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Abby looked down at Gibbs in disbelief.  “What are you saying, Gibbs?” 

He looked down, smiling and shaking his head. “I think after all this you can call me Jethro, Abby.”

She chuckled. “That's gonna take some getting used to.”  She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “Gibbs, you gotta tell me if I'm reading this totally wrong, because I may be a switch, but somehow I don't think you are.”

“I'm not.”

“Then what are you saying, Gibbs?” Abby repeated.

Resting back to sit on his heels, Gibbs looked down, gathered his thoughts, and then looked up to meet her questioning gaze.  “Abs, I fucked up. Bad. Didn't think about how what I said would affect you. Some things ya just don't understand til you've been there...”

“So you want to... submit so you can understand the perspective?” Abby asked incredulously.

“Kinda sounds stupid when you put it like that.” 

Abby sighed.  “That isn't how I meant it, Gibbs... Jethro.” She corrected herself. She patted the couch cushion next to her.  “Come sit up here. I think we need to talk as equals, and having you down there like that is kinda weirding me out.” 

He slid up onto the couch to sit next to her, not wanting to stand and tower over her, even for a moment.  “Better?”

“Much.”  She looked at him intensely, as if trying to look through his eyes to his soul.  “So, tell me more about this sudden desire you have to submit.”  

“It's not sudden.  Been thinking about it for a while.”  He was talking more to his hands folded in his lap than he was to Abby.

“Really?” 

  “Yeah.” He confessed, finally looking up at her.  “Hurt you, Abs. Never wanna do that again.”

“Let me see if I've got this straight.” She reached out and took his hand. “You want to understand what a sub goes through so you can... be a better dom?” He shrugged.  “ I guess that kinda makes sense. I've pretty much always switched, so I'm not even sure what it would be like to only really understand one side of it. Even if it's not your thing, it'll be educational. So, when do you want to do this?” 

“Been thinking about it long enough. Don't wanna change my mind.  Soon.” He stated, then looked down. “Now's good.”

She reached over and turned his face to look at her.  “Are you sure about what you're asking for?”

“No.” He paused for a moment. “But sure I need to do it.”

Abby chuckled.  “Good enough. Gibbs, I need you to promise me something.” Abby watched him intently to make sure she had his full attention.  “I need you to promise me that you'll use your safewords if you need them, even if you just need to slow things down a little bit. Tell me your safewords.”  

He sighed, irritated and wanting to just get on with it. “Stoplights. Red for stop, yellow for slow down.”

She reached for his hand again.  “Jethro, this isn't a punishment.  It's an experience, and I want it to be a good one.  So, I need you to trust me, but I need you to trust yourself too.  I want honest reactions from you, and if you need your safewords, promise me you'll use them.”

“Okay.” He took a deep breath.  “I promise.”

“We should really negotiate some.  I need to know where your limits are.”

“Don't really know.” He shrugged.  “Never done this. At least, never done this...like this.”

Abby chuckled.  “Okay. Let's start with the basics. Restraints?” He gave a short nod. “Spanking?” Another nod. “Blindfold?” He hesitated, swallowing, then nodded slowly.

“Okay. That’s a start.  I wasn’t planning on playing tonight, so I don’t have any of my kit with me.” Abby looked at him, concerned. “I’ve improvised before, but since we don’t know for sure how you’ll react, maybe we should wait until we can prepare better?” 

Gibbs shook his head. Now that the decision was made and out in the open, it was happening. Waiting just gave him more time to worry, and the last thing he wanted to do to Abby was freak out on her again. Taking a breath, he made a decision and stood, offering her his hand. “I need to show you something.” 

He lit an oil lamp he kept on hand for emergencies, and she followed barefoot as he led her up the stairs to the second floor. He opened a narrow door at the end of the hallway and revealed a steep staircase. He led her up, through another door at the top of the staircase, and set the lamp down on a table, turning up the flame so the light flickered warmly around the room.

Abby looked around the finished attic. There were some cabinets on the far end, a window, and shelves with books, but the centerpiece of the room was a large bed with an obviously handcrafted bed frame, complete with tall headboard and footboard.  A matching armoire, dresser, and two nightstands completed the set. As Gibbs lit two candles that were on the dresser, Abby took a closer look at the furniture and noted that built into the headboard design were areas that could easily anchor restraints.  “Gibbs...Wow! Was this- I mean, I saw the windows, obviously, but I thought it was just an attic.”

“It was. When Shannon and I found out Kels was on the way, we wanted more room, so I finished the attic.”

Abby let out a slow breath. “Are you sure you want me in here? I kind of feel like I’m invading someplace private.” 

Gibbs turned to her and rested his hands on her shoulders, locking her gaze with his. “Not invading, Abs. Welcome. This room shouldn’t be closed up anymore. I’ll never forget ‘em, but Shannon and Kels are my past.  You’re my present. And, I hope-” He hesitated. “Future?”

She nodded. “For as long as you’ll put up with me.”

He kissed her softly. “You’re easy to put up with, Abs.”  

“So are you, Gibbs.”

He motioned to the cabinets and handed her a key. “Anything in the right one is fine.  The stuff in the one on the left…” He paused, not sure how to proceed.

“Special stuff you’d prefer not to use?” She watched his face carefully. “Or did we just find a limit?” He looked down and muttered something Abby couldn’t quite make out. “Jethro? Is this a limit?”

He nodded.

“Good. We all have them.” She reminded gently.  “Hard limit or soft?”

He considered the question and answered cautiously. “Don’t think anything in this room would be a hard limit. Not with you.”

“But with another dom?”

Gibbs laughed nervously. “Abs, doing this at all would be a hard limit with anyone else.  Don’t trust anyone else that much. Never have.” 

“Shannon never-” Abby stumbled over her words. “I’m sorry, is it okay to ask?”

He nodded. “Yeah, it’s okay, Abs. Subject never came up.  Taking charge wasn’t what Shanon wanted.” He chuckled. “At least, not in bed.  In bed, she wanted to be taken care of. I wanted to take care of her. Worked for us.” 

“Sometimes you just want to let go, take a leap, and trust that someone’s there to catch you.” Abby commented. He nodded and Abby reached up and caressed his cheek, gently turning his face towards her. Meeting his eyes, she asked “Do you trust me, Jethro?”

“With my life, Abs.”

She laughed softly and shook her head. “That’s easy.” She touched his temple, his silver hair soft against her fingertips. “Trusting me here is easy.” She slid her hand down his neck to his chest, feeling his heart pounding under layers of cotton and muscle. “I need you to trust me here. Can you do that? Do you trust me with your heart?”

He nodded. “Yeah, Abs. I do.”

She leaned forward and kissed him, the softest, sweetest kiss he had ever experienced. Her tongue gently probed at his lips, and he opened to her, letting her kiss him as she wished. Finally, she broke away, nibbling gently on his lower lip. “Ready?”

“Not sure I’ll ever be really ready, but yeah.”

She cupped his face in her palm, stroking her fingers lightly down his cheek. “You’re always taking care of everyone else, Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Let me take care of you. Please.”

He recognized that ‘Please’ for what it was. Not a question but a softly spoken command. He answered her anyway, taking a breath and meeting her eyes. “Okay.”

His consent given, she nodded, running her hands down his chest. “Overdressed, Gibbs.” She undid the top button of his shirt and caressed the skin at his throat. “Take this off and lay down on the bed, hands behind your head. Close your eyes and keep them closed.  I’ll know if you peek.” She watched him carefully as he nodded. “You can leave the underwear. For now.” She smirked at him. “I want the pleasure of removing those myself.” 

Hands shaking, he slowly did as she asked, laying his dress shirt, pants, and undershirt on the chair, and leaving his shoes and socks below.   She leaned back against the cabinet door, watching him carefully until he reclined on the bed, laced his fingers together behind his head, and closed his eyes, waiting. 

She turned to the cabinets and unlocked the doors, curious as to what exactly Gibbs kept in there. The man never locked his front door, but he locked these cabinets. As she opened them and the smell of leather reached her nose, she realized why. The right side had all kinds of items, cuffs, crops, floggers, and leather straps with clips that were obviously meant to secure the cuffs to the bed. A small silver chain hung on a hook, and she smiled as she saw what dangled from it. She picked up the item and set it aside, and considered opening the left cabinet. 

Although she wasn’t planning on getting anywhere close to his limits tonight, curiosity got the better of her and she grabbed the handle.  Sitting on the center shelf were several dildos, plugs, and anal beads made of glass. She could see outlines in the dust of the bare shelves where other items had lain, and she assumed that if the items had been Shannon’s, anything rubber or silicone had probably been disposed of due to age. She filed the soft limit away in her mind. It wouldn’t be an issue tonight. 

She pulled a blindfold out of the right cabinet, along with a set of wrist and ankle cuffs and straps. She set everything down on the nightstand table. “Can you keep your eyes closed and your hands to yourself?” She trailed a finger down his naked chest and tugged lightly on the waistband of his pants. “No matter what?”

He unconsciously shifted his hips toward her hand. “I want to see you, Abs. Want to touch you.”

“You have a choice here, Jethro. I can either trust you, or-“ She picked up one of the cuffs and wrapped it around his wrist. “I can help you. What’ll it be? Should I trust you?”

He swallowed. He wanted to prove he could do what she asked of him, but the temptation to look at her, to reach for her, was so great.

Sensing his dilemma, Abby lightly ran a fingernail down his ribs. Without any thought, the tickling sensation overcame his best intentions and his eyes flew open, his hand catching her wrist. She smirked at him. “So that’s a no, then?”

He groaned at how easily he’d been played and returned his hands to their former position behind his head, closing his eyes. “That wasn’t fair, Abs.”

She slipped the blindfold over his head, covering his eyes. Leaning over him, she wrapped a cuff around his wrist and secured it to the bedpost, whispering in his ear. “I never promised to play fair.”

His head fell back into the pillow. He was so screwed. 

 


 

She finished securing his wrists and ankles to the bedposts and stepped back to admire her handiwork. “Doing okay, Jethro?”

He nodded. “I think so, Abs.” 

She leaned down to whisper in his ear. “If anything becomes not okay, I want to know about it.” He felt her lips on his temple. “This is supposed to be fun.”  With that, she nipped sharply at his earlobe, the pain there and gone before it really registered.  

She withdrew from the bed and chuckled to herself.  “Damn, I could look at you all day, my silver-haired fox.”  She leaned over and kissed him, her lips soft and then more insistent. “You still have too many clothes on.”

“He tugged lightly on the cuffs holding his wrists.  “Can't do much about that now, Abs.”

He could almost hear her smirk. “Rule nine, Gibbs. You particularly attached to those shorts?” 

The dominant's voice in his mind admired her tactics, giving him the chance to opt out of a knife in the scene without having to safeword to do it.  However, he'd seen Abby slicing specimens in her lab. If there would be anyone he would trust with a blade, it would be Abby. “Nope.” He gestured with his chin in the direction he'd left his pants. “Right front pocket.”

Abby grinned and trailed her hands over his body, purposely bypassing areas that were really wanting her attention.  “Tease.” he groaned in frustration.

“Yes. And?” He could hear the smile in her voice as he heard the rustle of fabric as she retrieved his pocketknife.

“Just an observation.”

“Did you want something?” She asked playfully. 

“Yes.” Gibbs growled.

“And what would that be?” Abby asked impishly, opening the blade with a click.

“Let me out of these cuffs and I'll show you.” 

“You want out, you've got a safeword.” She laughed.  “Until I hear it, you're mine.” She growled in his ear, echoing the words he had spoken to her upstairs at Heather's.  “And since I'm not hearing a safeword...” He felt cold steel against his thigh, heard her slicing away the fabric and felt a rush of cool across him as she tossed away the now useless undershorts, and the warmth of her hand surrounding him.  “Jethro, either there's something you're not telling me, or being tied up and completely at my mercy actually turns you on.”  

“Like I said before, Abs-” He gasped as her thumb brushed over the tip of his cock. “You turn me on.”

She leisurely moved her hand up and down his length as she leaned over to kiss him. “I saw the look in your eyes when we talked downstairs, Leroy Jethro Gibbs.  But if you want to keep lying to yourself...” He groaned as her hand left him and he heard her rummaging for whatever it was she had left on the table, followed by a metallic jingle as something landed on the bed next to him.

“Those better not be my handcuffs, Abby.” He warned.

She laughed.  “You're already tied up, Gibbs.  Nope, not your cuffs. Something better.”

He tried to remember what else he'd left in that cabinet when her lips closed around the head of his cock and suddenly the mystery item didn't seem so important.  She brought him to the very edge and then pulled away as his breathing became ragged. “Not without permission, Jethro.” She tutted at him.

“You tryin' to kill me, Abs?” He grumbled in frustration.

She giggled.  “I've seen many causes of death, Gibbs, but orgasm denial has never been one of them.”  She paused. “Hmm... it does make me wonder if it's possible.” She reached out and lightly pinched his nipple.  “Maybe we'll find out.”

Gibbs groaned in frustration.  Abby was better than he'd given her credit for... a lot better.  He'd be lucky to survive this. But what a way to go!

Her hand continued to stroke him gently, her lips moving higher to close over his nipple.  She teased it for a moment, then pulled back, blowing lightly. “Take a breath, let it out slowly, and then count to five before you say anything else.” 

He heard the metallic jingle again.  “Whacha up to, Abs?” 

“Don't worry about what I'm doing, Jethro.” She smacked his flank lightly.  “Now breathe and count to five.” Her voice took on a warning tone. “Do not make me repeat myself again.” 

“Yes, Ma'am.” he replied reflexively.

“Hmm... I like that, Jethro.” He could hear the smile in her voice as he wondered where that had come from.  Abby hadn't said he needed to address her formally. He inhaled as directed, wondering what she was up to. As he exhaled, suddenly he felt a searing pain in his right nipple and he knew.  Abby had found Shannon's nipple clamps. His mind screamed and he felt panic start to grip him. He'd tried these on once after they'd bought them and he found the sensation so painful he'd lasted less than a second before removing the clamp in a hurry.  Shannon had loved them, though he'd never understood why.

For a brief moment he considered his safeword, but remembering what Abby had asked, he counted slowly to five in his head as he focused on his breathing and found the pain rapidly receded to a dull throb.

He felt Abby's hand around his slightly softened shaft.  “Doing okay, Jethro?”

He nodded.  “I am now.”

He felt her lips brush the tip of his cock as she whispered “Good boy.” before he felt her lips and tongue on him again.  She reached up a hand to play with his left nipple and he knew what was coming though for the moment, with her lips on him, he couldn't bring himself to care.

Just as he felt himself almost reach the edge, suddenly she was gone, his hips bucking up to the empty air.  

He felt her roll his nipple between her fingers and distantly heard her telling him to breathe over the roar of blood pounding through his ears. Complying without consciously doing so, he quickly felt the sharp pain peak and then recede, Abby's hand on his cock keeping him hard the whole while. 

He heard a rustle of velvet and silk and felt the velvet brush across his chest, hearing a soft thud as her dress landed on the floor on the other side of the room.  “That's better.” he heard her say, and a desperate sound escaped from his throat. “Problem, Jethro?”

“Just want to see you.”

“Well, since you've been so good, I can take off the blindfold-” She gently tugged on the chain between the clamps and he gasped as they tightened briefly.  “If you ask nicely.”

Briefly weighing the humiliation of asking against the reward of the lack of blindfold, before he could convince himself to think further about it, he whispered “Please, Ma'am will you take off the blindfold.”

Abby chuckled to herself. “As you wish.”  She reached up and removed the blindfold, his eyes blinking in the light of the lanterns he had left on the dresser.  His eyes settled on her, her skin glowing in the flickering light, the shimmer of the black silk slip that still covered her body, thin straps over her shoulders, dipping low in the back to completely expose her tattoo.  She smiled at the obvious appreciation in his eyes.  “Like what you see, Jethro?”

“When I'm lookin' at you, Abs, always.”

She reached out and ran a finger along the underside of his cock.  “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

“Not flattery. Just the truth.”  He looked down at himself and gave her a slightly chagrined smile.  “Not exactly how I'd pictured the first time you'd see me naked.” 

She took a slightly firmer grip on him. “You imagined me seeing you naked?”

“More imagined me seeing you naked.” He shrugged.

She leaned over, her lips barely touching his and whispered “You wanna see me naked, Jethro?” her hand tightened around him as she spoke, moving quickly up and down his shaft.

His breathing quickened as he gasped out “Yes, Ma'am.”

Moments too soon, her hand withdrew and she reached up to tweak the chain on the clamps.  “Too bad.”

He groaned in frustration and let his sink back into the pillow.  “Wanna touch you, Abs.”

Her hand returned to stroke him, continuing the sweet torture of bringing him back to the edge. “Sorry, Jethro.” By her tone, she was not sorry at all.  “But I have you here, cuffed to a bed, and right now-” She tugged lightly on the chain again, making him hiss with an odd mix of pain and arousal. “I want to play.”  She paused, considering. “Maybe later, if you're good.”

Her hand gripped him and a moment later he felt her lips on him again, bringing him to the edge and back, denying him release so many times he lost count, her hands alternately playing with his balls and toying with the chain on the clamps, the pleasure and pain blurring together into one giant mass of sensation that he couldn't even begin to process. He found himself straining against the cuffs, thrusting his hips desperately toward her, asking for release; he hesitated to call it begging but that's what it was.  “Abs, please, anything you want. Anything, can't take any more. Please.”

She smiled down at him.  “Anything, Jethro?”  

Leaning down, she ran her tongue along his shaft ash he gasped “Yes, Ma'am, please let me finish.”

She reached up, grasping a clamp in each hand.  “Expect me to hold you to that promise of anything, Jethro.”

He nodded as her tongue swept over his tip. “Anything.”

“Then come for me.” She whispered, her mouth engulfing him.  He felt himself slide down her throat as her fingers released the clamps.  The blinding flash of pain in his nipples as the clamps released somehow combined with the waves of pleasure and desperation to twist together into something completely unknown.  The world exploded behind his eyes as he exploded into her mouth, going on for what somehow seemed like eternity and a split second simultaneously, and then the world went dark.


When he came back to himself, the cuffs were no longer attached to the bed and he was lying on his side, his head pillowed on Abby's silk-clad breast, a blanket wrapped around his body, her hand stroking leisurely through his hair.  “Welcome back, sleepyhead.”

“How-” He cleared his throat. “How long-”

“You were a little out of it for a bit. Not long.” She smiled.  “How are you feeling?”

He took a brief personal inventory.  “Good. A little sore from the cuffs and ...stuff, but good.” He could see some light bruising under the wrist cuffs where he had been straining against the leather and was grateful he had decided to bring Abby up here instead of just using his work handcuffs downstairs. 

She reached over to the nightstand and handed him a glass of water.  “Drink.” He brought the glass to his lips, hands shaking and she reached out and helped steady the glass, returning it to the nightstand when he was done.

She leaned down, unbuckling the cuffs around his ankles and he felt a strange, indescribable sense of loss as the leather left his skin. She reached for his wrist and he instinctively pulled his arm away toward his chest. She noticed, of course, and caught his hand, bringing his wrist up to her lips as the cuff slipped down an inch or so. She pressed a light kiss to the inside of his wrist. “Would you like to leave these a while longer?”

He looked away, embarrassed, and gave a small nod. Abby let go of his wrist and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him down to lay with her as she reclined against the pillows. “Everything still a little overwhelming?”

He nodded, his hair brushing against her silk slip. She smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “I sometimes like to wear them longer too. I always found them to be- grounding in a way. A reminder that even though the scene is over, that I’m safe and protected until I feel ready to face the world.  You’re safe with me, Gibbs. I’m not going anywhere.”

He snuggled into her shoulder. “Love you, Abs.”

She ran her fingers through his hair. “I love you too, Leroy Jethro Gibbs.”

He wrapped his arm around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder and drifted off into the best sleep he'd had in over a decade.

 


 

He woke up to the morning light, the falling snow still hissing on the windowpane.  Sometime during the night he and Abby had spooned against each other. Smiling, he plucked the now slightly crushed sprig of mistletoe out of her hair and twirled it between his fingers, kissing her gently behind her ear.

“Mmm...” She purred as she rolled over.  “Morning, Gibbs.” She slid her hand down his arm and smiled when she encountered the leather cuff still buckled around his wrist. “Ready to take these off?”

He nodded, trying to find words as she released the buckles, pressing a soft kiss to each wrist as she did so. “Abs, last night was…” He racked his brain for a word and came up blank. “...thank you.”

She smiled softly. “No, thank you, Jethro. I know that wasn’t easy for you.” 

“No. It wasn’t.” He gave her a half smile. “Worth it, though.”

Her smile brightened. “Enough to want to do it again sometime?”

His mind wasn’t even close to being able to consider that possibility. “We’ll see, Abs.”

She grinned at him. “That wasn’t a no!”

He chuckled to himself, decided a subject change was in order and held the mistletoe he’d pulled from her hair up over her head.  

She ran her hands down his bare chest. “After last night, you hardly need mistletoe if you want to kiss me, Gibbs.” 

He brushed his thumb across her lips and she opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to gently lick his fingertip.  His eyes slid closed, remembering what her mouth had done to him the night before. She kissed his fingertip and gave him an innocent look.  He smiled down at her, shaking his head. “We good, Abs?”

“Yeah, Gibbs. We're good.”

“You didn't let me touch you last night.”

“I just wanted to focus on you.”

“Still, I'd like to make up for that now.” His fingers trailed gently down her neck to rest in the hollow of her throat. “If that's okay with you?”

“Of course it is! You can touch me however you want, whenever you want, wherever you want...” She slid her leg up over his, wrapping them up in each other. “For as long as you want.” 

His only response was to roll her over in the sheets, pinning her to the mattress with his body, intending to take his time exploring her.  The sun was very high in the sky when they finally headed downstairs hand in hand.   

 

Fin.