"Tony, don't be ridiculous." Abby managed to get the words out through a series of laughing fits as he got up off the couch, turning to face her and shaking his head. She was reduced to another set of giggles as he began to pull off his shirt, tossing it to the side and grinning at her. She tried to contain her amusement, biting on her lip as she gave him the best attempt at an irritated look as she could possible.
"Come on," he said, waving with his hand for her to get up. "I've been working at the gym for months now, I can handle it. Hit me with your best shot."
"Are we really quoting cheesy 80s pop music now?" she said as she pulled herself up from the couch herself, her PJs covering her feet due to the fact that they were far too long, just the way she liked them. She shuffled over to him, poking his stomach, grinning at the muscle she found there and trying not to laugh again. "I'm not hitting you. I know you tried to get McGee to earlier, he warned me about this. Ziva wasn't even willing."
"She pretended. You could at least pretend."
She snorted, reaching up to place a kiss against his cheek. "I'm glad you're super proud of your almost six pack, Tony. But until you get that stubborn little line to become a little less stubborn, I'm not hitting it."
"Is that a challenge?" he said, quirking an eyebrow as he looked down at her.
"Might be," she said with a shrug, her hand going out to trace over said stubborn line. She smirked as she watched him shiver at the touch, before pulling away entirely and heading for her room. "It was a long case day, you know. I'm going to head to bed, okay?"
"Fine, fine," he said as he grabbed his shirt off the floor. "I should probably head back to my place anyway." He went to pull the clothing back on, running a hand through his hair to tame it after. "Consider that challenge accepted, though," he called after her retreating back. "A few months time, and you're totally going to punch me in the gut."
