughed and shook her head. "It was a bed for a while…" The way her hands went to her lower back and rubbed let him know the back story on that. "So, make yourself at home. I'm going to get into something more comfortable."

The Goth woman didn't make it very far. The grip of a former marine's hand on her wrist, tugging her back, kept her from getting to her bedroom and pajamas. "Mm, stay here Abby." He moved backwards, sunk onto the couch and placed her rear end on the coffin so that they were looking at one another.

She looked into his eyes, admiring the flecks of color in them and the depths of knowledge. Gibbs was an amazingly smart man, though he would never understand the "geek speak" of her computer world. There was much more that he knew that Abby would never herself learn. That made them a good pair, the separate yet equal genius, didn't it? "Gibbs, I know you don't like to talk about things but-"

"Jethro," he interrupted, hands on Abby's thighs and eyes staring intently back into hers.

Abby sighed and rolled her eyes. "Jethro, we need to talk." She stared back at him with those big sad eyes she gets when she's impatient or hopeful. "I know we sort of came to a conclusion at your place but I need it to be spoken and laid out there, okay?"

Gibbs nodded and shifted a little closer to her. "Abby Sciuto," he smiled and lifted his hands from her legs to speak to her in their private finger-language. "I love you and want you," he signed to her then spoke up once more. "Can I make it any clearer than that?"

A large grin spread across Abby's face. "Nope, I guess not. But what does this mean? We completely break your rule and don't try to hide it?"

"I'm not worried about hiding it. The rules are mine to break, remember?" He shifted backwards to lean further into the couch as he thought about all of the complications he was about to dive into. "It's a relationship Abby. Hopefully I'll do better in this one than the last ones."

Abby laughed. "Well, I'm not a red-head for one. That will help." She laughed along with Jethro and leaned back onto her hands, splaying over the coffin with a side grin and drooping piggy tails.

Reaching across the space between them, Gibbs laid his hand on her pale cheek and brushed his thumb across her chin, her lips and her cheekbone. Pushing off of the couch, he leaned in and replaced his finger with his lips, mapping out every inch of her beautifully pale face with them. She felt right to him, a new adventure that he could not resist.

Abby smiled as her breath poured from her in a heated desire. "Jethro…" she breathed out and lay fully back on the coffin, length wise. Her piggy tails draped over the edge and her hands threaded through Gibbs' hair in tangled tugs.

Grasping at the belt of cross bones, Gibbs de-skirted her with a quick yank and pull. He slowly ran his hand back up the length of her leg and continued to trail kisses along her neck. The ex-Marine took in a deep drag of breath as he felt her little hands nimbly flicking open the buttons on his shirt. It fluttered to the ground and he felt those fingers move from the cloth of his discarded shirt to his warm skin. They moved over the smooth muscle, kept toned from the job, and he could see her eyes following the trail of her fingertips. His skin shuddered in delight as flecks of fiery heat moved through him.

Abby wrapped her legs around Gibbs' hips, pulling his body down tight to hers. She used the opportunity of closeness to nip at his ear lobe and whisper to him, soft cooing words edging him further. "I want to feel you, Jethro. Closer." Her tongue traveled over the twisting curve of his neck and down to the little hollow section at the juncture of his collarbones. She breathed out long and slow, allowing her breath to dry the wet-licked trail she'd just made. The fluttering of Jethro's muscles made her hips squirm and press upwards with desire.

The sound that escaped Gibbs' throat was a mixture of a satisfied purr and hungry growl. His eyes grew intense as he looked down at the beautiful Goth underneath of him. Setting a firm hand on her hip he pushed her downward, away from his hips and yanked at his button and zipper. Pulling upwards and leaving Abby lying alone, Jethro looked down at her and smiled. He reached out and slipped his fingers under the hem of her black t-shirt. His rough fingers moved over her silky, very pale, skin as he eased the t-shirt off of her. As it moved over the full mound of breasts he found she was not wearing a bra. His gaze glided over her body as he stood back, shirt dangling from his fingers. Letting it drop he smiled.

Abby was in nothing but her tall combat boots, the black laces keeping the shiny leather tight to her legs. She had one tossed over the other, the juncture between her legs a dark shadow of skin and a tight trim of curled black hairs. Her stomach was slightly rounded but taut and led up to a wonderful swell of porcelain breasts. Her black hair, parted in two, spread around her shoulders on the coffin like a dark halo. Abby was his dark angel to protect now, to love, and he was going to prove that to her tonight.

Moving forward, Gibbs eased up between her legs, booted feet dangling over the edge of the coffin. He pushed her legs gently apart, revealing her to himself. His hands started at her ankles and moved over the leather, on up to the soft, warm skin of her thighs. They parted gliding over her hips and came to rest at the top of her hip bones. He knelt down watching her face. She was flushed, slightly panting with anticipation, and her eyes were heavy with heady lust. "Abby, you're absolutely beautiful," he breathed out across the skin of her inner thighs. He watched the muscles there tense and a smile washed over his face. Holding her hips tight he kissed his way to the warm juncture of her hips. Delving his tongue into the velvet wetness that sat there he listened to her gasps and moans for direction. His tongue swirled over her and inside. The five o'clock shadow that graced Gibbs' face brushed along her thighs. His fingers kneaded into thigh and a thumb danced over her sensitive mound, landing finally on the knot of nerves that sent her over the edge. Jethro was throbbing hard at the sound of Abby crying out in ecstasy.

He slowly moved up her body, leading the way with soft pecks of his lips on her skin. Her breathing was heavy, her fingers tight on the edges of the coffin. Nestling his hips between hers, Jethro felt Abby wrap her legs around him. She looked into his eyes when he was close enough and smiled. "Kiss me," she breathed out watching his lips now.

Dipping his head down, Jethro obliged the woman's wishes. Her petite warm tongue found its way in between his lips and across his own, lilting in a little dance. Her legs tightened and pulled his hard length against the hot slicked folds of her sex. He groaned into her mouth and shifted enough to glide inside of her. He pressed close to her, holding still inside of her for a long moment. The connection was erotic; no movement was needed. This closeness was enjoyable, warm, comforting. He kissed her deeper, both of their eyes open and gazing into one another's. He felt her nails at his bare shoulders after another moment's pause and he cringed a little before rocking his hips back and forth in a slow, steady motion. Abby matched his pace and they drifted into oblivion, wrapped in each other.