Theme: First Kiss.
Disclaimer: Not for Profit.
A/N: They don't need much to make it a good day.
stagesoflove Round Three.
It was the one thing she couldn't get a hang of. And that had pissed her off in so many ways. Gibbs had simply smiled and told her some things took time.
Abby came over with food and music on a Saturday afternoon. She was dressed to work and wanted to jump in.
Gibbs had laughed, opened them both a beer and sat down. He began to tell her all he things that go into making a boat. The correct way to sand, how to use a plane.
Gibbs could see the longer he talked, the more bored she became. But not once did Abby interrupt or complain.
Finally he smiled and waved her over. He stood her in front of one of the beams and picked up the sandpaper. Gibbs slid his right hand over hers and pressed it to the wood. His other hand rested at her waist and his chest was against her back.
"You have to go with the grain of the wood." His fingers left hers long enough to find the right path on the wood. Soon he had her hand working the right way and the smell of sawdust wafted around them.
His chin dropped to her shoulder as she continued to work. He liked Abby's company because they didn't have to do much of anything to enjoy their time. She was easy going and did not demand his time. He liked where this thing was going, although he wasn't sure what it was.
Gibbs could feel Abby's eyes on him as she continued to dutifully sand the wood.
He lifted his head from her shoulder and looked at her. Abby leaned over and slowly pressed her lips to his.
The shock wore off as his free hand drifted to the back of her neck. The sandpaper slipped from her fingers as she linked their hands together.
The room was full of late afternoon sunlight and sawdust. It smelled like Abby's perfume and beer.
It was perfect.