Playtime part 1 NCIS fan fiction

She missed him terribly. Every time she closed her eyes she saw her silver haired fox. Every time he quietly walked into her lab, she lost her breath. Leroy Jethro Gibbs was her hero, savior and perfect man, whenever he said her name she died a little inside. 1

" Abby. Abs." The way he said her name just melted her to the core, it was the way he said it, with such protectiveness, such dominance that had her swimming with emotions. Tonight, Abby couldn't sleep, she was in her coffin, staring at the lid. Her sex on fire; a dream that she had of Gibbs, coming to her lab and pushing her to her knees and asking her to be his kept her from getting any sort of honest to goodness sleep. Her pale hand crept to the nightstand that was next to the head of the coffin, and she flipped it open. Abby sighed as she pushed the number two.2

"Yeah, Gibbs." The voice a bit groggy, but it still growled. Abby's nether regions tingled.3

" Hi Gibbs, did I wake you?" Abby said fidgeting.4

" It's ok Abs, you know you can call me day or night." Protectivness oozed through the phone, her voice hitched.5

" Could you come over?"6

Click. The line went dead. A good sign for Abby. Gibbs and Abby had finally admitted their feelings towards one another. Gibbs was shaken at first, but couldn't hide the feelings that he too had for this beautiful, dark raven.7

Twenty minutes later a soft knock on the door and then the creaking of it being pushed open had Abby's heart racing. She was kneeling two feet from the foyer. Her thighs spread so Gibbs could see her sex, her head down in a submissive position, her lips a beautiful crimson, hair loose. 8

" So this is what you wanted me for?" He said, dropping a kiss on her forehead.9

A smile spread on her full lips. " Yes Sir." 10

Gibbs circled around this beautiful woman, presenting herself, for him. She had given herself to him, and she was all his. How could he have been so lucky?11

"I'm sorry for the late call Sir but I -" Abby began.12

" Did I tell you you could speak Abby slut?" Gibbs growled, pushing her thighs apart with his boot. " You're wet Abby slut. Have you been playing with yourself?" He analyzed every inch of her body. Drinking in the beauty and submission before him.13

" No Sir, i've been a good girl." Her voice thick with desire and need, the boot crept into her vision and it was dragged against her pussy, it took every inch of her being not to grind against the surface.14

" Did I tell you you could speak?" He was testing her, taking her control and twisting it, using it against her...she needed the loss of control.