A/N: Thank you all for the reviews! They are so very encouraging. And so, here is the final chapter. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 3: The After-Party

Spiderman followed on Cat Woman's heels as she walked quickly through the crowd of people, heading for the double doors to exit the Magnolia Room. They had their masks on again so anyone who saw them leave together didn't actually know who they were. When they finally made it out of the party and to the lobby of the hotel, Abby sighed in relief.

Removing her mask, she then waited impatiently as Gibbs went to the depository to collect his coat. When he returned, he tugged off his hood and smiled when he saw the crimson on her cheeks.

"I like seeing you blush," he whispered, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her against him for another kiss. It had already been too long since their last one.

When someone walked by clearing their throat, Gibbs reluctantly broke the kiss and went over to the main desk. Digging his wallet out of his coat pocket, he pulled out a credit card and placed it on the counter. "One room," he requested and looked back at Abby standing in her amazing costume. His fingers itched as he imagined stripping it from her gorgeous body.

"Your room is on the eighth floor," the male receptionist informed, handing Gibbs the key card. "Would you like help with your bags?"

Gibbs shook his head as he quickly signed a couple of forms, then he turned from the desk and took Abby's hand. As they walked towards the elevators, he looked behind him to see if anyone was watching or following. No one appeared, and they entered the empty elevator, the doors closing after them.

Nervous excitement rippled through Abby's stomach as she stood beside Gibbs, her hand held tightly, her eyes watching the lights that went on and off as they passed each floor.

Then with a deep breath, Gibbs turned and crowded her against the back wall. "Doubts or second thoughts, just say so, Abbs." He held up the key card. "We don't have to use this."

Her eyes stared at the card then shifted to his face, noting the concern in his blue eyes. She had no doubts or second thoughts, so obviously she was sending him the wrong signals. She was nervous because this was Gibbs. Gibbs!

But she had something to confess. "I'm afraid that I'll blink my eyes or hear the ding of a bell and this will all disappear. You'll be gone and I'll be back to only dreaming and wishing for what I really want." Reaching up, she gently trailed her fingers down the side of his face. "I really really want you, Gibbs."

He took another deep breath, his lungs and chest expanding before he slowly released the air. "Want you, too," he husked and carefully started to lower the zipper on the front of her costume. His mouth dipped to kiss her neck and she shivered under the touch of his lips.

They were so caught up in one another that they didn't realize the elevator had stopped until the door slid open. Casually, Gibbs shifted to the side and turned part way around. A couple with a very sleepy child stood looking at them.

"Going up or down?" Gibbs asked, his voice a little gruff.

The child looked up and upon seeing their costumes, he started to giggle.

"We're going down," the man replied as his wife kept the boy from entering. "We'll take the next one."

The door closed and Gibbs let out a large sigh of relief, prompting a cute little smirk to appear on Abby's face. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"You know what's wrong," he growled, grateful he held his coat to hide the part of his body that strained against his costume.

Facing her once again, he wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and pressed his lips to hers. Abby responded instantly, slipping her tongue between his lips to taste him. Her hands glided across the front of his costume moving lower and lower until she felt the size of his large erection. She moaned into his mouth, the length and girth of him making her eager and excited.

Gibbs groaned as desire blazed a burning path down his spine and settled in his groin. Her hand stroking him through the spandex nearly made him forget where they were. When he made a move to step back, she followed and he had to take hold of her wrist to stop her from touching him again as he backed away further.

"Abby, not here," he said gruffly, clenching his fist and jaw to restrain himself. He could see that she was just as highly aroused as he was. Her breathing was heavy, her face flushed. He figured there was no way their first encounter was going to last long at all.

To his delight, the elevators doors opened on their floor and Abby stepped out. "Which room?" she asked, looking down the very long hall.

He lifted the key card and looked at it then flipped it over and frowned. Abby snatched the card from his fingers. "The room number isn't on the key," she told him and tucked the piece of plastic beneath her costume, against her breast.

Gibbs stood beside her and shook his head. "I can't remember. He must've told me, didn't he?"

"Didn't you get any papers or a pamphlet with the number written down?" she asked, her frustration becoming evident.

"If I did, I don't have it now. Must've left it there."

"Now we have to go all the way back down to find out," she sighed and pushed the elevator call button. But when Gibbs started walking away, along the corridor, she became confused. "Where're you going?"

The most devilish smile she'd ever seen was on his face when he looked back at her. "I was just kidding. C'mon, it's down this way."

The glare she gave him in return had him hustling the rest of the way to their room. Abby got there a second later then leaned against the wall as if waiting for him to open the door.

"Where's the key, Abbs?"

"Someplace safe."

Gibbs moved closer, his gaze scanning her breasts. The devilish gleam in his eyes had tingles sweeping across her breasts, her nipples tightening. She barely breathed when he leaned forward, grasped the tab of her zipper between his teeth, and slid it a couple inches lower.

Then his chin lifted, his head tilting as he tried to peek beneath her tight-fitting costume. "Don't move, Abbs," he whispered. "This is going to be a tricky investigation."

Her entire body flushed with heat as his face inched closer and closer to her breasts, his hot breath moistening her chest before his nose nuzzled into the opening of her zipper and bumped against her soft flesh.

Gibbs was immensely pleased when he felt Abby thread her fingers into his hair, something he'd always imagined her doing. Try as he might to fight against becoming too stimulated, the fact that his face was buried in her breasts, was making him fail miserably.

Little by little his face burrowed beneath her costume, his lips kissed the softness, his tongue fished around for the key card. As he searched, he was aroused even further when he realized that he hadn't encountered a bra. His tongue and lips never felt any material encasing her breasts. And even though it would have been extremely easy to simply reach in and pull the card out with his fingers, he was enjoying his exploration too much and apparently, so was Abby.

Her back arched away from the wall as she pressed against his face. His tongue darted in and out then swept close to her pebbled nipple, sending a gush of wetness between her thighs. Then with her fingers twisted in his short silver hair, she looked down to watch his investigation, nearly giggling when she realized why he wasn't finding the key.

"Umm, Gibbs?" she interrupted. "It's on the other side." There was no doubt that he smiled against her skin before moving to her other breast.

He grunted and nuzzled deeper, suddenly becoming absolutely still before triumphantly pulling back with the card held between his teeth. Wanting their game to last a little longer, she tried to grab it away again but he ducked and went to the door.

Abby entered first and was barely inside when Gibbs kicked the door shut and pressed her against the wall with his full body. She moaned as his mouth claimed hers, his tongue pressing, probing, fighting for dominance.

His hands fell to her ass and pulled her against him, letting her feel his hard cock against her belly. She squirmed, rubbing against his erection, moaning with escalating desire.

Then she took him by surprise when she spun them around and shoved him roughly against the wall, her green eyes dark with lust. "Kitty cat wants to play," she hissed in her Cat Woman voice. Resting her palms on his shoulders, she looked for a way to get him out of the costume.

Several moment passed and he started to chuckle as her eyes continued to search. "Problem, Abbs?"

Her cheeks reddened. "How the hell...? Turn around," she commanded.

With his back to her, she looked closely to find the zipper that ran across his shoulders blades. Carefully, she opened the enclosure and realized she'd have to stretch part of the costume up over his head before she was able to pull it down off his body.

Bunching the thin stretchy fabric in her hands, she lifted it, and he ducked his head through the zipper opening. "How did you get into this all by yourself?" she asked, because she knew there was no way he could've zipped the costume without help.

With her hands on his shoulders, she spun him around to face her once again. "DiNozzo dropped by and helped me out," he answered with a grin.

Abby's hands froze, her eyes narrowed. "Tony knew you were going to the party as Spiderman?"

"Uh huh."

"Oh, just wait 'til I see him again," she huffed, hardly believing Tony had actually kept Gibbs' identity a secret.

Stepping forward, he pushed the hair back on Abby's neck and kissed the soft skin behind her ear, nipping the lobe lightly with his teeth. His arms went around her and he murmured against her warm skin, "I'd really like to get out of this suit. Wanna give me a hand?"

Tony was no long a blip in her mind as she pressed against Gibbs and drew him into a deep, passionate kiss. His response was fiery, large hands roaming over her body, sliding across the slick leather of her costume. There were no more words, just the heat of their mouths and their hands touching, searching for a way inside the costumes.

Abby tugged and pulled on the Spiderman suit before determining that she needed to peel it from the top down. So inch by glorious inch, she stripped the red and blue garment all the way down to his hips before she stopped, sidetracked by the view of his broad chest with its fine covering of silver hair.

Leisurely, she slid her hands over his chest and down across his stomach. He was fit and strong, everything she'd ever dreamed of but more. With her heart pounding in her throat, she slid one hand lower, brushing over his erection that jutted against the thin material. His hips drove towards her touch as his low groan pleaded for more.

Unable to wait any longer, Gibbs lowered the zipper on her costume all the way to her navel then slid his hands inside the tight leather, the heat of her skin scorching his palms. His hands pushed up over her shoulders and down her arms, stripping the costume all the way to her waist. Taking a moment, he leaned back and gave a soft murmur of appreciation when he saw she definitely was not wearing a bra.

Running his hands up her bare sides, he cupped her breasts, eliciting a gasp when his rough thumbs brushed over her sensitive nipples. His mouth kissed from her throat down to the valley between her breasts before slowly moving towards one of the hardened peaks, licking lazy circles around it.

Loud, unrestrained groans rolled from Abby's throat as her fingers grasped the back of his neck. He moved to the other breast, kissing and licking circles around it as well, feeling her body shake and shiver beneath his hands.

Abby moaned again and again, arousing him more and more. He didn't know how much longer he could hold out before the craving of his body would take over. When eventually his mouth closed over one excited nipple, her knees nearly buckled but he pressed her against the wall, giving her something solid to lean on.

His hands skimmed downward past her hips searching for the clips to the suspender slings that attached her stockings to her outfit. Once he had them unhooked, he knelt and stripped the bodysuit down her long legs, tossing it aside. To his delight, she wore no panties. She stood against the wall in just fishnet stockings and heels.

Staring up at her, he waited until she looked down at him with her beautiful green eyes. Then he leaned forward and rested his forehead just below her belly button as he drew in a deep breath of air, his nostrils flaring at the scent of her arousal.

Abby leaned her head back against the wall, her eyes closing, her body quivering with need as she waited with pulse-pounding anticipation. Tenderly, Gibbs kissed around the tops of her stockings, his hair lightly brushing against her sensitized skin. All she wanted was to feel his fiery lips upon her swollen bundle of nerves, to feel him pleasure her like she'd always dreamed of.

She jolted slightly and bit her lip with a whimper when she felt what she'd been longing for. His lips and then his tongue pressed between her legs, his hands on her thighs requested that she widen her stance.

Her fingers clutched at his head as she vocalized a long moan. "Oh, Gibbs. Oh… ooohh…"

He probed and massaged with his tongue, and each movement threw a shock wave of desire through her entire body. His fingers joined his endeavor, entering her tight heat, stroking in and out, twisting, while he licked and sucked her clit. She was trying to hold on for as long as she could but the pleasure was so intense, so severe. The wall was scarcely holding her up.

"Gibbs! Giiiibbsss!" she started to scream, "Don't stop! More…" And then he did one more thing, she didn't know exactly what, but she flew into an orgasm that shook her world. Her body went rigid as her muscles contracted and didn't release for what seemed like a full minute. Then she pulsed and quaked as temors radiated inside her body, and he kept touching her until she was ready to drop.

When her muscles and limbs felt like jelly, she fell forward and Gibbs was standing right there, ready to catch her against his chest. He guided her a few steps to the bed and she sat on the edge then flopped back onto the cream colored comforter.

Her chest rose and fell fast and heavy as she tried to regain her breath, lying with her eyes closed, vaguely aware of Gibbs removing her heels and stripping each stocking from her legs. When she felt the bed shift, she looked up and he was leaning over her, his hands braced on either side of her head, the smile on his face, priceless.

"I have a new addiction," he husked.

She smiled, mesmerized by his sparkling blue eyes. "I can't believe that," she answered softly.

Dipping his head, he kissed and brushed his lips lightly against hers. "Believe it," he whispered. "Nothing will ever compare to you."

He kissed her deeper, longer, and she ran her fingers up and down his arms, his tight muscles whetting her appetite for more. When his mouth slid down over her chin and onto her neck, she was almost willing to let him give her the same treatment all over again, but there were other ideas bouncing around in her head.

"Help me up," she requested.

Gibbs pulled back slightly, revealing her favorite lopsided grin. "Why? I like you right where you are."

Her eyes fell to his bare chest, down to his groin, then back to his chest. "You're still wearing your costume. It's Halloween and it would be my treat to undress you."

He straightened up and drew her with him, pulling her softness against his hard body, the contrast making him realize he'd gone far too long without the company of a woman. His mouth skimmed the top of her shoulder then nipped along her collar bone. He rubbed against her, his desire no longer willing to be repressed.

Her arms wrapped around him, fingernails flexing into his back. He groaned, kneading her breast with one hand and felt her nails press deeper in response.

Then her hands dropped to where his suit hung around his waist, and her nails scraped his skin along the edge of the fabric. His abdominal muscles tightened when her hand skated lower, encountering the bulge in his pants, and started rubbing him. He gyrated his hips hoping she'd take the hint and relieve him of the tension that continued to build within the confines of his costume.

But she seemed to be in no hurry, her hand continuing to massage as she started to kiss and nip his neck. Her lips trailed pleasurable kisses down his chest, across each nipple, before working all the way down to his waist. When she looked up at him and smiled, he closed his eyes as her hands skimmed across his stomach. Her actions were nearly tormenting him beyond all limits.

He heard her low, wicked snicker just before his costume was stripped lower and pulled from his body. A heavy relieved sigh escaped between his lips only to be sucked in again when her fingers lazily stroked over his boxer-briefs.

His cock jumped, and he released a soft moan as her touch glided over his arousal and her kisses trailed up his thighs. Her mouth moved ever closer and he tensed with anticipation but when her lips jumped to his stomach then climbed his chest, his body relaxed once again.

She kissed and nibbled his neck, his chin, his jaw. Her tongue swept across his pulse point. And without warning, her hands smoothed down his hips, into his boxers, and she stripped them off in the blink of an eye. He was now naked and she was pressed fully against him, her hands grabbing his ass and forcing his hips against hers.

Shifting his hands beneath her backside, he lifted and her legs automatically went around his waist. She squirmed, rubbing against his cock, coating him with her wetness. A rough moan emanated from his chest as he held her, pressing against her center, kissing along her neck.

Two steps and he released her onto the bed. She shuffled towards the center, the lust in her eyes compelling him to follow. When he lay beside her, she started to massage him with her skilled, delicate fingers at the same time kissing him deeply, possessively.

He felt himself swell and fought back the impulse to roll her to her back and sink into her depths. He wanted to experience her so badly but she deserved to have her own fantasies fulfilled, also. And the way she was touching him, kissing him, were things he knew she'd dreamt of for a long time, just as he had.

Her hand wrapped around his cock and she stroked him, making him harder than he already was. "Abby," he moaned as his hips rocked against her touch, and he covered her mouth in another deep kiss.

Hugging her to him, he rolled them so that he was on top. She wriggled a little then stopped when he started to press tantalizing kisses to her breasts, nipping at her pebbled nipples. He swept one into his mouth and tenderly sucked before his front teeth bit down just hard enough to make her gasp sharply and moan happily as her fingers twisted in his short hair.

His kisses took a wandering path back to her lips before he lifted and rose over her, his palms pressed into the mattress beside her shoulders. Their eyes locked and the passionate hunger he saw was something he'd only dreamt of. He didn't realize that she was seeing that same hunger burning back at her.

More than anything in the world, even more than her next breath, Abby wanted Gibbs. There was no stopping, no doubts as she reached between their bodies and guided him to her. Slowly, his heat, his hardness entered her, filling her, making her gasp and yearn for more.

"Oh Gibbs…" she moaned, closing her eyes at the sensation of him sliding inside her. It felt so good. He filled her so nicely. And the most perfect part was that this wasn't some random guy. It was Gibbs. Her true, heart's desire.

He started to thrust and her hands smoothed down his back to his ass, where she squeezed before pressing a finger near the base of his tailbone. Her jerked and grunted, penetrating her deeper.

"Oh… oohh," she whimpered, "Want more. Need you deeper." He pressed hard then pulled almost fully out and slammed back into her. A pleasurable whimper escaped her lips as she gripped his ass harder, bending her knees up to her chest.

Sliding a hand beneath her hips, he lifted, increasing the speed of his thrusts, changing the angle of his strokes. Abby clung to his back, pulling him against her, needing to feel every movement of his body as he pounded into her. He grunted each time his hips slammed into hers, his rhythm steady and hard, a fine sweat breaking out upon his back.

And each time he withdrew to initiate another collision, Abby craved more. She never wanted it to end. The sensation of Gibbs moving in and out was all she needed to truly live.

Gibbs knew he needed to slow things down so they could make it last a little longer. Lifting his head, he kissed her on the lips, giving her lower lip a tender nip as he pulled back. She looked up at him, green eyes dark with desire, lips swollen from kisses. He thought she looked positively ravishing.

His thrusts continued to be slow, in and out, until he felt her muscles tighten, her wet heat squeezing his cock. Then his momentum quickened, and he slid one hand between them, his fingers finding her clit, his forehead dropping to the pillow beside hers.

Abby moaned low and deep, her core muscles pulsed, tingles rippled from her clit. She moved with Gibbs, rocking harder, taking him deeper. Her arms held him, pulled him closer, and she let herself feel everything he was giving her.

His strength, his gentleness, his hard body connecting with hers. All of him brought her closer and closer to orgasm until she could no longer hold back the increasing pleasure between her legs. Striving for the pinnacle , needing to come undone, taking him deeper, needing it harder. And then instantly, she was there, the dam breaking as she screamed through the muscle spasms of her climax.

She felt Gibbs continue to push through her contracting muscles, growing larger, grunting as his hips jerked erratically . Two more long, deep thrusts and he stilled for just a second as he tipped over the edge, groaning her name. Then more smaller thrusts before he came to rest, his heavy breathing bursting next to her ear.

Eventually, he rolled off of her to his back, sweat trickling down his temples, his chest still heaving with deep breaths. Abby turned her head to look at him, the smile on her face growing larger as her doubts and fears disappeared like bursting soap bubbles. Her dream had finally come true.

When Gibbs moved onto his side towards her, he had a relaxed, gentle look on his face. "Good thing the party was held at a hotel," he said with a smile, reaching out and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Abby shifted onto her side also, her hand lifting and trailing down the side of his face. "You won the bet," she stated with a grin, "but I feel like I've won something even better. A night with you."

"I hope it's the first of many nights together," he clarified, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her against his body.

Even after what they'd just shared, the sensation of his naked flesh against hers sent tingles sweeping across her skin. Her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders, pulling him closer. "I won't ever let you go, Gibbs," she murmured in his ear. "I can't."

"I'm not going anywhere," he assured. "You're mine, now."

The End.