Title:About Last Night
Chapter:Frog Legs
Author:Devylish
Genre:Romance/Humor
Fandom:NCIS
Pairing:Abby/Tony
Rating:PG- NC17 Chap 1 2 3 4,6 PG-13, Section 5 NC-17
Summary:Vegas: a city of lights and magic; add a little Tequila, and who knows what could happen.
Warnings:Erh… sex?
Disclaimer:I'm of the 'nothing ownage' world. Please don't sue!
Author's note:Beta'd by Lillaluv and ArwenAbigail, all remaining quirks/mistakes are mine, mine, mine!
Word count:7940 (total)
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"Well my dear…, Tony, I think I will be," Ducky hiccupped, "calling it a night. I'm afraid that I will be a little worse for the wear tomorrow if I don't get some water and sleep into my system shortly."
"Oh c'mon Ducky!" Tony leaned across Abby to pat the mature doctor on the shoulder. "It's only 9p.m. Come get something to eat with Abby and me…. My treat."
"Thank you, my boy, but I really think I should be going to bed. Besides, I honestly don't think my system could handle the lasagna you're aiming for, on top of all of the alcohol I've imbibed tonight. The alcohol would revolt, or the lasagna would revolt, and I'd much rather NOT suffer through either occurrence."
"Duuuucckkkky," Abby pouted pleadingly.
"No, no my dear. I insist… you two run off and enjoy your meal." He detangled himself from Abby's arm, and lifted her hand to his lips. Kissing the back of her hand, he nodded at Tony, and turned toward the hotel elevators. "Have fun you two," he offered in parting as he walked away.
Abby looked up at Tony with a sad pout on her face.
"Buck up Abs. You've still got me."
She smiled.
"And there's a big plate of lasagna somewhere out there calling our name."
"Lasagna!" Abby rubbed her hands together gleefully before grabbing Tony's hand and pulling him out the front doors of the hotel.
Heading down the street Abby teased Tony about his drinking prowess - or lack thereof. "I didn't know you were such a lightweight Tony!"
"Lightweight?! Nuh uh, you Abs, are just inhuman. I've seen sailors, bikers…, DRUNKS… who couldn't put as much down in one sitting as you did!"
"Oh stop! You're going to make me blush!" she taunted, "and my drinking skills in no way negate your being a lightweight!"
"I'm not a lightweight," Tony retorted mildly, "I just like to think that I've channeled my strengths into other areas."
"Channeled your –"
"Here, how about this place?" Tony pointed Abby toward an Italian eatery to their right.
"Smells good." She responded, following his lead, "and what did you mean?"
"What did I mean?" He looked down at her as they entered the restaurant. "About what?"
"Table for two?" The hostess asked.
"Yes please."
As they followed her to their table, Abby continued her inquiry, "Channeling your strengths? What strengths? What are Tony strengths?"
Tony placed his hand over his heart and mocked stumbling backwards. "What are my strengths? Abby Sciuto, I'm hurt. I'm really hurt. There are several things I am exceptionally good at." Tony held Abby's chair out for her. "Sex, cooking, sex, movie trivia… oh, and did I mention sex?" Tony walked to his side of the table.
"Gee, I think you forgot to mention sex, Tony." Abby said with a laugh.
Turning to the waitress who had just arrived at the table, Tony spoke, "Due vetri del vostro migliore Pinot Grigio per favore."
"Signore molto buon."
"Grazie."
"I don't know about following Tequila with Pinot Grigio Tony."
"Pinot Grigio goes with everything."
"Frog legs."
"What?"
"Frog legs. Does Pinot Grigio go with Frog legs?"
Tony looked at Abby -- studying her face for a second before breaking into a smile. "You're wonderful Abby."
"I am?" She looked him in the eyes. Tony had pretty eyes; kind of grey and green, sea-colored eyes. Really, really pretty eyes. And he had a beautiful nose. Abby wasn't particularly a 'nose' kind of gal, but she did like Tony's. His nose led you directly to his lips, which, honestly, any woman would have to admit, were absolutely luscious looking.
"Abs?"
"Hmmm?"
"You're staring. Do I have something on my face?"
"Your nose."
"Okay… maybe giving you wine is NOT a good idea."
"If you're drinking, I'm drinking."
"You're staring at my nose Abby."
"Your whole face actually. It's beautiful."
Tony reddened beneath his tan. "Yeah, I'm a gorgeous, gorgeous man Abs. You're still not getting any wine."
She pouted, and two minutes later when the wine arrived at their table, Tony relented, allowing the waitress to pour them both a healthy glass of the fragrant alcohol. After placing their order for the largest serving of lasagna available – and two forks – Tony turned back to Abby, who was busily studying the people who filled the restaurant – a smile on her face.
"Do you ever not smile?"
She quirked her mouth and seriously thought about his question. "Mmmm, when my machines aren't working. Oh, and when I can't find my favorite shoes." She extended her legs to the side of the table showing her shoes off to Tony for his approval.
And it was his turn to study things. Namely Abby's legs. She had great legs. Pale, velvety soft looking, toned legs. In heels. Black strap-up heels. Black, I-wonder-how-she-manages-to-walk, strap-up heels. Tony unconsciously reached up to loosen his tie before remembering that he'd removed it when he arrived at the hotel. Clearing his throat he dragged his eyes away from her legs as she drew them back in.
"Aren't they great?"
"Absolutely amazing," He responded as he shook his head to clear it. 'Don't think about her legs. Think about…., about…., what the hell should I think about?' He was saved from having to find a new topic of discussion by the arrival of their lasagna, hot and steaming, saucy and cheesy.
Abby moaned with delight as the serving plate was placed between them, and Tony found himself spellbound; he was entranced by the sound of Abby's throaty moan. 'Get a grip DiNozzo. You've heard a woman moan before. Lot's of them! And you've seen a pair of legs before. Stop acting like a teenager in heat.'
Tony eyed Abby as she picked up her fork, cut a sizable piece of the lasagna out of the dish, and blew gently on it before placing it in her mouth. Her pink tongue darted out and pulled in a stray dribble of sauce, her eyes closed as she savored the flavor. And Tony was forced to fight back a groan of… of…. Fuck!
"Oh.My.Goddddd! This is so good Tony! Aren't you going to try it? Here –," Abby used her fork to pick up another scoop of goodness, blew on it, and then shifted the fork towards Tony. She kept her free hand under the fork to catch the lasagna if it fell off and leaned her body forward as she offered the bite to Tony.
He automatically opened his mouth, chewing the zesty morsel mechanically, his eyes focused not on the lasagna, or the fork, but on the cleavage that Abby was revealing as she leaned across the table.
'DiNozzo,' he talked to himself as she leaned back and chattered at him, 'you have to remember 'this is Abby'. Abby Sciuto. There are countless reasons – or at least three reasons – for you to stop; stop staring at her breasts…, stop noticing her legs. She's a Goth. A Co-worker. A Friend!' Tony argued with himself silently:
'You've never looked at a Goth woman and been turned on.'
Until now.
'She's a co-worker… there's rule #12….'
What happens in Vegas….
'Yeah, but she's a friend…!'
A fucking sexy friend!
"You're not eating," Abby stopped speaking suddenly. She scrunched her nose up in that adorable way she had, and looked at him closely. "What's wrong?"
More 'evil' thoughts flew unchecked through Tony's mind: 'My mouth is watering and it has nothing to do with the food? My pants are suddenly feeling a bit too tight? I'm suddenly Jonesing for one of my best friends?' He managed to squeak out a feeble: "Nothing."
"Anthony DiNozzo, you're lying to me."
"Dessert. Would you like some dessert?"
"I will get the truth out of you mister. My job is allll about figuring out the truth." She looked at him with her green eyes for just a second before switching topics. "No, no dessert. Let's go do something wild… fun. Something to remember this trip by."
A vision of Abby wearing just her studded leather collar, spread eagle on his bed flashed before Tony's eyes – that could be wild and fun. 'Okay, what the hell were they putting in the Pinot Grigio tonight?' He had never had these kinds of thoughts about Abby before.
Throwing a wad of bills down on the table Tony stood up and held his hand out to Abby. "Wild and fun it is."
"Yippee!" Abby threw back the final bit of her wine and gave her hand to Tony.
Tony helpfully, 'innocently', placed his hand on the middle of Abby's back as they headed out of the restaurant; guiding her to, and out of the front door.