Vintage (Prompt 1, Gibbs/Abby)
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fic_variationsTitle: Vintage
Author: Jane (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Rating: G
Words: 541
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fic_variations Prompt/Claim: Time..Gibbs/Abby
Spoilers: None.
Author's Notes: Because I wanted Abby dressed up and I love the shoes Beyonce wears on the cover of The Pink Panther. Men don't like to wait, and Gibbs is the same. 8/10.
Abby could hear him downstairs. He was a typical guy, he hated to wait and she was not ready to go. Her eye make-up was not going as planned. Gibbs could pace for as long as he liked. She wasn't leaving the bathroom until her make-up matched. This was punishment for trying something different.
She continued to slowly sweep the brush across her eye lid, checking her progress. She turned the stereo up a little more and sang along.
Abby stood straight and checked her eyes. They finally matched each other. The sparkling pink was a highlight to the dark black. Her mascara was next.
"ABBY!"
She rolled her eyes and finished her eyes. She dug out her three favorite lipsticks and glanced in the mirror.
"I'm leaving!"
Black, red, or dark red? There was a gloss she bought on a whim that might be perfect for the dress. She opted for the red with a heavy dose of the clear gloss. With an adjustment to the polka dot headband and a shake of her bangs, she smiled. Perfect. She spritzed on some perfume, a woman's most important accessory, before flipping off the light.
"Any day now, Abby!"
"I thought you had already left!" She scooped her black velvet bag from the end of the bed and stuck her feet in a pair of heels. Ziva had told her all about how wonderful heels could be, and she actually enjoyed the Jimmy Choo's she wore to court. In a boutique one afternoon she spotted the vintage polka dot pumps.
Abby grinned as she left the bedroom. Gibbs was sitting at the foot of the staircase, with a coffee mug in hand.
"About time Abby. We're going to be late."
She took the mug from his hand and set it in the kitchen sink. She turned on the porch light and waited for him to pull on his jacket. Gibbs held the car door open for her, a habit of his she liked. Inside the car was warm and common for them. His long coat lay across her lap.
Abby rested her arm against the back of his seat, her hand at his neck.
"Did you get the presents?"
"In the car, half an hour ago, when we were supposed to be," he answered her, his eyes darting across the window.
She tasted the melon gloss when she stuck her tongue out at him. "It takes quality time to look this good."
"I'm sure Ducky will approve."
Her fingers found his earlobe and tugged gently. "I'm sure Tony will notice."
His eyes cut into her quickly before his fingers found hers. Against his thigh, his fingers traced around plastic rings and tattoos.
Abby climbed from the car and handed him his coat. She took the presents and began the trek to the restaurant. Her hips sashayed as her feet adjusted to the heels. The vintage black dress with just the right amount of tule danced around her calves.
Gibbs' arm on her elbow stopped her with a turn towards him.
"I noticed."
Her grin dimpled her cheeks as she stepped into his chest. "And you didn't want to wait."
"Don't like waiting." His fingers indented her skin. "But I like the result."
Author: Jane (
brightillusions)Rating: G
Words: 541
fic_variations Prompt/Claim: Time..Gibbs/AbbySpoilers: None.
Author's Notes: Because I wanted Abby dressed up and I love the shoes Beyonce wears on the cover of The Pink Panther. Men don't like to wait, and Gibbs is the same. 8/10.
Abby could hear him downstairs. He was a typical guy, he hated to wait and she was not ready to go. Her eye make-up was not going as planned. Gibbs could pace for as long as he liked. She wasn't leaving the bathroom until her make-up matched. This was punishment for trying something different.
She continued to slowly sweep the brush across her eye lid, checking her progress. She turned the stereo up a little more and sang along.
Abby stood straight and checked her eyes. They finally matched each other. The sparkling pink was a highlight to the dark black. Her mascara was next.
"ABBY!"
She rolled her eyes and finished her eyes. She dug out her three favorite lipsticks and glanced in the mirror.
"I'm leaving!"
Black, red, or dark red? There was a gloss she bought on a whim that might be perfect for the dress. She opted for the red with a heavy dose of the clear gloss. With an adjustment to the polka dot headband and a shake of her bangs, she smiled. Perfect. She spritzed on some perfume, a woman's most important accessory, before flipping off the light.
"Any day now, Abby!"
"I thought you had already left!" She scooped her black velvet bag from the end of the bed and stuck her feet in a pair of heels. Ziva had told her all about how wonderful heels could be, and she actually enjoyed the Jimmy Choo's she wore to court. In a boutique one afternoon she spotted the vintage polka dot pumps.
Abby grinned as she left the bedroom. Gibbs was sitting at the foot of the staircase, with a coffee mug in hand.
"About time Abby. We're going to be late."
She took the mug from his hand and set it in the kitchen sink. She turned on the porch light and waited for him to pull on his jacket. Gibbs held the car door open for her, a habit of his she liked. Inside the car was warm and common for them. His long coat lay across her lap.
Abby rested her arm against the back of his seat, her hand at his neck.
"Did you get the presents?"
"In the car, half an hour ago, when we were supposed to be," he answered her, his eyes darting across the window.
She tasted the melon gloss when she stuck her tongue out at him. "It takes quality time to look this good."
"I'm sure Ducky will approve."
Her fingers found his earlobe and tugged gently. "I'm sure Tony will notice."
His eyes cut into her quickly before his fingers found hers. Against his thigh, his fingers traced around plastic rings and tattoos.
Abby climbed from the car and handed him his coat. She took the presents and began the trek to the restaurant. Her hips sashayed as her feet adjusted to the heels. The vintage black dress with just the right amount of tule danced around her calves.
Gibbs' arm on her elbow stopped her with a turn towards him.
"I noticed."
Her grin dimpled her cheeks as she stepped into his chest. "And you didn't want to wait."
"Don't like waiting." His fingers indented her skin. "But I like the result."
