Pizza
Pizza. God knew how much he loved pizza, but there was something more from this meal that made it even better. A black haired, green eyed, short skirted something. She shifted slightly on the couch next to him, and looking down the spider web tattoo on her neck was clearly visible.
He loved that tattoo, well, truth be told he loved her in general. Everything about her displayed her slightly eccentric personality, the music, the clothes, it all just screamed, "HERE I AM! Take it or leave it!" And he chose to take it.
It was nothing huge, at least not yet, dinner and a movie, two or three times a week. If there was nothing good at the theater then they'd stay in, order pizza, and watch re-runs. Tonight was one of those nights; they were at his apartment.
She was curled up on the couch, sipping a Caff-Pow, eyes glued to the television. He was stretched out beside her, an arm around her shoulder. He watched her, while stifling a yawn; it was late, and they both had work in the morning.
"God, Tony, you're spending more time staring at me then you are the television," she said bluntly. Subtlety had never been one of her strong points, but apparently it wasn't one of his either. He blushed.
"You're more entertaining," he joked, although he personally thought this to be true.
"Stare all you want now, cause if Gibbs catches you at work…" she let the warning hang in the air.
"You're worth it," he said, playfully pulling one of her pigtails.
"Aww, thanks," she answered, just as playfully punching his arm. They lapsed into silence again, but gone was the awkward tension that had filled their first few nights together, to be replaced by a companionable quietness. There was no real need for words. Just to be there, together, alone, was enough. The TV droned on, but neither of them was really listening, instead each was lost in thought about the other.
Eventually she fell asleep, snuggled up against him. He smiled at her and gently moved out from under her, carefully moving her head from his chest, and onto a waiting pillow. After covering her up with his spare blanket, he softly kissed her forehead.
"Good night, Abby," he said, before turning off the light and leaving the room.
"G-night," she mumbled in a sleepy reply. It was her first night sleeping at his place, but definitely not the last.