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Title: Opening Night
By: nancy
Pairing: Abby/Kate
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: kink, bondage, D/s, graphic f/f sex
Summary: Abby takes Kate on a walk to the wild side.

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It was hard to think about what had gotten her to this point. Kate wasn't all that sure she could think about it without squirming in discomfort about what it said of her personality. She stared at Abby's bed with its myriad accoutrements in a combination of anticipation and dread, excitement and fear. Just the fact that she was in Abby's bedroom with the intent of doing more than picking out clothes for a night out had had her stomach filled with butterflies on the entire ride over. And now she was there, alone, waiting for Abby to lock up and do whatever else she might need to do so that they wouldn't be disturbed.

"You look tense, Kate."

Kate jumped a little, then gave a nervous laugh. "Well, maybe a little."

The smile that slid across Abby's lips reminded Kate distinctly of Gibbs when he had a guilty perp dead-to-rights. It was...anticipatory...to say the least. Her hair was down and the bedroom lighting made Abby seem paler than normal. She'd gotten rid of the leather jacket and ass-kicking boots somewhere and was now dressed only in a snug t-shirt and tight jeans. "Nothing to be nervous about, Katie, just a little comfort between friends is all."

For some reason, the solicitous words dried Kate's throat the rest of the way. It was probably the gleam in those pale eyes as they roamed over her body. Clearing her throat, Kate made an uncomfortable gesture and observed, "Interesting décor, Abs."

Abby eyed her silently for a moment, then closed the distance and trailed a finger from Kate's right temple down her cheek and over to her lips. Lightly outlining it with a fingernail, Abby said, "In here, it's Lady Abby or you keep silent. Matter of fact, I think you need some quiet time anyhow, so no more words. Understand me Katie?"

Kate opened her mouth to answer in the affirmative, but then closed it again, realizing it was a trick question.

Grinning in delight, Abby gently pinched her lower lip and said, "This is going to be fun. Strip for me, Katie."

God. She hadn't been called Katie since her first boyfriend. It was more than a little disconcerting to hear it from Abby's lips and she tried to figure out a way to protest without saying anything, but couldn't. A light tap to her ass startled her and, accustomed to obeying orders, Kate's fingers automatically moved to undress herself. The shirt was gone a few seconds later, floating to the floor, and she was left in bra, skirt, nylons and shoes.

"Very nice," Abby purred, walking around behind Kate.

Shifting nervously when strong, slender arms slid around her waist, Kate didn't really move, waiting for the next order. Warm lips ghosted over her bare shoulder and up her throat, stopping only to suck lightly on her earlobe. Kate shivered, goosebumps erupting all over. Gentle hands cupped her breasts from below, weighing them individually and squeezing lightly and provoking another reaction, this time a strong shudder of sensation.

After they'd joked about this a few times over the last few weeks, Kate had been intrigued enough to question Abby fairly seriously about her 'lifestyle;' both the lesbian and BDSM aspects. To her surprise, Abby had taken her seriously, answering her questions openly and without hesitation. And then had proceeded to turn the tables by interviewing Kate about why she was asking.

At first, Kate hadn't really had any answers, too nervous to delve, but Abby had persisted. Was it simple curiosity? Sexual curiosity? Was she looking for someone to tell her what to do? Did she want to be in charge? How did she want to be treated? What were her most recent sexual encounters like? Did she go for a certain kind of personality when it came to simple sexual gratification, and was it different from the men she'd considered romantic possibilities?

The phone conversation had lasted half the night and, by the end of it, they'd agreed that if there wasn't an open case, they'd go to Abby's place after work and 'play' for the weekend. Abby would be in complete control of everything, up to and including Kate's behavior and correcting it if she felt it to be necessary. They'd settled on a safe word and Abby had given clear instructions on how to make sure Kate was clean, inside and out. The last part had been the most embarrassing thing to get through. She'd never personally done an enema and didn't douche unless something was wrong.

"Puritanical Catholic upbringing," Abby had teased. "Don't worry, Kate, by the time I'm through with you, there's no body part that will embarrass you."

That parting shot had been laced with enough promise that she'd had to masturbate furiously before going to sleep.

A painful twist to her nipple shocked a gasp from Kate and she jumped in Abby's arms.

"Mmm. Responsive. Nice," Abby murmured, biting sharply on her ear. "Time to get rid of the rest of your clothes, little girl."

Kate stiffened at the diminutive. She opened her mouth to protest that even more than the 'Katie' when her nipple was twisted viciously and she cried out instead, breast throbbing. The other finger tightened on her left nipple, but didn't actually cause pain. Breathing heavy in reaction, Kate waited.

Nuzzling her throat, Abby informed her softly, "I don't tolerate disobedience, little girl, and I'll call you whatever the fuck I want. If I call you a slut, or a cunt, or a bitch, I expect you to acknowledge and do whatever I tell you to do at the time. You belong to me for the next two days, little girl, and I intend to have my fun."

Logically, Kate knew that she could leave any time she wanted. She was actually stronger than Abby, not to mention trained in multiple hand-to-hand combat schools, and could overpower her whenever she wanted. But there was something in her voice, something in the aura of power that surrounded her, that held Kate still. It started a trembling throughout her body and suddenly, Kate felt very much like a little girl, unsure of herself and the situation. Always before, she'd been in control. Always before, she had led the men in and out of her bed and they'd loved it.

Soft kisses pressed to her shoulder and Abby's hands stroked in soothing movements over Kate's midriff as she murmured, "But I won't have to do that, will I, baby girl? Because I know you want to please me."

Kate found herself nodding in almost pathetic eagerness.

"Good. Take off the rest of your clothes and put them over on that chair. I have some calls to make, so make yourself comfortable on the bed until I get back."

And just like that, Abby was gone, leaving Kate alone with her whirling thoughts and trembling body. Taking several deep breaths to calm down, Kate got undressed the rest of the way and set the clothes neatly on the chair by the wall. Crossing back to the bed, Kate hesitantly climbed onto the monster thing and wondered what Abby meant by 'comfortable.' Deciding to take the other woman at her word, Kate pulled the covers down and climbed under them, pulling them up tight.

It was like surrounding herself in Abby, the delicate perfume and musky scent mingling pleasantly, relaxing Kate despite the situation of being naked in her best friend's bed. Sighing deeply, Kate snuggled around a pillow and waited for Abby's return.

*  *  *  *

Abby groaned as she sucked in massive breaths to calm the rapid pounding of her heart. Or to seriously get herself high on oxygen. Either one would help a lot. Getting a grip, she squirmed at the wetness that was already soaking her jeans and grimaced. She was going to have a shitload of laundry to do come Monday, no doubt about that.

Tempted to call Gibbs, Abby resisted for a couple of reasons. She couldn't let him know about Kate's foray into this side of sex until Kate was comfortable enough with it to tell him herself. Or, really, anyone for that matter. Still, it would've been good to have some steadying words from the man who pretty much knew how to do and handle everything.

Calming down, Abby knew that she should have taken some extra time up front to get into a deeper headspace, but the lure of Kate in her bedroom had been too strong. She'd wanted to just push her down and fuck her brains out, make her come until she was screaming with it, over and over. So now she made up for that eagerness by going to the hall bathroom, stripping down and cleaning up.

That done, she padded silently back into the bedroom. Kate was a lump under the blankets, but she couldn't be sure of why until she went closer to look. And she couldn't do that just yet, still not quite in the right frame of mind. It was all about the sub, after all, taking care of her baby girl, no matter who it might be at the time. That it was Kate only made Abby want to do everything as close to perfect as humanly possible. She knew just how much the other woman was trusting her to take this step and had vowed to preserve that trust at all costs.

The hope chest set against the far wall served a dual purpose of toy chest and table. And since she never truly felt like a Dom until she was wearing her 'outfit,' Abby pulled it out of its special drawer. She tightened the clasp in place and sighed deeply when the silver chain mail slid down in a V between her breasts, the cool metal warming quickly to her skin. Next were matching quasi-gloves, rings sliding over her middle fingers and a chain clasped into place around her wrist so that the backs of her hands were covered in chain mail, but her palms remained free. Last, but certainly not least, was a similar headpiece that covered her forehead but held pearls at the link ends instead of more metal.

Looking at herself in the mirror over the hope chest, Abby just stared at her reflection until the temperature inside matched cool look in her eyes. She was completely in control. She could, and would, do anything that she wanted to the woman lying in her bed. Any pleading for mercy would be considered, but bequeathed or not at her own discretion. Punishment would be meted out calmly and with only the amount of severity the infraction deserved.

This was, ultimately, about pleasure. And about giving Kate what she needed to get rid of those demons that had steadily grown over the last six months at work and home. Abby had seen them crowd closer and closer to her best friend and had had to stand by because Kate wouldn't confide in her. Kate refused to give herself the catharsis that she so clearly needed, so Abby was going to give it to her.

Whether she wanted it, or not.

That thought in mind, Abby allowed a small smile to surface as she walked back to the bed, to her slave.

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Kate was drowsing, but not really asleep, when gentle hands pulled the blankets from her. She sighed deeply and twisted half onto her back to look up at Abby. A gasp escaped at the transformation of her friend into a medieval Goddess that stared down at her with an erotic little smile playing around her lips. A light switch had been flipped at some point and instead of the regular lights, there was what could only be termed soft mood lighting left. It caught and glinted off the metal that adorned Abby's body and Kate licked her lips at the incredible sight, instantly wanting to touch and taste.

Okay. So maybe she was more of a lesbian than she'd thought.

"Arms over your head, baby girl."

Kate did so dumbly, eyes locked onto the way Abby's breasts moved as she leaned over Kate and stretched an arm out before buckling something leather around it. Surprised, Kate looked up to find a soft, worn leather cuff and gave an experimental tug.

Looking at her thoughtfully, Abby asked, "Do you need to use your safeword? You said you weren't sure about the bondage part after being tied up one too many times on the job."

This was so very different from anything else she'd ever experienced, that Kate shook her head. Pleased, Abby kissed her forehead before walking around the bed to do the same to her other arm. Kate tugged on that one as well, but there was no give.

Abby looked at her a moment longer then announced, "I think that's good for now. Time for me to take my new toy for a test drive."

Not sure what to expect, Kate just lay there as Abby climbed onto the bed and then straddled her hips. Flashing a grin that was pure Abby, the other woman leaned forward and started massaging Kate. Strong, slightly callused fingers worked over her body literally from head to foot. As Abby rubbed at her temples, her breasts hung within a tempting distance and Kate couldn't help herself; she sucked lightly on the nearest one.

Abby chuckled, a deep, wicked sound, even as she pulled out of Kate's mouth and scolded, "That's going to warm your backside for sure, taking liberties like that. You get that one as a freebie, since I didn't actually tell you not to touch without permission yet, but that's it. Consider yourself warned, baby girl."

Kate nodded, unable to suppress the grin that surfaced. It felt like the load she'd been carrying alone for so long was lightening all on its own, just by truly connecting with someone she cared about, like Abby. Maybe just because it was Abby, she didn't know and didn't care just then.

From the temples, Abby expanded into a scalp massage through Kate's hair that had her moaning in pleasure. The back of her neck was next and from there, her shoulders and each arm in turn. By the time Abby teased and rubbed her breasts until her nipples were hard points, Kate was not only boneless, but leaking from the pleasure.

"You look so beautiful like this, baby girl, so beautiful," Abby murmured, massaging a palm before bringing a finger up to suck on. "You feel good?"

"Oh yeah," Kate breathed without thinking.

Abby's evil chuckle told her that she'd done something wrong, then Kate remembered that she wasn't supposed to speak and groaned. "We'll get to that later, don't worry."

The promise was laced with lust and Kate had to swallow against a dry throat as she nodded.

Abby returned to her massage, scooting down to work out the ab muscles and then the hips. That brought her in contact with Kate's mound and the massage continued...on the inside. Moaning, Kate spread her legs further in silent pleading for more. It was far too brief, though, and wet fingers moved on to thighs, rubbing strongly, and down to calves, finally finishing at her feet. Kate jerked at the ticklish sensation, but Abby kept hold of her foot and the pressure actually brought tears to her eyes.

"Acupressure point," Abby murmured before picking up the other leg to repeat the entire process, down to the toes.

Kate sniffled, wiping her eyes at her shoulder so she could see clearly. It wasn't just the acupressure getting to her that had gathered the moisture. She hadn't been touched with so much...affection and care...in a very long time.

Seeing how unsettled she was, Abby released Kate's foot and climbed up the bed, curling up around Kate and nuzzling at her breast as she said, "I'm going to take such good care of you, pretty baby. I'm going to make you feel like the most cherished and loved woman on the planet. You deserve it, baby girl, you really do."

Kate shook her head and buried her face against the warm throat.

Tender fingers combed through her hair as Abby murmured, "You don't need to be strong here, Katie, because you're not in control of anything. Just feel. Let it all go. I promise I'll be here to put you back together."

And if she couldn't trust her best friend, who could she trust? When Abby held a tissue to her nose, Kate blew it like the little girl she kept being called and smiled tentatively at the other woman. A new tissue dabbed at her eyes, drying them, and then Abby kissed her mouth for the first time. It was strong and demanding and Kate opened to it immediately, eagerly. She sighed into it, Abby's kiss everything she'd ever thought it would be, when she'd allowed herself the daydream. Fingers played with her nipple as her mouth was devoured and the lassitude that had crept over her during the massage was fast banished.

The hand in her hair tightened painfully and Kate gasped, arching her head back where it was moved. Abby bit at the juncture of throat and shoulder, twisting her nipple with another vicious pinch. Crying out, Kate was suddenly panting for air as her body was sucked and bit and mauled by insanely talented hands and mouth.

Abby moved between her legs and Kate spread them without hesitation, giving her free access for whatever she wanted to do. Mouth busy on Kate's breasts, the rest of her covered Kate as she ground her pussy down. Jerking in surprised pleasure at the contact, Kate's hands wrapped around the chains holding her cuffs and struggled against them to no avail. Abby continued to fuck her, the only word Kate could use to describe what the other woman was doing, despite the lack of cock. She rocked hard against Kate, catching her clit at odd moments and sending jolts of pleasure through her.

She could feel it building inside and writhed under Abby's silent but insistent demands on her body. The other woman grunted over her and one hand reached back, pulling Kate's leg up and exposing her further. This time, the pressure on her clit was constant and she cried out in pleasure as Abby fucked her. Straining against the cuffs yielded no results except to feel even more out of control. It went on and on, Abby playing her body like a virtuoso, seeming to grow an extra hand with the sheer amount of caresses and torments that she visited upon Kate.

Orgasm slammed into her when Abby bit into her breast, not quite breaking the skin, but bruising it, marking it with her teeth. Arching, pulling on the chains with all her strength, Kate nearly bucked Abby off altogether as she came, eyes rolling back. Abby howled her own release, grinding down even harder onto Kate's pussy before collapsing on top of her, panting.

Completely dazed, Kate's heart thudded against her ribcage almost painfully heavy. Shudders ran through her, the aftershocks almost too much to deal with as another orgasm took her by surprise, causing her to cry out hoarsely. Abby jerked a few times against her, mouth sucking almost absently on the side of Kate's unmarked breast.

She didn't know how much longer it was before Abby stirred and moved off her. The cuffs were unbuckled and Kate immediately curled up in Abby's arms, clinging to her.

Soothing hands brushed over her head and down her sweaty back as Abby murmured, "It's okay, baby girl, everything's fine. You were so good for me, so perfect. Looked so beautiful for me, coming like that. Just rest now, close your eyes and relax. Let your body go and just drift. You're mine now, pretty baby, I'll keep you safe."

Kate's eyes closed almost of their own volition, the soft, steady murmur of Abby's voice pushing her down into a place she'd never before been. Sighing deeply, her body falling into lassitude, Kate nuzzled at Lady Abby's breast and drifted into sleep.

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