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Good Friends	By : SpecialFX Category: M through R > NCIS Views: 9187 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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TITLE: Good Friends
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of ?
FANDOM: NCIS
SHIP: Abby / McGee
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: A couple, maybe?.
UNIVERSE: As per cannon.
SYNOPSIS: Set early in Season 3 and based on the fact that Abby stated that men and women could be friends, but they would have sex too. KINDLY REVIEW even if you don’t review kindly.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own NCIS. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to their creators. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies. This might stay a simple one shot or develop into something more depending on the feedback.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com
"Hey, Abbs." He greeted her and she returned his greeting with a smile and without turning around as she continued to work on her computer. It was late and she was just finishing up for the day. She caught his reflection in the computer screen as he walked up close behind her. Her eyes widened and her breath caught as he slid his arms around her between her body and her arms and brazenly reached around and cupped her breasts while his lips descended on the exact centre of the spider web tattoo she had on the side of her neck.
She moaned as his hands flexed to fondle her breasts through the negligible barrier of her t-shirt, her nipples swelling to stiff, tingling attention. She rather enjoyed restrictive clothing, but had never been able to wear a brassier as underwear. His teeth lightly nipped at her ivory, tattooed skin before his tongue lapped, warm and wet across the sensation to then be followed by his sucking lips. Her back arched unconsciously to press herself into his hands as arousal speared into her to tighten things low and deep inside her.
"Timothy." She groaned his name softly, forcing her hands to stay on the keyboard and mouse instead of reaching up and back to cup his head and run her fingers through his short, brown hair.
"McGee!" She hissed urgently, but quietly, coming to her senses although she simply wanted to let herself melt into his touch and the erotic invitation of more the bulge of his hot hard maleness represented as it pressed against her buttocks and the small of her back.
"Timmy, you... You need... Need to stop." She reluctantly informed him even as his thumbs found and rolled her now-engorged nipples sending sparks into her chest and making her rub her thighs together as her sex flexed and twisted against itself to wring out warm, slippery lubrication.
"No, I don't." He murmured low and husky with promise against the shell of her ear before his teeth closed on her earlobe in a less than gentle nip. Just the way he knew she liked it. While, at the same time, his hands slid off her breasts long enough for him to dig them under the hem of her tee and run them up over her ribs to capture her breasts directly and he began to rock his hips to grind himself against her skirt-covered ass. Things were getting out of hand fast, metaphorically speaking as it were because he had her well in hand as fingers that were deft and sure on a keyboard out the same skill to use in exploring the globes of her breasts and the turgid peaks that topped them.
"Timothy" She whined his name torn between her growing desire and the need for him to stop.
"Yes, you do. Ever since the whole Chip debacle there are cameras in here now." She explained in a rush as her eyelids fluttered and hotter sparks whipped into her chest and her core contracted as he pulled and twisted her nipples simultaneously just a little harder than was strictly comfortable, again, just the way she liked it. He chuckled, his breath hot against her neck.
"Not for the next say forty-two minutes or so there aren't. They're down for a diagnostic check." He informed her, his reflection in the computer monitor flashing her a smug grin.
"Forty-two whole minutes?" She enquired breathily and overly dramatically as she cupped his hand with one of her and squeezed while she cradled the back of his head with the other.
"Forty-two whole minutes." He confirmed as he leaned forward and she turned and craned her neck until she found his lips for a hard, hungry kiss. The angle was awkward, but they maintained the kiss until they were both breathless and she could feel him throbbing against her. He caught her lower lip between his teeth and lets it stretch before releasing it. She was wet, open with anticipation and ready for more as his lips returned to the skin of her neck above her dog collar while his hands continued to work their magic on her breasts and nipples as they continued their dry bump and grind.
"Tell me what you want, Abby." He instructed against the shell of her ear pulling his hips back, breaking their below the waist contact and staying out of reach even when she pressed further back.
"Quit teasing, McGee." She whined although she knew it was all part of the game he knew she liked. He chuckled, a low smoky sound that had more promise than amusement in it before he pinched her nipple while pulling the other to make her moan and rub her thighs together. Her moan turned to a sound of disapproval as his hands suddenly retreated from under her tee, his fingertips tickling her ribs before breaking contact. She started to turn with an admonishing question on her lips when his strong hands grabbed her hips and held her in place. She craned her head around over her shoulder just in time to see him kneel behind her leaving just the top of his head visible.
"Take your hair down." His command drifted up to her and her hands were moving to the ties at her twin ponytails before she even realized it. It was one of his surprises. There was some steel in the usually timid NCIS agent Timothy McGee that wasn't just in his erection, but it did surface with it. And, she responded to one almost as well as the other.
His fingers tightened and he pulled her further back so that she bent over more and then his hands slid down until they found her legs below the hem of her tartan skirt. Abby shuffled her feet and forced herself not to bend her legs away from him as he tensed his fingers and his thumb swiped slowly up and down the hollow at the back of her knees where he knew she was sensitive. She knew, without seeing, that he was smiling as his hands made their way up under her skirt, inch by slow warm inch up the backs of her thighs. His thumbs trailed along their insides rubbing slow circles and tightened along with the rest of his fingers to massage her as he went. He found the waistband of her panties and then slowly peeled them down. His hands caressed her skin as they guided her cotton underpants down her legs.
"Left." He commanded and she lifted her left foot for him and then switched feet when she figured he was done. She glanced back and down to the floor at her feet and saw her panties while his hands made a return journey. He paused at her calves to push her legs further apart. His hands left her legs and then her skirt was flipped up. The air was cool on her bare ass and swollen folds for a moment before the warmth of his breath bathed it.
Abby pressed her teeth into her lower lip and closed her eyes in anticipation as the heat increased and then his hands were on her ass and he spread her cheeks. She couldn't stop her hips from twitching or the heavy moan that rippled up her throat as her centre contracted when he ran his tongue slowly up the length of her slit. He was still teasing as he lapped at her, snaking his tongue, hot and wet through her dewy petals and exploring her entrance, but starting just short of her exposed, buzzing clit. His hands on her behind alternated between gentle rubbing caresses and firm flexing massages and his thumb even lightly stroked rhythmically over the rosebud of her asshole. Her sex clenched and twisted out a rush of slippery cream with each journey of his tongue.
"McGee." She whined his name again and was again met by one of his dark chuckles, but he did relent and spectacular fashion too. His tongue not only circled and flicked her sensitive little pearl making her gasp and the small of her back tighten, but then his lips also latched onto it with heavy, hard sucks that sent electric pulses into her loins and sent a soft cry tumbling from her lips as they spread out across her nerves carrying pleasure with them. He had her panting, gasping, moaning, twitching and rocking against his hands and mouth while he made sounds of relish and enjoyment as he feasted on her.
One of his hands left her ass and she opened her eye and smiled as she heard the metallic jangle of a belt beings unbuckled, a pause and then the rough rasp of a zipper being lowered. His lapping tongue slowed and then stilled before he planted another sucking kiss on her buzzing clit with another delectable, electric lash. He placed a kiss on each curve of her behind and she looked over her shoulder as his face rose back into view. His lips and cheeks glistened with the overflow of her juices and she watched as he licked his lips and collected the rest with his fingers, which he promptly sucked clean with obvious relish.
She continued to watch him rise, but her eyes remained at the same level so that she saw the pointed helmet of his thick, long erection come into view over the curve of her ass. His trousers were open and hanging low on his hips and he stood to proud attention. Abby slowly licked her lips as she saw his manhood twitch and a heavy dollop of clear lubrication rose from his tip.
"Tell me what you want, Abigail." He instructed in a low, demanding tone that sent a shiver down her spine as he again grabbed her hips, holding her in place and leaned over her once more as she unconsciously started to back up towards him. He was being the man she liked most, the one the rest of the NCSI team never really got to see, strong, commanding, powerful and confident. She had to swallow a couple of times to find her voice as he hovered over her without any more contact than his hands.
"I want you inside me." She informed him in a clear strident voice, her eyes flashing him the intensity of her desire while she strained backward against his hold.
"Yes, Ma'm." He growled against her ear as his hand slid to the small of her back to keep her in place while he took himself in hand while she fought the urge to hurry him along. They both sucked in their collective breaths as he nestled himself in the cleft between her ass cheeks before slowly sliding it lower. Abby tensed when he lightly pressed against her asshole. Her hands flexed against the edge of the desktop. She hasn't been very specific and they had gone there once or twice before. She forced herself to relax even as she braced herself while he slowly rocked his hips and gently tested the resistance of her sphincter.
"When we have more time." He promised in a low whisper before he guided himself lower and she found herself smiling at the promise as she pushed back little to seat him at her entrance after he slid through her slippery folds with tingling friction. They both worked at slowing their breathing and the simple act had him pressing into her slowly and rhythmically, but without actually penetrating her. His hands burrowed under the material of her skirt and then her tee to find the skin at her waist. His hands were warm, but also restraining as he teased her once more. He was better at this part of the game than she was. She wouldn't admit it, but he had more self-control that she did. Her body was at a fever pitch of arousal, hot, itchy, tight, tingling and pulsing with need and she could feel him hot and hard, with a throbbing that echoed her own, but still he teased.
He had slid deeper into her, starting the delicious stretch of his girth invading her snug, slick channel, but then held back and tightened his grasp to limit her range of motion so that as they rocked he stayed more or less in place. She loved the anticipation, the build-up, but her frustration was quickly overshadowing her enjoyment of those feelings. She had an itch inside her that he needed to scratch with his adamantine maleness and she needed him to take the sweet, twisting tension he had sparked in her loins to the next level and beyond. She bucked back harder, but again he countered, drawing back enough to stay still inside her and she half-expected to hear another of his dark chuckles. He, at least, had more sense than that, but still did not stop the delicious torture with her bucking and him countering.
He grunted and she cried out when on her next hard buck she met no resistance and he speared into her, stretching and filling her as he found her core in a single thrust. Abby let her head drop and her hair made a cool, dark curtain around her face as her spine slowly unlocked as she processed the strange dichotomy of tension and relaxation created by his rapid and complete penetration. She pulsed, flexed and twisted against the hot, pulsing steel of him both of them slowly rocking, her hips circling to stir her molten core as they adjusted to each other. His breath was warm against her ear and the rise and fall of his chest was a rhythmic massage against her shoulder blades.
"That all you got, Timmy?" She challenged lifting and turning her head and this time she did get that chuckle. He captured her lips for a short, hungry kiss before he drew back his hips. She braced herself and then they were moving, syncing into a pleasurable push and pull, and pump and grind of lovers. Electric fingers radiated out from the shifting line of friction of his thrusting shaft to ratchet up the sweet tension building in her loins and surges of erotic energy rippled across her nervous system. The reason for his earlier demand became clear as he gathered her hair and wrapped it around his fist to draw her head up and back while his other hand clamped onto her shoulder. He thrust harder and pulled her back onto him with manly, controlling power. She gasped with pleasure as he added another level of erotic delight to their tryst.
Each stroke was soon accompanied by the sound of flesh meeting flesh and labored breathing carrying soft sounds of passion. Her sex flooded with hot, slippery lubrication even as she conversely contracted tighter around him to increase the friction as they sped up. She spread her legs further to brace herself further and push back onto him as he changed his grip from her hips to a reach around under her tee to once again capture her breasts.
His grunts grew louder and she had to bite back the increasing volume of her cries as the pleasure and her climax built in leaps and bounds. She started to quiver as the pent-up energy strained the limits of her ability to contain them while her muscles sang and sweat pinpricked onto her skin with the exertion of matching his. She bit her lip and whined as the quivers became tremors and her orgasm was eminent. He clutched at her heaving breasts and pinched and pulled at her taut sensitive nipples to add yet another level of sensation to those already rampaging through her system. He was panting and she could see the strain on his face without looking as his rhythm started to falter, but the power of his thrusts did not while the desk she was holding onto creaked and rocked and the things on it shook and rattled.
"Just... A little... More." Abby whimpered as her efforts to hold her climax at bay and prolong the enjoyment caused the tension at her core to seesaw on the bittersweet knife's edge between pleasure and pain. Her heart hammered in her chest and her blood sang in her ears before time froze. Her eyelids closed while cool air rushed into her lungs as she felt him draw back and then pause. The moment drew out and then he plunged forward and everything sped up as the fiery friction lit the fuse that led to her centre and ignited the powder keg of her orgasm.
She cried out short and sharp while her eyes snapped wide open as her spine curved into a taut bow on the electric lash that whipped up along it carrying an overload of bliss with it. Her sex clamped around his and they pulse against each other as his hands tightened at her breasts and pulled her up against his chest as he straightened. He bucked against the curves of her buttocks and his chests rumbled against her back as he growled deep and low as he expanded against her tightness and she felt his essence join with hers in heavy spurts. Her sex twisted and rippled, milking him and drawing the torrent that he poured deep into her.
His hips jerked and she shuddered as they shared the fruits of their labors and she rode out the waves of her orgasm. Her body twitched as muscles misfired randomly and rapidly and she reveled in the breathless, lightheadedness that came as part and parcel of a powerful climax. He stopped bucking and managed to relax his hands and cradled her against his chest instead of clutching her as the intensity of his climax waned while hers continued its delightful rampage across her senses for awhile longer in surges, waves and firework blossoms. Pleasure and pained sand a dueling duet across over sensitized nerves and she was struggling to catch her breath before the intensity started to fade. When she started to relax, she let her head fall back and onto one of his broad shoulders with a soft sigh and let her eyes close once more.
She let her head loll to the side and felt his shadow cross her closed eyelids before his lips captured hers for a slow, probing kiss, which she accepted with a languid sigh. She could still taste herself on his lips and feel the hot, hard throb of him inside her liquid, steam depths and she moaned as he shifted and her sex clenched in response.
Abby jumped, breaking their kiss abruptly and her eyes shot open as a loud beeping suddenly assailed her ears. It was too like her alarm clock and she was suddenly confused and disappointed that it might have all been a dream, but she relaxed when strong arms tightened around her and she once again gained the awareness of an all to real male member still inside her. She blinked to focus as he brought his wrist up and stopped the beeping of his watch.
"Ten minute warning." He explained with a grin and then they both groaned as he withdrew from her. She looked at her reflection in the computer screen and green eyes sparkled brightly out of a flushed and sweaty face framed by a wild halo of dark hair, and smudged lipstick gave her smile a crooked slant. He tapped her ankle to get her attention and she lifted her foot as he repeated his earlier maneuver in reverse and got her to step back into her underpants before leisurely drawing them up her legs and back into place. His breath was hot on the small of her back as he replaced her skirt and with slow, fondling hands smoothed out the wrinkles.
Her back arched and she groaned softly as he placed a kiss at the centre of the small of her back before he lowered her t-shirt to cover it. She sighed as his hands left her hips and she heard him quickly and efficiently tucked himself away and redid his pants and buckle. Abby turned around and leaned back against the desk, facing him directly for the first time since he'd entered her lab. She could feel the warm, slippery residue of their tryst inside her and she clenched her thighs together in an attempt to keep it right where it was. They grinned at each other as she swept her hair back and managed to somewhat tame it into a ponytail. She stepped forward and deliberately took his face into her hands and kissed him deep and slow.
"Thank you, Timothy." She told him earnestly after she broke the kiss and stepped back. He licked his lower lip slowly and flashed her a shy smile. It always amazed her how quickly he could revert back to the deceptively mild-mannered guys everyone else at the office saw him as.
"Don't mention it, that's what good friends are for. And, Abbs, if you have time for that other thing, give me a call, later." He responded with a wink and a slight head tilt just before his watch beeped again. He deactivated the alarm and flicked his eyes up and she followed them to see the light come on under the lens of the surveillance camera above the door.
"Night, Abby." He bid her farewell and she raised her hand to wave in response before he turned and left.
"A good friend indeed." She murmured to her empty, quiet lab while she wonder exactly just how much later would be appropriate. The thought made her giggle; she probably should wait until he at least left the building.
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