Author's Note: Here's the McAbby nuptials. I've never been to a wedding that I can remember but I've read enough wedding fics to get an idea. This chapter will certainly be longer but it'll be worth it.
Basically, it's last minute freak outs, fluff, and sex.
That's fun for the whole family.
Enjoy.
P.S.: I've got the first chapter for my Grey's fic written out. I just have to type it. It'll be titled Quadrangle.
Should be up by the weekend.
Disclaimer: NOT MINE. IF I HAD IT, I'D BE IN RIO INSTEAD OF THE COLD DRIZZLE. MICHIGAN WEATHER SUCKS!
His eyes snapped open and he saw her staring at him.
Early morning sunlight filtered into their coffin, making her glow.
Her jet black hair stood all over the place and her lips were rose red from their feverish kissing. All that remained of her attire were some red scraps of silk.
Her eyes were the most serious he had ever seen them.
"We're getting married today."
He smiled at her matter of fact statement and took her hand.
"Yeah. We are."
"I'm scared. I'm scared that something's going to go wrong and you'll make a run for it and I'll become an embittered old hag like that bitch next door.", she admitted softly.
Sensing that she was about to freak out, he sat up and hugged her.
"Abigail, I love you. I want to marry you and be with you until one of us croaks. I'm not going to make a run for it. I wouldn't get very far, anyway."
Even if he wanted to run, he couldn't.
Gibbs would shoot him and Ziva would hold him at knifepoint.
"True. We better get up. Last thing we need is Tony busting down the door."
With that horrifyingly funny image in his mind, Tim opened the coffin, climbing out to get dressed.
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Abby sat in the beauty salon, letting the stylist do his thing.
Slowly, her hair was being put into waterfall curls and she smiled.
Her makeup was bare minimum and she had vamp red lips.
She had on a blood red track suit and her favorite black sneakers.
A hand rested on hers and she looked at Ziva. Her hair was in rollers and her nails were done.
"You good?", she asked gently.
"Yeah. I just can't believe it's happening. I'm actually getting married."
"You are going to be Mrs. Elf Lord by the end of the day."
Abby laughed softly and toyed with her spider ring.
"It's kind of overwhelming. I'm not going to pull a runaway bride..."
"Good, because then I would have to kill you."
"... Thanks for that...but I'm scared."
Jenny sat on her other side, her flame red curls loose with the spider web hair clips they had agreed on.
Like Ziva, she had on a black tracksuit and silver sneakers.
"That's natural. You're about to do something wonderful but totally life changing. It's okay to be freaking out a bit."
"But what if I trip? Or forget my vows? Or that unity candle thingy doesn't light? That happened to my mom and dad and they can't stand each other, now." she fretted.
Daniel and Gabrielle Scuito had divorced the day of her high school graduation.
It hadn't been a surprise.
For years, they had been sniping at each other, fights so very common.
Abby took solace in music and the dead, letting them be her escape mechanisms.
Due to her high test scores and science skills, Ivy League colleges had been calling her house.
She had picked the one furthest away from home.
Today would be the first time they'd be in a room together in almost 5 years.
"Then I will shoot the candle to make it light."
Abby grinned. Leave it to Ziva to figure out a semi violent solution.
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Tony was shocked at how calm Tim was.
He was already dressed and quietly reading what looked to be a Mary Higgins Clark novel.
Ziva loved her work and she was not to be bothered while she was reading it.
She was pretty good in a romance novel, murder mystery way.
"Hey, Probie?"
"Mmm?"
"You good?"
"Yeah. I'm marrying the woman of my dreams and nightmares. I'm awesome."
He chuckled and sat down.
"Dude, you're just totally serene. You high on something? Ow!"
Tony bit back a laugh as Harry got head slapped.
"Thank you, Gibbs. And to answer your question Harry, I'm not high."
"Are you scared?" Gibbs asked him.
Tim sighed and put down his book.
"Terrified, really. I'm just calm about it. I'm not terrified of marrying Abby. I know I want her. I'm just scared that something will go wrong. Like I'll trip or forget my vows or that unity candle thingy won't light." he worried aloud.
"None of mine did."
"That's not particularly comforting, Gibbs."
A knock at the door made Tony stand and ask "Who is it?"
"Ziva."
"What's the password?" he demanded while sniggering.
"Anthony James DiNozzo, you open this fucking door, right now!"
Looking back at the laughing wedding party, he quipped," That's who I'm marrying. Now, she's scary." before obediently opening the door.
She was glaring at him and he smirked.
"You're going to hell. You said the F-word in a church."
"Shut up. Tim, are you in there?"
"Yep."
"Excellent. Look, we'll be ready in about 20 minutes so you might want get to the alter. And you, Agent DiNozzo, are dead when I get out of this dress."
"Why don't you just kill me, now?"
"This dress is pretty. I don't want to get blood on it. Oh, and the Twins are with McGee's parents. They're very nice people, really."
She sashayed down the hall and his gaze went to her ass.
"Stop looking at my ass, Tony! We're in a church!" she called without even turning around.
"Stop fucking swearing, Ziva!"
"Fuck you!"
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Tim walked down the aisle and sighed when he made it without incident.
Looking around, he saw his mom and dad, playing with the twins.
Sidney and Gideon McGee had been high school enemies turned sweethearts.
Sidney had been an artsy bookworm and Gideon had been the typical high school jock.
"I fell in love with her the moment she threatened to shove a chisel up my ass." Yeah, dad. Really romantic.
Sarah was being walked down by a still hung over Harry.
She looked pretty messed up, too.
I told that girl not to drink so much. Maybe I can slam a door in her face later.
Ziva was quietly bickering with Tony about something as they walked and Tim bit back a guffaw as she head slapped him.
Those two will never change.
Jenny and Gibbs were next and they looked at peace.
I wonder when those two will tie the knot? It's only been 20 years in the...oh, my god...
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Abby smiled as she saw her Elf Lord's jaw drop.
She looked hot in her wedding dress.
She knew it and now he did too.
Left, right, left, right... oh, there's mom and dad. Do they look...civil?
They were talking quietly and her eyes widened as her mom actually smiled at her dad.
Holy shit! Maybe they're drunk, already. Left, right, left, right... god, he looks edible...
He had a black tux with a crisp white shirt.
His tie was black and silver to match her gown.
Ooh, I hope this is over soon... I need him so badly...left, right...hey, I made it!
She handed off her bouquet of black roses and stood across from him.
Laughter filled the room as she reached over and gently closed his mouth.
"Hi."
"Hi. Can I take that dress off of you?"
Abby laughed and shook her head.
"Later. We have to get married, now."
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"Ladies and gentlemen, it gives me great pleasure to introduce Mr. and Mrs. Timothy Orion McGee!"
He smiled as they came in, looking ecstatic.
It was like seeing his kids grow up.
"Hey. What are you thinking about?"
Gibbs let Jenny sit on his lap and she rested her head on his chest.
"How far we've come. If you had told me if McGee and Abby would be married three years ago, I would've switched you to decaf.", he quipped.
"Evil man. I know. I feel kind of old in midst of all this young love."
"You don't get old until you make it to 80 and then you don't get old until you hit 100." Gibbs told her sagely.
"And after that?"
"You're old."
Jenny laughed and kissed him lightly, turning to watch the reception.
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She had caught the bouquet and she turned to see Tony with a garter belt on his head.
"Nice hat. I like the lace." she praised.
"Shut up.", he chuckled.
She fed Ava some cake and J.T. was gumming some frosting from her fingers.
Both of them had Tony's dark gold hair and her deep sepia eyes.
Ava had on a black dress with silver stars on it and J.T. was a mini of his dad.
Jenny and Gibbs took them, leaving them alone for a while.
Tony sat behind her and put his arms around her, burying his face in her hair.
She could never switch her shampoo or conditioner for the rest of her life.
She had tried but Tony had been too cute to resist.
~*~
She was working out in the NCIS gym and he came up behind her to hug her.
Instead of lashing out, she relaxed and let him feel her up a bit.
After all, they were alone.
"Hey, stranger." she greeted.
"Shalom, baby."
He pressed at a kiss to the nape of her neck and as usual, sniffed her hair.
"Ziva, your hair smells wrong."
"Wrong?"
"Yeah. Usually it smells like vanilla and jasmine."
It was nice to know that he cared enough to notice the little things about her.
She laughed lightly and asked," Do you want me to go fix it?"
"Please?"
She headed for the showers but she hesitated.
Giving into the impulse, she took his hand, leading him.
"Ziva?"
"This way you can make sure I do it right. And see me naked. A win/win situation, yes?"
~*~
It had been indeed.
Hearing catcalls, she looked and saw Tim and Abby making out on the dance floor.
She was straddled on him and his wrists were pinned down.
He was obviously a happy captive.
"Oh, my."
"Hey, Probie! Take that someplace else! Have some class!"
She swatted Tony for his tactlessness but then looked at him appraisingly.
Was it just her or did he look particularly edible today?
Logically, she knew that seeing such love poured out was making her little unreasonable.
Tony looked like Tony.
A sexy, gentle, goofy Tony... who has nice hands... and is good with his tongue...and he makes me so hot...to hell with it!
She grabbed him and devoured him, sending catcalls their way.
"Hypocrite!" Tim called.
"Come on, Timmy. Time to go. Have fun, you two!"
Ziva barely heard them over the pounding in her ears.
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They stumbled into the hotel room, clothes immediately being discarded.
She felt her dress hit the floor, along with the tiara.
She shivered as the cool air hit her heated body.
"I want you." she rasped.
"Have me. I'm yours."
He was all hers.
It was legal and everything.
Pushing him onto the bed, Abby climbed onto her husband, kissing him feverishly.
She ripped his dress shirt open and got his tie off, tying his hands to the headboard.
"Abby?"
"Shh... just enjoy it, Timmy."
He stilled and relaxed, signaling his submission to her whims.
Her mouth descended onto his body, loving him with teeth and tongue. He was all man under his clothes, muscled but still lean and lightly furred in the way she liked. His skin was a glowing light tan and she couldn't wait to have all of him all over her.
His moans and gasps spurred her on; soaking the tiny little thong she wore with her pleasure.
She remained at his nipples for a long time, enjoying his growling groans.
After so long, she knew how and where to touch him to drive him mad.
His soft whimpers made her smile and finally release his throbbing dick from its captivity.
He was raging. She could see it twitching and throbbing with each breath he took.
Her fingers found it, fondling him expertly, teasing and pleasing…
"You're mine." she told him firmly.
"Yes." he hissed.
She laid on him fully, enjoying the heat of him on her bare breasts.
"Do you want me to ride you, Timmy? To use you to get myself off?" she cooed in his ear.
He moaned and nodded, unable to speak.
Satisfied, Abby pushed her thong aside and impaled herself on him, setting a punishing pace. She had been aching for him all day and she needed release.
He was bucking back at her just as fiercely, his cries easily heard outside.
Smiling, she rubbed her clit in fast circles, shuddering at the electric sensation.
Faster than she would've liked, her orgasm slammed into her, making her screech like a hellcat.
His shout joined hers and she could fell liquid heat fill her to the brim.
Watching him come was amazing. He was all animal, none of the self control he was infamous for there. He was stripped naked to the core and she could see all of him.
With a last shaky scream, he stilled and slowly opened his eyes to look at her, speaking silently to her.
She could see a release so powerful it had driven him half insane and an undeniable wildness.
She couldn't remember seeing the wildness before.
She untied his hands and let him rest, thinking about this new development.
Their marriage had opened a Pandora's Box of emotions in him.
She was eager to discover and experience all of them.