Author's Note: 100-word drabble written for The Muse Bunny's Prompt #8: Predatory. No spoilers; not set anywhere special continuity-wise. I sort of tried to do something with the style—let me know if it works! Also, even though I envision this to be McGee/Abby, other pairings could also fit. (McGee/Ziva or Tony/Ziva come to mind first.) And, though I wish it weren't so, my beta is M.I.A., so any mistakes (grammatical or otherwise) are mine alone. Cheers!
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Games We Play
by, Caliente
It was something in her eyes; how she watched him.
As if he were there to be studied—judged. As if he were her prey and she was just laying in wait for the right moment.
He wanted to tell her to stop. But then maybe she would. Or worse, maybe she would finally make that judgment.
And maybe he wouldn't like her decision.
So he let her. Let her watch. Let her devour him with her eyes. Pretended not to notice—not to care. Pretended he was unaffected.
That was the game and, because it was her, he played.