Title: With You
Chapter 2: Unlocked
Author: Devylish
Genre: Romance/Humor
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Abby/Tony
Rating: PG-13
Summary: 3 more vignettes covering various parts of Tony and Abby's life together.
Spoil/Warn: Season 5
Disclaimer: I'm of the 'nothing ownage' world. Please don't sue!
AN: Betaless, per usual… sorry!
Word count: 1889
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He closed the door behind him and crept to her bedside – she was wearing one of her white cotton, old fashioned gowns tonight. He smiled to himself – his appreciation of cotton had definitely increased since he'd met her. She made cotton… simple white cotton – beautiful. And adorable. And sexy.
Of course, it's possible that he felt that way because he knew exactly what was underneath that simple white cotton. Creamy, soft skin. And curves. Luscious, tasty curves.
Some of those curves were actually visible now as he looked down at her form on the bed. The thin gown had ridden up and was wrapped around her thighs… the blanket and comforter lying half on the bed, half on the floor.
Taking off his jacket, he unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt then loosened and removed his tie.
Sliding carefully onto the mattress he moved until his chest was pressed against her back; he brushed her dark hair away from her neck and placed his hand on her thigh as he nibbled gently at her ear.
Moving his hand down the exposed expanse of her thigh, he slowly dragged it back up, lifting and pushing the edge of the gown higher on her body… until it rested at her waist.
No panties. He grinned.
He pulled at her waist, turning her onto her back, as her eyes fluttered open.
Anthony DiNozzo slid his hand up over Abby Scuito's belly until he reached the soft swell of her breasts. Cupping one supple mound, he leaned over and pecked her on the lips lightly.
She sighed and arched into his touch. With a sleep laden voice she spoke, "Mmm, I guess I left the apartment door unlocked?"
"Again.…" Tony kissed his woman, this time a little more insistently. "Kind of reckless of you Abs…, that, or it's all part of an evil plan…."
She smirked, lifted her hand, and brushed her fingers through the hair at his temples and then at the back of his neck. "Now why would you think that?"
"Well, reason one) I AM an irresistible stud."
She quirked an eye at him and he laughed.
"Reason two) every night, you leave your apt. door unlocked with the knowledge that I'll be worried about you, and forced to come and check on you. And then, when I arrive, you seduce me with your sexy nightwear," he grinned back at the smile that spread across her face… he hadn't ALWAYS been a fan of cotton granny gowns. "AND hours and hours of satiating lovin'…." He nuzzled her neck with his nose. "It's kind of gotten to the point that I'm unable to make it through a day without the knowledge that, after work, I'll 'need to' check on my girl…, And that that means I might have another opportunity to climb into your bed, and bury myself in…… your arms." He kissed her neck. "See, it has to be some sort of evil Scuito plan."
Abby hit Tony's bicep, and then brushed her fingers over the spot she'd just assaulted. "Yeah… 'my arms' are what you want to be buried in." She lifted her head in search of his lips, a sleepy, seductive kiss offered for his appreciation.
"Your arms," he kissed her. "Your eyes." Another kiss. "Your lips." Kiss. "Your breasts." Kiss. "The sweet," kiss, "tight," kiss, "heat between your beautiful thighs." Kiss. "I want to be buried in all of you."
She sighed throatily, "Are you getting mushy on me Anthony DiNozzo?"
"Kind of sickening, isn't it?"
Abby worked her hands to the top button of his shirt. "Well fortunately for you, I'm a scientist, and I think I just might have the cure for what ails you."
"Can I just say, I'm a big fan of my medicine?"
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"I hate being sick." Tony rolled over in his bed and curled his long frame up into a ball.
"Tony, don't be such a baby… it's just a cold!" Abby pulled up the second long black sock that stopped midthigh on her leg. "You could go to work still."
Tony's muffled voice broke through the pillow he had his head buried in, "What?! And get David and McGee sick? No. David would kick my ass, erh try to kick my ass, if I got her sick, and McGeek would probably just give the cold back to me. I'll just stay home, for everyone's sake. Bite the bullet. Take one for the team. Sacrifice myself on the altar of –"
Abby leaned over him and whacked him on the back of the head.
"Ow!" He looked up at her smirking face, "You've got the Gibbs smack down!"
"I ought to, I've seen him deliver it to you often enough."
Tony watched as Abby moved to the closet, digging through it for an outfit. Over the months, half of his closet had been confiscated and taken over by Abby's belongings. And to be honest, he kind of liked knowing her things were there… that she felt comfortable enough in 'them' to leave a part of her, even if it was a material part, at his home.
Studying her cute, scrunched up face as she concentrated on finding something to wear, Tony let his eyes drift down her tall, curvy form. He was a fan of the thigh socks, and matching black bra and thong that she was wearing now…. Although, it was irritating to think that she would be wearing those – at work – and he wouldn't be there to knowingly ogle her.
"Aaaaahhhchuuuuuuu!" Tony sniffled pitifully, "I hate being sick!"
"We've covered that already Tony." She walked back to the bed, red and black plaid miniskirt in one hand, and black sweater in the other. Throwing them down at the foot of the bed, she bent over him again, this time she placed her hand on his forehead and waited a few beats… checking his temperature. "You don't feel hot...," she patted his cheek, "I really think it's just a cold baby." The 'baby' was said soothingly, lovingly. "You just stay here, all nice and warm and comfy in your bed, and I'll bring you back some of Mama Stein's Chicken Soup when I get off from work."
Tony reached for Abby's arm as she moved away, "Don't leave. Stay." He pouted, "Take care of me."
Abby ran her hand through the tousle of hair on the top of his head, "You are such a big, big baby!" This time the 'baby' was said teasingly. Tony was a tough guy most of the time; not one to readily display his true feelings. But when he got sick….
"Tony… babe, don't you think Gibbs will get suspicious if two members of his team call in ill on the same day?"
Tony was the one who was hesitant to spill the news to Gibbs that he and Abby had broken, smashed, plowed through, rule #12 and were most decidedly involved with one another.
Apparently, he was afraid that Gibbs would not only fire him, but that he might castrate him due to the fact that it was Abby that he was breaking rule 12 with. Abby had agreed to keep their… 'thing'… quiet because, well, she was kind of fond of Tony's 'equipment', and she'd hate to see Gibbs do any damage to it.
"His killing me might be a good thing. I hate being sick!"
Abby leaned in and kissed Tony on the forehead before pulling herself free from his grasp. "Honey, if it helps any, I hate it when you're sick too."
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"Tony, you have to invite them."
"Actually, no… no I don't."
"Tony, they're your family."
"A fact I'd be happy to forget." He stepped in to Abby and lowered his forehead to hers. "Why would I want to have people I haven't spoken to – willingly – in the past 5 years involved in one of the happiest days of my life?"
Abby pressed a hand against Tony's chest, directly over his heart, and pulled her head away from his… locking eyes with him. "Anthony DiNozzo! They're family!"
"Not by my choice. I had NO say in that fact."
"Tonnnnny…," Abby looked at him with her beautiful hazel green eyes and pouted.
"Seriously Abs, you should have that pout patented and bottled; the US could sprinkle it on any country in the world and get them to do whatever they wanted them to do." He sighed and closed his eyes, "Fine. I'll invite Gena and Joseph, but I'm not inviting my father."
Abby searched Tony's eyes for a minute before reaching her arms around his waist and hugging him. She'd work on getting him to invite his father later, but for now, getting him to invite his brother and sister was 'good enough'.
"I'm very proud of you Anthony DiNozzo."
She gave him an official 'Abby hug' and he rolled his eyes before hugging her back. Tony kissed the top of her head and then pulled back, lifted his eyebrow, and delivered a mischievous smirk… "So proud that I get a reward?" His hands slid down from her waist to her ass and he squeezed.
"We'll talk reward when you agree to invite your father." Okay, so maybe she WOULDN'T wait till later to talk to him about his dad.
He sighed, "Abs, you don't understand my family…. My father…, the only thing that makes him 'act' like a human is money. If you wave it in front of his face, or threaten to take it from him, he shows normal human emotions…, but beyond that, he's an uncontrolled, hot-headed bastard. Inviting him to our wedding would be tantamount to inviting Gibbs to a baby-shower. Some things just should never be put together."
"Tony." Abby ran her hand behind Tony's neck. His relationship with his family always set him on edge, always shut him down. She hated to see the pain that poured through him when the topic of Gena, Joseph, and Anthony Sr. was brought up. "Baby, you don't have to invite anyone to our wedding that you don't want to. But, I don't want you to ever regret their not being there."
The tension in his body seeped away, slowly, as Abby's hand massaged his neck. He placed his head against hers again… closing his eyes. "Do you know what my father would say… without a doubt… if I told him I was marrying you?" Tony pulled her closer, almost trying to lose himself in her. "He'd say, 'she doesn't come from money, which means she wants money. Yours. Mine. Fuck her, but don't make her a DiNozzo.'" Tony slid his hand around to Abby's belly, "and if he knew that I had two wonderful reasons for wanting to marry you, he'd say, 'You knocked her up boy!? Didn't I teach you kids anything?! Do you even know if it's yours? She could… she probably is, whoring her way around… cheating on you…. They're all the same.'"
Tony's voice dropped. "We'll invite Gena… Joe. But I don't want Anthony Sr. to come anywhere near you… or our child. Ever."
All Abby wanted – all she could do – was to hold Tony closer.
Prompts: Reckless, Don't Leave, Family