Author Devylish
Title Best For Last - Sequel
Fandom NCIS
Pair Tony and Abby, Tabby
Rating R
Words 1585
Disclaimer All publicly recognizable characters, settings, plot, etc. are the property of the creators of the TV show NCIS. Any original characters, settings and plots are the property of devylish. devylish is in no way associated with the TV show NCIS and no copyright infringement is intended. This work is an amateur fan effort and no profit is being made.


As the key turned in the lock and the apartment door pushed open, Tony glanced at his watch. 830pm.

"I was beginning to think you were standing me up." He scrunched lower in the loveseat, his ankles crossed on the ottoman in front of him.

Abby growled in response and dropped her bags on the floor at the same time that she attempted to toe her boots off. Not an easy feat as they were knee-high boots. After struggling silently for a few seconds, she screeched and plopped down onto the floor, taking the time necessary to unlace and tug the heavy black shoes off.

From his seat, Tony grinned at the glee with which Abby tossed the offending boots into the corner of the entryway. "Bad shoes huh?"

"Bad, evil, mean shoes." She stood up and pouted in his direction.

Tony bit back his laughter, and patted the seat next to him. "Come tell me all about the bad, evil shoes."

She plodded over to him, "you forgot mean. Bad evil mean shoes." Abby wouldn't really bore him with the details of her day, or her, now, least favorite pair of boots; talking wasn't what they did, at least not at night. But she was soooo tired, and honestly, she just wanted to be in his arms, to be near him. Maybe…., maybe I can give in just for a little while. Indulge myself in the dream of us being a real couple. Just for a little while…

Sitting on the arm of the loveseat, Abby lowered herself down until her butt was on the seat cushion and then she laid back and settled her head onto Tony's lap, lifting his hand and placing it on her chest; her fingers intertwining with his.

Tony held his breath for second before slowly releasing it. Abby didn't cuddle. She didn't relax around him – at least not prior to sex – but now… at this moment… yeah, she was relaxing… it might even be called cuddling. And there was no sex in sight.

Well, okay, his hand was on her breast, but HER hand was there too. And wait… was her thumb…? Yeah, that was her thumb rubbing along the back of his hand.

He took another slow deep breath before lifting his free hand and –

"Do you mind if," she gave a quiet yawn, "we just sit here for a little while? My tootsies need to rest… and you make such a good pillow."

He smiled down at her as her eyes blinked closed. "No problem Abs." He lowered his hand to her hair and gently began to massage the dark mass.

"Mmmm, goooood…. Just a few more," another yawn "seconds and then we can 'go to bed'." Eyes still closed, she waggled her eyebrows suggestively before turning on to her side, her long legs still resting haphazardly over the edge of the loveseat.

When she suggested 'going to bed' His hand froze in its appreciation of her hair. He wanted her. He couldn't imagine NOT wanting her, but he wanted to do so much more than just… fuck her. He wanted to sleep with her. Snoring… sprawled out… spooning… sleep with her. Every night. He wanted to curl up on the couch with her – just like they were doing now – without the expectation of there being more to the night.

His fingers moved through her hair again.

She moaned lightly and he felt his body stir, almost against his will.

"You've got magical hands." She mumbled.

As she drifted asleep, Tony studied her face. Thick, dark lashes, resting against pale cheeks, her delicious lips – painted 'blood black' today – sealed in a soft smile. Her perfectly imperfect nose.

Jesus Christ DiNozzo! He chastised himself. You're practically salivating over her. Over her face. She's not even naked and you're… you're gone. Completely gone. He shook his head and smiled. How the hell did one of my best friends end up as my lover? And more importantly, how did she end up as the woman I love?

***

Abby stretched and turned over onto her back, her legs and hips aching from the awkward position they had been in.

Wait… awkward position? She blinked her eyes open and found herself staring into Tony's wide awake face. "Uhm, how long was I asleep?"

Tony glanced at his watch before answering. "A couple of hours."

Abby hopped up into a seated position, swinging her legs clumsily to the front of the loveseat. "A couple of hours?! Tony! I'm so sorry… I'm," she stood up and Tony watched her as she started pacing his living room.

"It's okay Abby. Really."

"No… No it's not okay. I… we… I mean, yes you're my friend so it's okay that way, but this… this isn't what we do. We don't…. we don't cuddle… or take naps together. It's…" she wrapped her arms around her waist. "It's not what we are."

For a second Tony thought he saw sadness and maybe longing flicker through Abby's eyes. And, oddly enough, that sadness, that longing, gave him hope. Not enough hope to speak, but just enough hope to make him act.

"Abby," he stood up. She was pacing again. "Abby!"

"What?!" She stopped in front of him, her head level with his nose, her eyes resolutely focused on his chin. Before he could speak, she whispered, "I'm so sorry Tony, I- I didn't mean to mess up what we have."

"Abby – let's go to bed."

She sighed silently. He was okay, he was going to ignore her… her faux pas. Things would go back to normal. That was good. It was great. Great.

Tony took Abby's hand and led her into the bedroom. Stopping at the bedside he turned to face her, his thumb brushed across her cheek, then across her lip. He leaned in and kissed her softly before reaching for the edge of her t-shirt; he pulled it upwards, and lifted it off over her head. She was wearing a pretty, sheer, white blouse underneath the black t-shirt, and he silently worked the buttons that held the gossamer cloth together. Undoing them one by one he pulled the thin material off of her shoulders and arms.

"Tony?" Abby was confused. They'd undressed one another before, but never like this. Never in this slow, deliberate, focused manner. And he WAS focused. Abby stared at Tony's face; his eyes were trained on his hands… on the task at hand.

Reaching for the side of Abby's skirt, Tony found the hook and zipper and undid each of them. As the skirt dropped to the floor he let his hands trace along waist – her skin warm and soft beneath his touch – until he reached her chest. Her bra was black lace. Quintessential Abby. The black – dark and edgy – the lace – so sweet and delicate; with one practiced hand he unhooked the bra, letting it drop open.

Abby breasts, they have to be the most beautiful things in the world.

Tony dropped the straps off of her arms and tossed the scrap of cloth into the corner of the room.

"Tony?" Her arms went to his biceps; anxious to touch him. He ignored her soft voice and hooked his hands in the waistband of her panties and edged them off her hips, down her legs. Running his hands down her legs, Tony kneeled in front of Abby and rolled the thigh highs she was wearing off of her. As she stepped out of them, she rested her hands on his shoulders, balancing herself. He, on the other hand, tilted his head upwards and placed: one, two, three soft, chaste kisses on her navel before standing up.

"Tony, what are you doing?" She hugged herself as Tony silently began to unbutton his own shirt. He took it off, and moved to the belt and zipper of his pants. And it was now Abby's turn to focus. She watched Tony's hands as he slipped out of his pants and worked his way out of his boxers.

As he toed off his socks Abby saw his semi-erect cock and with a quick intake of breath, she reached for the smooth length. Maybe I can put things back to where they belong. Back to where I understand them. She stroked his length, reveling in the warmth and the feel of it hardening beneath her hand.

Tony blew out a soft puff of air and bit back a groan that threatened to escape his throat. Stepping way from Abby's questing hands, he pulled back the comforter on the bed. Turning around, he reached for her. When she'd clambered into the bed, he turned out the bedside light and followed her under the sheets.

Pressing his body against hers, Tony laid his head on her breasts and tangled one of his legs between hers. Ignoring the insistent throb of his cock, he lowered his hand down the silken skin of her arm, locking his fingers with hers.

"Tony…"

"Abby…, shhhh."

She closed her eyes and listened to her heart beating, faster and faster. He was going to sleep with her? SLEEP with her? A thought occurred to her. Was it a pity sleep?!! "Tony… you don't have to do this. You…, we…, we're good, just the way we are. I mean… more would be good too, but less, this… this is still good. I –"

Tony lifted his head, tiredly, from Abby's chest and pressed his lips against hers. "Abby, gorgeous…, shut up and go to sleep."