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Title: Good Things and Miracles
By: sandersyager
Pairing: Abby Sciuto/Anthony DiNozzo/Jethro Gibbs
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: 042. Triangle
Word Count: 546
Summary: Abby, Tony, Gibbs, naked and in bed. PWP.
Author's Notes: blueraccoon asked for porn, and who am I to say no to her? Also, as usual written with fanfic100 in mind.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.


Beds are good things. Big beds that swallow three people in soft sheets and overstuffed pillows are really good things.

Gibbs drawing Abby’s nipple into his mouth while Tony adds a third finger to her cunt, his cock in Gibbs’ sure hand? That’s just this side of a miracle.

There’s a reason they’re here, a way they got to this moment, but that’s not the story. The real story is that Tony is fighting not to come as Gibbs rubs his thumb over the head of his dick, jerking him off in a painfully slow rhythm. Tony’s pushing Abby further than he thought she could go, her back arching, clit swollen. One of them is moaning, someone is whimpering, and it’s long ago ceased to matter who’s making what sounds.

What matters is Abby moving to take Gibbs’ erection in her mouth, one hand wrapped firmly around his shaft, those red lips closing in wet heat around him. Tony leans in to kiss Gibbs, breathing hunger and need into him, fucking his mouth with his tongue and leaving no room for any doubt that this is what they all need.

Abby concentrates on the task at hand, and the hand inside her, whining when Tony pulls out. She hears the sound of foil ripping, Tony’s hands on her hips, pulling her back. Gibbs touches her head, guiding her away.

“Let me watch,” he says hoarsely. Abby gasps as Tony pushes into her, Gibbs sliding from under her, stroking himself in time with Tony’s thrusts. She feels the way they both tremble, knowing neither will last much longer. She rests on one outstretched arm, and fingers her clit with her other hand.

Gibbs smiles at the sight next to him, Tony’s eyes closed tight, lips parted, and Abby’s cheeks flushed as she pushes back. She comes first, moaning deep in her throat, and twisting her hips into Tony.

“Fuck... so good... so hard...” she gasps, struggling to catch her breath as the first tremors slow. Tony glances at Gibbs then, licking his lips, tilting his head into Abby’s back as he pushes into her once, twice, and the third time is his charm. His orgasm is quiet, his face as open and vulnerable in that moment as Gibbs has ever seen him.

Abby curls next to Gibbs, head on his shoulder. Tony lies behind her, one hand lazily stroking her breasts. They both watch him, body tensed, hand poised.

“Come on, Gibbs, your turn,” Tony says softly, reaching across Abby to cover Gibbs’ hand with his own. Abby murmurs her agreement, sliding her thigh along Gibbs’, pressing her cunt against his hip.

She rocks slowly against him as he and Tony find a common pace. Gibbs goes taut beneath her, breath catching. He groans, pushing up against Tony’s palm, coming over both of their hands.
Tony waits until Gibbs releases his fingers, then kisses Abby’s shoulder as he rolls out of bed. Abby snuggles closer to Gibbs, tilting her mouth to meet his. The kiss is slow and sweet and Gibbs smiles sleepily at her and at Tony as he returns with washcloths.

“Nap now, think later?” Abby asks hopefully, pulling up the blankets. Gibbs nods and Tony shrugs, and Abby thinks beds are very good indeed.