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A/N: This is the last chapter. Hope you enjoy it!

"Abby?" he said softly and she turned to see him looking at her again. "Wanna join me?"

Gibbs retreated back into the shower and waited. He rinsed the soap from his body… and waited. When he realized that Abby wasn't going to join him, he twisted the water off and stepped from the shower, finding his bathroom empty.

Snatching a clean white towel from a rack, he hastily wrapped it around his waist and tucked the one corner to hold it in place. He just couldn't believe that she had left! It was the last thing he had expected. Gibbs strode into his bedroom, eyes scanning it completely, and she wasn't there.

His heart began to beat faster as he thought that she may have actually left. God, he didn't want her to leave… he had plans! In a rush to catch up with her, he hurried from the bedroom and plowed straight into her, nearly knocking her down. But his strong hands grasped her arms and steadied her as he stepped back.

"I thought you had left," he remarked in an unsettled tone. As he looked at her, his heart began to pound for a whole new reason. Still only in her underwear, his eyes fell to her creamy breasts, then to her soft stomach, then to her small panties.

Abby was letting her eyes roam across his wet body just as freely. Damn! She had expected that he would still be in the shower, but it looked like he got worried when she had disappeared. It was obvious that he hadn't taken the time to dry off. Water glistened on every hard sexy inch of his body. But that towel around his waist just had to go!

Gibbs finally noticed the bottle of beer she held in each hand. Her eyes seemed glued to his chest as he took one from her and put it to his lips. "Abby," he said, after he had swallowed. "I'm glad you're still here." Getting no response, he stepped into her, almost close enough for his chest to brush against hers.

Abby lifted her eyes and Gibbs dropped his mouth onto her lips. It was a slow easy kiss, lasting several seconds. Eventually, Gibbs stepped back and held her gaze as he lifted his beer for another long pull. Abby floated on the blue ocean of his eyes and mindlessly lifted her bottle to drink also. Slowly, the bottom tilted up more and more and her eyes drifted shut. Gibbs watched with a smirk as she nearly drained her beer. Abby opened her eyes again as she licked her lips.

"Thirsty, huh?" Gibbs grinned.

Wordlessly, Abby took his bottle and bent over, setting both against the wall. Gibbs' eyes blazed over the tattoos on her back and his mind surged to the tat on her ass, wondering again what it could be.

"Thirsty? Yeah," she said lazily, as she straightened and then placed her palms on his chest. The silver hair was dark and wet as she pressed him backwards through the bedroom door. "The beer was good, but I have something else in mind," she stated in a deep seductive tone.

Without warning, Gibbs spun her and pressed her back against the wall, just inside the door. "I have plans, too, Abbs," he rumbled before capturing her lips in a demanding kiss.

Abby moaned and slid her hands up his wet broad back. She responded to his kiss with everything she had. Their tongues dueled for control, their hands caressed and grabbed, and neither one would give the other dominance. But then Abby grasped the towel and tore it from Gibbs' waist. The cool moving air from the fans swept over his body and he jerked back, eyes narrowing.

Abby had but a couple seconds to take advantage of his surprise, and she pushed him back then danced away with a giggle. She had almost made it to the bed before his strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her to a sudden halt. Gibbs tugged her tight against his body and Abby gasped at the hardness she felt.

Tilting his head forward, he growled into her ear, "That's my bed, Abby, and I decide who shares it with me."

Abby had to close her eyes as a shiver ran straight to her core. She felt water from his hair drip onto her breasts. His breath smelled of beer. He had used his deep, commanding, Marine tone that told her he was making the decisions tonight, and she felt her panties dampen. The thought of how demanding Gibbs could be, turned her one, and she wondered if he was aware of it.

Abby rubbed her hands over the muscular forearms wrapped around her stomach. Her hands then wandered backwards to glide over Gibbs' hard hips. If she couldn't see him, maybe she could at least feel him. Gibbs' mouth suckled at her neck, hard enough to definitely leave a mark. He released a groan that was barely audible, but she felt it vibrate through her veins, making her hands stop because of the intense sensation.

Gibbs' arms released her middle and instantly her bra was released and he had pulled it from her body. Now the water that dripped onto her breasts ran freely over her taut nipples and Abby inclined her head to watch the droplets, feeling another tingling of wetness between her legs.

Gibbs' rough callused palms slid up her sides then to her front and he gently cupped her aching breasts. Abby watched, mesmerized, as his thumbs smoothed the water over her nipples, making them glossy and hot. "God… Gibbs," she whispered and pressed back against his hardness. Abby tried to turn, as she desired to look at all of him, but he dropped his hands to her hips and held her.

"Get on the bed," he growled lowly, "and lay on your stomach."

It was the tone of his Marine command that again sent a shiver to Abby's insides and she complied without question. The bed sheets felt cool against her flushed skin and she hugged a pillow under her chin, head turned to the side.

The bed dipped as Gibbs moved onto it then straddled her hips. His body was still very damp and water now dripped onto Abby's back. As each drop landed, she felt the heated tip of Gibbs' tongue lick it off, starting a new fire burning across her skin. Gibbs' hands slid to the waist of her underwear, then his palms caressed over her ass, across the lacy black material. She felt the heat from his body move off of her as he slowly pulled her panties down off her hips and over her legs. Abby lifted herself to help with the removal and as she settled back, the smell of her arousal wafted into the air.

Gibbs lay on his hip to her side with his eyes inspecting the sexy tight curve of her ass. Then reaching a hand out, he traced the outline of the tattoo that adorned her lower left cheek. Abby quivered at his sensual touch and buried a moan into the pillow. "I wondered what this was," he said with a soft chuckle as he studied the pair of full lips inked into her derriere. "May I?"

Abby whimpered in response and seconds later she felt his hot breath then his soft lips press against the black ink of the tattoo. She tried to twist her head around to see him, but he was low and to her other side, so the turned in that direction. "Kiss my ass, Gibbs," she moaned as he traced the outline of the tat with his tongue.

He pulled back only a few inches and turned his head to look into her deep green eyes. "I just did," he rumbled with a small grin. His nose pulled in her scent and he wanted to bury his face against her, but he just had to give that tattoo more attention first.

Abby saw the water drip from his hair and land on her heated skin. She half expected to hear it sizzle and see steam rise because she felt so hot and turned on. "That's what the tat means," she nearly squeaked as his lips pressed against it again and his nose buried into her softness.

Gibbs nipped with his teeth at her left cheek and nibbled his way up to the base of her spine. That tattoo was definitely another favorite of his. His body was hard and now that he had seen the tat and done what he wanted, he was getting harder with each beat of his pulse. "Turn over," he demanded softly.

As Abby rolled onto her right shoulder then to her back, he moved with her and settled over her. His lips instantly captured hers and his tongue swept into her mouth, deep and probing. She could feel his hard length pressed against her soft wet folds and she needed to feel him inside her… now! His hips lifted then pressed in again and Abby tried to shift in time to get him aligned with her entrance, but it didn't happen and she whimpered because he was so close. Gibbs pulled back from the kiss as he lifted himself again and this time she quickly guided him to her core and he pressed in, slow and deep.

Abby released a couple of soft pants as she felt herself stretched and she looked into the lust-filled blue eyes of Gibbs. He was watching her closely for any discomfort but she smiled and lifted a hand to let her fingertips trace the path of a drop of water. Her fingers slipped into the short wet hair at the back of his neck and she pulled him down, kissing him lightly and flicking her tongue against his. Gibbs moved slowly above her as their kiss turned heated and he groaned when he shifted his angle.

Abby whimpered as she felt the change in his position and it set up a surging in her hips. Her hand grasped his ass and pulled him deeper and harder with each thrust. Gibbs' mouth absorbed each tiny whimper, every moan and squeak. Her noises drove him on and he felt ready to explode, but he needed to feel her come first. Instantly, her mouth tore from his and she gripped his shoulders, pulling them down with a strength he didn't know she possessed. And then her muscles were clenching around him as her release came and she cried out his name. Gibbs was right there with her and gave a powerful grunt as she soaked in everything he gave her.

He collapsed onto her as they both slowly came down from their high. Gibbs lifted his head and smiled at the look of complete satisfaction and exhaustion on Abby's face. "Could it get any hotter?" he asked with a smirk.

Abby's eyes sparkled as she opened them. "Really…," Abby agreed in a sultry, sexy voice. "This weather is unrelenting."

Gibbs held his weight up but didn't move off her. "I meant you… me… us," he teased.

"I know," Abby responded with a tantalizing leer. "But I hope that this heat wave continues all summer long, since this is your favorite activity when it's hot."

"This and getting you all wet," he continued.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned and pulled him down into a leisurely kiss. "That was fun, too. So, I think it would be best for both of us, if this summer was looooong… and hoooot… and weeeet… and hooooot… and weeeeet… and…"

Gibbs' lips cut her off and he kissed her thoroughly before rolling to his side. "I have a feeling that this summer will definitely be one thing. Hot!" Soft laughter rumbled in his chest as he pulled Abby against him. The fans slowly cooled their heated bodies as they drifted on their sated feelings.

"Jethro," Abby said sleepily.

"Hmmmm?" he responded as his fingers ran lightly up and down her spine and his heart swelled at the sound of her using his given name.

"Nothing. I just wanted to say it… hear it… Jethro."

"Do you like it?"

"Oh, yes, Jethro," she purred and raised up on one elbow to look at her silver fox. "I've imagined calling you Jethro for so long. Out loud and in front of you… without getting smacked." She saw him grin and chuckle. "I've said it out loud, to myself, when I've been alone. I say it every night before I go to sleep," she confessed.

"I want to hear you say it every night, from now on," he stated and pulled her onto his chest. "Give me ten minutes and I'll go grill those steaks."

"Ohhhh, outside? Where it's hot?" she asked with a mischievous snort.

"Don't even think it, Abbs," he warned.

The End

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