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TITLE: Good Friends
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 2 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
The sex had been nice for the short time that they had dated, but McGee had really surprised her when their friendship had taken a physically intimate turn after Caitlin's death. They had all gone their separate ways after the funeral, but after reaching her home she found that she didn't want to be alone, something that was very unusual for her. She was usually very comfortable being alone with herself. Gibbs would have been her first port of call, but she knew he was likely even having a harder time with Cait's death that she was. Ducky had his mom to deal with and she didn't know Palmer well enough. Tony's method of coping was too upbeat for her and she would be forcing him to suppress his needs for her, which left her standing in front of McGee's door still in the dress she had worn to the funeral.
He still wore his shirt and trousers from the funeral, but the shirttails were out and several buttons were undone as if she had caught him in the middle of changing. He ushered her in without question and a soft smile of understanding. He turned after closing the door and without a word opened his arms to her. He was warm' solid and assuring as he hugged her and she rested her head on his shoulder. The sides of his neck smelled good, a fresh, clean masculine scent of soap and sandalwood. He sighed softly and she was a little surprised when after a few minutes he tensed and moved his lower body away from hers while still trying to comfort her.
"McGee?" She queried as she lifted her head, frowning. He did not respond to her non-specific question, flashed her a nervous smile and then slowly extricated himself from their hug before he offered her something to drink. She found herself trying to suppress a grin as she came to an amusing, yet flattering conclusion.
"Timmy, did you just get an erection?" She wondered directly and was answered by the glow of embarrassment that lighted his cheeks and the way he was keeping his pelvis turned away from her. He made a non-committal noise in his throat and made the offer of a drink again. She refused as she looked at him speculatively. Her own libido had been stirred by his reaction to their innocent, but intimate contact.
"It's okay, Timothy. Arousal and sex are both natural reactions to death, a celebration of life." She told him, giving him a gentle squeeze on his shoulder.
"Did you know it was supposed to be me? That if some other person had been trying to kill me, I would have been the one that Ari shot, not Caitlin." He confided in her, his shoulder slumping under her hand.
"Oh, McGee." She commiserated and she turned and pulled him into another hug, wrapping her arm low around his back so that the fronts of their bodies were pulled flush together. He groaned as she felt the solid pulsing ridge of his erect maleness against her flat belly. She felt an echoing tightening and moist heating at her core in response. Abby bit her lower lip and closed her eyes for a moment.
"Timothy, would you like to have sex with me." She asked him quietly just below his ear. She felt him lurch again her even those his body remained rigidly still. His breath tickled the top of her head as he turned his head and swallowed heavily.
"Abby..." He said her name with both uncertainty and pleading, his voice shuddering as his chest expanded against her breasts as he took a deep breath. What he was pleading for, she wasn't sure. Her nipples swelled to attention under the stimulus of the pressure and tingled as taking one of her own shifted her against him.
"I'd like to have sex with you. Just good friends comforting each other and celebrating life." She admitted freely and lifted her head from his shoulder while creating just enough separation to tilt her head to find and search his eyes.
"Abigail." He whispered her name with just a hint of awe tingling the hot need in his tone as she reached up and lightly cupped his cheek. She let her hand slide further forward until the hair at the nape of his neck tickled her fingers as she curled them. Abby rose up onto her toes and slowly pulled his lips down the rest of the way to hers. He resisted ever so slightly, his lips remaining stiff and unmoving for a moment, then his hands shifted to pull her tighter against him and he was kissing her back.
He surprised her by how forcefully he took control of the kiss once he overcame his hesitance. His hands burrowed into her hair and almost roughly pulled the ties out to have her raven hair tumbling free around her face and down her back. He claimed her mouth with hungry passion and she let him, bending slightly over his arm as she absorbed the warm, wet wonderful pressure of his lips sucking at her and his tongue fencing with her as it stormed the ramparts of her teeth and invaded her mouth. His intense eyes held hers steadily until her lids fluttered closed with a moan her lips vibrating against his lips and slipping out around their wrestling tongue.
McGee two-stepped them backwards, his body and thick, cloth-covered erection pressing and bumping against her as they went, heads twisting and turning as their lips shifted sinuously together. They were both breathing heavily, moaning and groaning with delight as her back found the metal shelving in his apartment with a rattle of its contents. He nipped and sucked at her lips and then his lips left hers and worked their way along her jaw line. He nuzzled his way through her and then onto the side of her neck. His teeth grazed across her pulse point followed by his swirling tongue.
She wormed her hands between them and blindly undid the rest of his buttons before yanking the tails of his shirt out of his pants. The muscles of his torso were hard and defined under her hands as she caressed his smooth, warm skin. Her skin was on fire, pulsing and tingling with energy and tension of growing arousal at her centre as she undulated against him. Her stiff, swollen nipples ached and tingled as they chafed against the stifling lining of her dress. She wanted his hands or his mouth on her breasts, she wanted out if her dress, but there would be time for that later.
"Get... Get my panties out... Out of the way." She instructed as she frantically worked to undo his belt and then all but tore the fastening of his pants. She dug her hand through his fly and then into his boxers to pull him free through the opening. She remembered him from before, but she enjoyed reacquainting herself with his pointed, curved length and velvety, veined girth. He throbbed hotly and lurched against her hand as she stroked him and he groaned heavily at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.
"The bedroom's right through there." He informed her even as his hands slid up under her dress, the material riding up on his arms to comply with her instruction. His fingers leg tingling trails along the outside of her thighs, his palms hot along the top while his thumbs applied massaging pressure to the inside. She moaned at the back of her throat as her sex clenched and twisted against itself in response to his touch and the anticipation of what it represented.
"Later." She told him her desire a demand she needed met immediately and right where they were. She thought he would just pull the now damp lace of her panties aside, but gasped as with a sharp tug, the waistband bit into her hips for a moment before the delicate material tore. Her arousal spiked and she used his name in an impressed, sultry tone to convey her approval of his actions.
He lifted his head from her skin and she caught her first glimpse of they hidden Timothy McGee. The grin he flashed her was a combination of leer, lust, pride, confidence and promise as he dropped the ruined scrap of black lace to the floor and cupped her now bare ass and lifted her off the ground. The shelving groaned and creaked with the strain when she rested the heel of one of her boots on the lowest shelf, but held while she wrapped her other leg around him to spread herself up for him and give her leverage for what was to come.
She was wet, open and ready for him, but her breath still hitched on a short, sharp little cry when she guided him to her entrance and an electric surge of sensation rocketed up her spine as, without preamble, he drove into her with a sure, powerful and steady thrust of his hips. She heard him grunt and a warm wash of his breath bloomed against her skin and stirred her hair as he filled and stretched her. His penetration sent out dazzling sparking fingers into her loins along with the delicious friction of his as his adamantine flesh invaded hers, meeting and overcoming the resistance with masculine power and vitality. She clutched at his ass, her eyelids fluttering and the small of her back twitching as she processed the riot of delightful sensations that came with him finding her core. She pulled him tighter to her as he slowly rocked his hips and she slowly circled hers as they adjusted to each other with little sounds of strain and enjoyment.
He must have raised his head because his breath bathed her lips instead of her neck and she lazily lifted her lids to find his intensely earnest eyes staring into hers. The moment froze, their bodies connected and synced, both of them breathing slow and deep, pulses echoing each other as their hearts beat their and blood sang. It was a beautiful, intimate moment of peace and calm, but the eye of a storm she wanted to be swept up by. She could see the desire in his eyes too, the pent up passion making him look almost feral with intensity and more masculine than she had ever seen him. A smile of anticipation curved her lips and then she slowly, almost imperceptibly nodded, and sucking in deep breathes, his eyes blazing acknowledgement, they began to move.
It took a little experimenting, but they soon found a pounding rhythm that had the shelving rocking behind her, sending assorted things crashing to the floor as he pounded into her and she flexed and braced to meet him. Electrifying pleasure surged into her with each retreat and advance of his thick, long shaft. Her hands clutched at his shoulders and the back of his neck. His hand fondled, pushed and pulled at the curves of her ass and she was sure she'd have ten little bruises, five on either cheek in the morning, but she didn't care, it felt wonderful. Their lips met for short sharp kisses of tongues tasted and teeth tests skin when and wherever they could find it.
Their moans, groans, gasps, whines and cries mingled with words of endearment and declarations of demand and delight. He was commanding, powerful and unyielding in his taking of her, his pelvis meeting hers again and again with shockwaves of collision that propelled the pleasure from his driving shaft out into the rest of her in magnificent jolts and she reveled in it. The material of her dress clung and scraped and chafed against her blazing and sweaty skin, a strange added caress that was in some ways enjoyable and in others irritating as she worked to match him stroke for stroke.
He let go of her ass with one of his hands and somehow managed to get one sleeve of her dress off her shoulder, which in turn allowed him to free one of her breasts. Abby gasped and her shoulders banged hard into the shelving behind her as her back arched when his hungry mouth latched onto her swollen, distended nipple and started sucking on it. Each delicious pull of his lips sealing to her skin and drawing her in, with his tongue wetly swirling around her turgid, tingling teat was a live wire connection to her centre. It made her buck as she clenched and constricted around his manhood, which increased the friction of his thrusts and charged the dynamo of sexual energy growing in her molten core.
His hand moved under her arm and up over her shoulder blade until it hooked over the top of her shoulder to that he was partially pulling her tighter to his wonderful, sucking mouth and down onto his thrusting shaft. More things fell from the shelves and clattered to the floor as he went faster and harder and she held on for the ride as her climax built exponentially. A growing rumble issued from his throat and vibrated his lips against her flesh, breathing hard through flared nostrils, as his strokes got shallower and faster.
"Just... Just a little... A little more." Abby whined, shocked at the rough, needy quality of her voice, but she was so close and she knew he was too. His teeth held and stretched her stiff nipple with a sizzling sensation that played the fine line between pleasure and pain before letting go as he lifted his head. His face was flushed and she loved the wild, feral look he flashed her and the low growl that issued from his lips. She liked this caveman, sexed-up version of McGee who bared and gritted his teeth, tightened his grip on her ass and kept pumping.
Her climax built and built, energy pooling at her core, pulsing and testing the confines of her flexing, quivering flesh. Her quivers became tremors as he drew back and then slammed back in with a full-length, impaling stroke and then the dam burst. Abby wordlessly screamed her release to the ceiling as her spine curved into a taut bow and her sex clamped down on him. Her toes curled in her boots and her fingers clutched hard at his shoulders as she shuddered from the amazing stimulation of the powerful blast of pure bliss that ignited in her loins and rocketed through her body on rolling waves of electric fire.
His hips continued to pump, banging and grinding against her clit and lancing through her constricted, flooding flesh to renew the wondrous sensations, and then he was clutching her tight to him with a roar of release. He joined the liquid heat of his essence with hers in heavy, bucking spurts and strained grunts. Her own climax rampaged through her body, a delightful torture of intense, pleasurable sensations running across stretched and sensitized nerves to keep her heart racing and her blood singing in her ears as she panted with the need for breath she couldn't hold to cool her burning lungs or feed her straining, twitching muscles.
They shuddered against each other, breathing hard as the intensity of their shared orgasms slowly faded and her spine unlocked even as her sex still rippled around his throbbing shaft. He groaned and she whimpered a little as his dick lurched in the tight but steamy, slippery confines of her intimate flesh and his hands relaxed, cradling her ass instead of clutching them. She felt drenched with sweat, little rivulets tickling her still-heated skin as they slid along it in random places. Her dress clung to her uncomfortably as she drew in large shuddering drafts of air to catch her breath.
She moaned, smiled and cradled the back of his head as he pressed his lips to her skin for a moment and then rested the side of his face on the upper slope of her chest, the top of his head under her chin. They stayed that way for a while, simply luxuriating in each other as heart rates and breathing returned to normal. Abby couldn't stop herself from whining or squirming against him as he began to shrink and retreat from inside her and her channel clenched instinctively to stop him. A similar sound escaped him before she felt him take a deep breath and raise his head.
His face was still flushed, but the eyes that met hers were steady and although they still held a shadow of the blaze of desire that had flared so wonderfully and dramatically, her steadfast friend was more or less back. She smiled at him and he smiled back as she uncurled and slid her leg off his hip and blindly found the shelf her other foot was on. They both groaned as she took some of her weight and he pulled out of her. She was surprised by the volume of their combined juices that trickled slowly out of her and down the inside of her thigh.
"Abby, wow, that was... Wow." He noted in an awed voice and a wry, amazed chuckle. His hands were still on her ass and she deliberately settled herself into their warm grasp.
"That's a good way to put it. Wow... I didn't know you could... You've been holding out on me, Timmy... You're... Wow." She agreed and then found herself making a rather poor attempt at quantifying the way he had been and how it made her feel, how it was still making her feel. Her smile widened as he squared his shoulders with pride.
"So... What happens now?" He wondered softly as the silence stretched out between them. She worried at her lower lip. The physical exertion and sexual satiation had drained her, but at the same time she was energized and a little shocked that the sweet itch in her loins that had been so thoroughly scratched was amazingly pulsing back to life. The responsible thing to do was to get off the shelf, disengage from him, reassure him that everything was okay and make her way home for a hot shower and then a cold one, but... She still didn't want to be alone and she wanted to explore what she had found in him and what it seemed to have awakened in her. She worried at her lower lip.
"What do you want to happen now?" She answered his question with one of her own out of indecision. He became very still and serious as he contemplated her query.
"Are you okay... With, what we just did?" He asked quietly, his eyes searching hers.
"Yes." She answered without hesitation and a firm nod. She was a little surprised as he shifted his grip higher to her waist and guided her off the shelf and set her on her feet before removing his hands from under her dress and stepping back. He wasn't fully erect, but he still stuck slick and proudly out of the fly of his undone pants.
"Timothy..." She began, but he stopped her by holding up his hand and then lightly pressing his finger to her lips to ensure her silence. It took effort not to nip or lick at his finger. His expression remained thoughtful and then he nodded before his eyes locked with hers.
"I... I want more. A lot more." He informed her. His voice was soft, but steady, even though a blaze of desire mingled with the honest openness and care in his eyes. His words were both a definitive statement and an open-ended plea. The ball was in her court, she could leave and she was sure they'd be okay, but she wanted the same thing he did and she had the distinct impression he wasn't just talking about the here and now.
"I... I want more too, that was really good sex, but I also want to remain just good friends. Can you do that, Timothy?" She stated honestly before stating the reason for her hesitance. She'd had her experiences as a wild child in her youth and a free spirit, and she had the ability to separate love from sex, but with him, things were more complicated. What they had done so far could be rationalized as a response to a unique situation as she already had, but if they continued it would be a conscious choice to satisfy their sexual needs and curiosities without excuse.
"I believe we can." He responded firmly and sincerely after a thoughtful pause and she loved that he actually took the time to think before answering after he had already stated his preference. They seemed to weigh and measure each other for several moments. They knew what they wanted from each other, but they also knew that there were consequences and complications to a friends with benefits relationship.
"If either of us says its over, it ends. Finito. No questions asked. No reasons need be provided. No recriminations. We don't let it interfere with our work. We keep it discreet. No one else knows, like, ever." She stipulated, setting simple ground rules and acknowledged that what she wanted was more than just about continuing to spend the night together.
"You mean I don't get to tell Tony? Then what's the point?" He wondered with a comically, overly dramatic expression of exasperation while throwing up his hands. She stared and then blinked at him in shocked surprised before laughter bubbled up out of her. He joined her moments later and their shared mirth caused the uncomfortable tension that had been growing between them shattered. It took them a little while to compose themselves.
"Come on, Abbs. Of course. All of that goes without saying. Besides, Gibbs would literally kill me if he ever found out what we just did or the things I would like to do to, with and for you." He confirmed, the timbre of his voice changing, along with the way he looked at her that made all kinds of promises and gave her all sorts of interesting mental images. Those images and her physical reactions so soon after having those same reactions so thoroughly serviced and satisfied were the last piece in the puzzle. For, however long it lasted, she was going to enjoy this new evolution of their friendship and she didn't thing she'd regret it.
"Timothy, I think, I'd like you to take me to bed now." She told him without a hint of uncertainty and held out her hand to him with an encouraging smile.
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