|dusty (dustandroses) wrote in dustyrydersrecs,|
@ 2006-01-31 05:47:00
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|Entry tags:||abby, angst, author: blueraccoon/rebecca, bdsm, bondage, dom/sub, fandom: ncis, first time, gibbs, gibbs/abby, gibbs/abby/tony, gibbs/dinozzo, het, hurt/comfort, nc17, ot3, pretty damn good, slash, tony|
Series: Applied Psychology
Author: Rebecca (blueraccoon)
Genre: Slash, Het, Angst, Drama, Smut, First Time, Hurt/Comfort
Pairing: Gibbs/Abby, Gibbs/Abby/Tony, Gibbs/Tony
Warnings: BDSM, Dom/sub, bondage
Spoilers: At least through Frame Up, Season 3, Episode 9
Notes: There may be those of you out there wondering why I'm rec'ing a series that (for the first three parts, at least) is exclusively Het. Yeah, I'm wondering that myself. Well, no, I'm not really wondering - there are a bunch of good reasons: Rebecca wrote it; it's BDSM, with a heavy dose of Dom/sub; it's not only got Gibbs in it, but it's got Abby, too. Those are all pretty damn good reasons on their own. And then, she brings Tony into the mix in Control Theory and okay, I'm hooked. I tried to fight it. I didn't read any of them for the longest time, but I finally sucumbed, and here I am, the very next week, rec'ing it for the second week in a row. (I rec'd it last Wednesday, in my Smut Day post, so some of you may have seen this already. Sorry.)
This rec has taken forever to write. Why, you ask? Because as I added each fic to the listing above, I re-read it. Yeah. I couldn't help myself. Well, that just means it really must belong here, right? Since I only rec fic I'm willing to read more than once. It definitely belongs here. There's a very strong D/s theme, and you know by now how I feel about that. And I absolutely adore Abby, so this series really makes me happy all the way around. When she added Tony into the mix, Rebecca added a good dollop of angst and a plot line that extends past the bedroom. Not essential for me, but it makes things interesting. I love fic that are focused around Tony; I find his character fascinating, so that's even a bigger plus.
Jeez - I can't thing of anything about these fic that I don't like (well, except for that icky het thing, but hey, for Abby, I can even go for some het - I can deal with that.) So I suggest you try them for yourself, and Enjoy!
ETA: The link at the top of the page is to the tag to the Applied Psychology Series on Rebecca's Journal. She has recently aquired a website and has added more fic to this series, but for some reason, I can't link to the page that has all of her Applied Psychology fic listed. So here's a link to the first one (Pavlovian Response), and they are linked together after that. Or you can go to her main NCIS page and on the right at the bottom, right above the link to the "60 Seconds" pieces is the link to the Applied Psychology Series.
The buckle was new, and stiff, and Abby cursed as it refused to fasten. A loose strand of hair got caught in the metal and she yelped when it got yanked out of her head.
"Damnit, Gibbs, don't do that to me!" Abby turned and glared at him. "The stupid thing's stuck."
"I thought you were already wearing one of these today. Want some help?" Gibbs raised an eyebrow.
"I was. This one's different--I'm going out tonight." With a sigh, she turned around again. "Can you fix it?"
She *felt* Gibbs' smile as he crossed the lab to her. "Is this comfortable?" he asked, holding it in place. His fingers brushed the back of her neck and--whoa, that was something she so wasn't thinking about.
"It's--it's fine," she said, praying he didn't notice the strangled note in her voice.
He buckled the collar, making sure it was settled around her throat before letting go. And again, his fingers brushed over the nape of her neck. Abby couldn't quite hide the gasp that time. "Don't do that!"
"Do what, Abs?"
She turned to look at him warily. There was a note in his voice she hadn't heard before, and when she saw his face her internal radar went off. That amused, not-quite-arrogant look--she'd seen that before. The last man she'd played with had the same look, just before..."Um--you're in my way," she managed.
Gibbs smiled and stepped out of the way, gesturing. "So where are you going tonight?"
"It's just a party. Nothing special." She tugged the bands out of her hair and ran her fingers through it. "And I'm going to be late."
"And we wouldn't want that," Gibbs said solemnly.
"Gibbs, what is going on?" Abby demanded. "What--" She shook her head. "What are you doing down here anyway?"
"I came to say goodnight," Gibbs said, walking over to her. "Is there a problem with that?"
"No sir," she said automatically, getting her coat.
Oh, holy fuck. Her head snapped up and she stared at Gibbs, realizing what she'd just said. "You--"
He smiled slightly. "That an automatic response or a trained one?"
"It--" Abby swallowed. "Your voice," she said shakily. "It--it was your voice."
"I know that. I'm asking if it was an automatic response or one you've learned."
"Both, s--" She caught herself that time. "Some things are innate."
"They are." Gibbs raised an eyebrow. "Don't look so surprised, Abby. Or did you think I was as clueless about sexuality as I am about popular culture?"
"I--I never thought about it." Abby's fingers tightened in the leather of her coat. "And this is a really, really weird discussion to be having here."
"It is." Gibbs smiled again. "Come," he said, holding out his hand. "I'll buy you a cup of coffee."
"Come have a cup of coffee with me," Gibbs said matter-of-factly.
She bit her lip. "Gibbs, what do you want?"
"I'd say it's more a question of what you want," Gibbs told her. "When was the last time you played, Abs--and meant it?"
"Not for a while," she admitted. "Lately it's just..." She shrugged. "Hasn't been worth it."
"McGee not enough?"
"Too vanilla. I mean, he's not completely vanilla, but...not enough for me." Abby wrinkled her nose.
Gibbs took one step toward her, tipping her chin up with a finger. "I am," he said evenly.
Oh. God. Abby swallowed. "Gibbs--"
"Shh," he murmured. "One word, Abby. Yes or no?"
Her mouth was dry as dust. "Yes," she whispered, shivering all over.
I rate these fic: Pretty Damn Good