Gibbs really did not do well in relationships. They started well and ended badly. That's why he had rules, to keep himself from making the same mistake twice.
Because who wanted to repeat having a baseball bat swung at their head. No, he didn't do well in relationships.
Until Abby, part mother, part child, part saint, part slut, a package that Gibbs could not deny. Besides, what Abby wants, she normally got. Hands down, or rather her legs wrapped about his hips.
But there was an innocence that captivated Gibbs. The curve of breast, the dip of backbone, the swell of buttocks were gorgeous and given. But it was the jut of ribs that made Gibbs blind with lust.
He would trace over the bone, nip at it with his teeth, hold onto them possessively as Abby came in his arms, her back plastered to his chest. It reminded him the exposed ribs of his boats, how he molded them, shaped them, the satin and strength under his fingers.
And maybe it did not help when he fucked Abby against the boat, her hands splayed, her neck lowered and exposed. They panted against each other, sweat drenching their bodies.
"Damn, Gibbs," Abby's lips parted in a grin as she elbowed him the gut, "I knew you would have boat fetish."
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Date: 2009-03-08 07:25 pm (UTC)Because who wanted to repeat having a baseball bat swung at their head. No, he didn't do well in relationships.
Until Abby, part mother, part child, part saint, part slut, a package that Gibbs could not deny. Besides, what Abby wants, she normally got. Hands down, or rather her legs wrapped about his hips.
But there was an innocence that captivated Gibbs. The curve of breast, the dip of backbone, the swell of buttocks were gorgeous and given. But it was the jut of ribs that made Gibbs blind with lust.
He would trace over the bone, nip at it with his teeth, hold onto them possessively as Abby came in his arms, her back plastered to his chest. It reminded him the exposed ribs of his boats, how he molded them, shaped them, the satin and strength under his fingers.
And maybe it did not help when he fucked Abby against the boat, her hands splayed, her neck lowered and exposed. They panted against each other, sweat drenching their bodies.
"Damn, Gibbs," Abby's lips parted in a grin as she elbowed him the gut, "I knew you would have boat fetish."