Title:About Last Night

Chapter:Breathing Spaces

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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Abby felt light. Light and tingly. The wind had picked up while they had been in the restaurant, and it passed over her skin with a gentle caress; somewhat like Tony's hand at the middle of her back.

Wait.

Tony's hand caressing her back?

Abby focused on the heat of his hand against her spine; he wasn't doing anything obvious. As a matter of fact, he was probably totally unaware that he was doing it, but yeah, Tony DiNozzo's fingers were tenderly, ever so softly, caressing Abby's back. The pads of his fingers were circling against the cloth of her shirt creating a slight friction against her skin. Abby shivered slightly – friction and tingles.

"Cold?"

She couldn't tell him that just the feel of his fingertips against her back – not even on her bare skin – was making her……… could she? "A little, it got pretty breezy out here."

And within seconds Abby found herself enveloped in Tony's suit jacket. His warmth seeping into her skin, and his scent…. God! How had she not noticed how nice his cologne, his aftershave, --

HE – smelled. She took a deep breath, her head tucked into the collar of the jacket as she pulled it closer around her. And then his hand was back at the middle of her spine. Circling.

'Abigail Sciuto, get a grip! It's a jacket. It's a hand. It's Tony!'

Abby was having a hard time focusing on anything other than Tony's nearness. And she found herself wondering, had he always stood this close to her? They were at a crosswalk, waiting for the light to change, and her mind was brilliantly distracted by his closeness. Had he always been this… this… wonderfully enticing? Her mind said no. Her body said: 'Who the hell cares; DiNozzo Yummy!'

Her wits, soaked in tequila and fermented grapes, made an attempt to drag her back to normalcy. Well, Abby-normalcy anyway.

"Fountain!" she yelled out.

"Buliding!" Tony responded almost as loudly.

Turning back to look at him Abby quirked an eyebrow.

"What? We're not doing the word association thing?"

"Umm, no. Fountain!!!" Abby chided and dragged Tony with her toward a brightly lit fountain in the middle of the plaza.

"Uhh, okay Abs, you're right, that's a fountain, and this is my hand, and that, that is a bench."

"Let's get in it."

"Get in what?"

"The fountain silly! Let's play in the fountain!"

"Ummm yeah, see, I'm going to go with a 'no' on that Abs."

"Why not?" Abby stuck out her lower lip and batted her eyes.

"No Abby. That's not going to work this time. No!"

"Fine I'll do it without you." Taking off Tony's jacket and dropping it on a nearby bench, Abby bent over and undid her shoes before glancing over her shoulder at Tony and clambering into the fountain.

"Abs. Abby." 'So not a good idea,' he thought as she ran around in the water.

Leaping gracefully Abby turned back to Tony with a grin on her face. "Tony, there's money in here."

"Yeah Abs, 'wish money'. Leave it alone."

"I wasn't going to take any! Give me a penny please." She held out her hand expectantly.

Tony dug into his pocket and pulled out a quarter and tossed it to her.

Closing her eyes, Abby stood in the middle of the water and clasped the quarter. She mumbled a quiet wish before gleefully tossing the silver piece into the water.

"What did you wish for?" Tony settled onto the bench nearest the fountain.

"I can't tell you, not if I want it to come true."

Shaking his head with a laugh, Tony stared around the plaza. "You know Abs, it would really, really piss Gibbs off if you got arrested for trespassing."

"Gibbs never gets mad at me."

"No, that's true; he'll be pissed at ME."

Abby laughed. Then she bent down and splashed the clear blue water. "Hey Tony?"

"Yes Abs?" he turned back to face her… and ended up with a face full of water.

His growl was overwhelmed by Abby's laughter.

"Alright Ms. Sciuto, prepare for revenge." Tony jumped over the back of the bench into the fountain.

Squealing, Abby backed away, but not fast enough. Tony scooped up an armful of the bracing water and threw it at her.

Bending down as the water poured over her frame, Abby shoveled two quick scoops at Tony. And then the chase was on. He tracked her around the fountain, finally catching her as she rounded the center statue. Grasping her around the waist, Tony bent them both over and reached into the fountain with his right hand, splashing wave after wave onto Abby.

She giggled that heady little giggle of hers, and wiggled, struggling half-heartedly to escape his attack.

"Tony...! Tony!"

Shifting around in his arms Abby's peals of laughter slowly faded as he stopped pelting her with water. And contorted as she was, Abby realized she had probably never felt so comfortable yet excited, so safe yet apprehensive, so confident yet confused before in her life.

Tony gazed at Abby, her hair was plastered to her face and head – wet from his 'assault'. And her face was covered with droplets of water; rivulets swimming down her neck. She was gorgeous. Reaching up with one hand, Tony lifted a black strand of hair away from her face, curling it slowly around his finger as he studied her.

"Come sei bella," he murmured.

"You're kind of beautiful yourself."

"Hmm, thanks." He brushed his hand along her cheek. "So…."

"So."

"Would it be really dumb of me to tell you how much I'd like to kiss you?" Smooth DiNozzo. Real smooth.

"It would be really dumb of you to tell me… when you could actually just do it."

"Well everyone knows how I hate doing things that make me seem dumb," Tony lowered his head until he was just a breath away from Abby's full red lips. "Are you sure about this?"

"Tony, just kiss me!"

She tasted of tequila, and spices, and something that was quintessentially 'Abby'. Her lips were supple and pliant beneath his, and she felt soft and curvy beneath his hands; hands that were wandering at will over the valley of her body.

Lifting them out of their awkward pose, Tony half walked, half carried Abby to the edge of the fountain; never loosing his attachment to her mouth.

Eventually, he pulled away from her captivating lips and laid his forehead against hers, his eyes closed. They stood there for seconds, minutes. Listening to one another's breaths; one another's hearts beating. They stood there at the edge of the fountain; at the edge of so many things.

Tony suddenly realized that he wanted to touch her, all of her. That he wanted to hold her, protected, in his arms. He wanted. He wanted to kiss her lips, her neck, and the soft curve of her belly. He wanted her in ways he hadn't known it was possible to want. But something in the back of his head kept him just at the edge; a voice whispering: this is Abby. Abby. This is sweet, funny, adorable, Abby. 'You can't do this.' The voice whispered in his subconscious until her voice overwhelmed it.

"Tony. I'm cold."

He pulled his head away from hers, and something in the middle of his chest began to ache; he tried to ignore the disappointment that surged through him. Opening his eyes, he dragged his form away from hers and rotated their position. Stepping out of the fountain Tony lifted Abby up and over the edge. As her form slid down his he puffed a breath of fragile self-control. He put inches of breathing space between them, and then he put two more inches of space between them until finally, he had backed away completely. Reaching down to for her shoes, and to pick his jacket up off of the bench, he realized that he was feeling that pain in his chest again, this time followed by a twist in his gut. "Uhh, yeah, we should probably be getting back. Here, why don't you wear my coat?"

"Tony?" Abby captured his hand. "I'm cold."

He looked into her eyes in confusion. He was pretty certain, despite the lack of blood getting to his brain, that they'd covered this topic already. "Abs…?"

She stepped in to his embrace again, "Take me somewhere and make me warm."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Lifting his jacket in his left hand he wrapped both of his arms around Abby, settling the cloth on her shoulders and carefully moving her wet ponytails up and away from the inside of the jacket's neckline. Pulling the jacket closer to her and tugging on the lapels, Tony jerked Abby to him, eliminating the 'breathing spaces' he'd created before. "Yeah…."