Title: With You
Chapter 4: Someone Like Me
Author: Devylish
Genre: Romance/Humor
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Abby/Tony
Rating: PG-13
Summary: 2 more vignettes covering various parts of Tony and Abby's life together. Part of a 50 prompts assignment. AND part of the Thing-A-Thon II at NCIS shared. Yup! I'm multi-tasking baby!
Spoil/Warn: Season 5.
Disclaimer: I'm of the 'nothing ownage' world. Please don't sue!
AN: Betaless, per usual… sorry!
Word count: 1489
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"I can't believe you said it again!" Abby paced in front of the mass spectrometer.
"Abs"
"No! No no no no no!"
"Abby..."
"You just don't go around saying things like that... to people like me!
"Abby, honey…?"
"It just doesn't make sense!"
"You can say that again." Tony leaned against one of the lab tables.
"What do you mean by that?!" She stopped her pacing and stalked up to him.
Holding up his hands in front of him in a sign of submission, Tony slowly dropped them onto Abby's arms. "All I meant was, YOU say it all the time… to everyone… everywhere! And I say it to you one –"
"Twice! You said it twice!"
"—Twice. I say it to you two times, and you… you basically freak out."
"I am not freaking out!" Abby poked Tony in the chest. "I'm just… I'm just…"
"Freaking out?"
Abby scrunched her eyes, and peered up at Tony. "Did Rex and Jorge put you up to this?"
"Up to…? Up to telling you I love you?"
Abby whacked Tony on the chest. "Stop saying that!" She pulled one of her arms out of his grip and started to back away.
Started to.
"No. Sorry. You're staying here." Tony leaned after her and wrapped his arm around her waist, tugging her back into his space. Settling her between his thighs, he wrapped both of his arms firmly around her torso. Locking his eyes on hers, Tony leaned in and kissed her on the nose. "I love you Abigail Scuito."
She wiggled fruitlessly in his grip, trying to get away… put some distance between them.
He kissed her forehead. "I love you… and, I think… I hope you love me."
Abby punched him lightly on the chest then nestled her head against his neck, her fingers clutching at the soft cotton of his button down shirt. "Why do you keep saying it?!" The words were mumbled against his collarbone.
"Why don't you want me to say it? We've been friends for years, and dating for months now; beautiful, hilarious, exhilarating, maddening, sexy months…." Tony lifted his head to Abby's chin, and tilted her head up so that their eyes met. "I couldn't have stopped myself from falling for you, even if I wanted to. I didn't really have a choice in the matter Abs; you weave a mean voodoo when you want to."
Abby buried her head into his neck again and mumbled something against his skin.
"What?"
She turned her head and spoke again, softly, "But you're Tony."
"Sorry Abs, I'm not following you. Yes, I'm Tony… and?"
"You're TONY. I never really thought my 'voodoo' would work on you. I mean," she worried a button on his shirt with her black polished nails. "Tony doesn't do love. I've known that for years. I reconciled myself to that fact even before we started dating. I mean… you're the playboy… the frat boy… the Richie rich… and… and…, I'm not. I'm not the blonde, buxom, bubblehead, the cheerleader, the girl from the right side of the tracks…. I'm none of those things. And, I know I've got your attention now, but, I don't…, I mean, I know I won't keep it, cuz you're Tony. You don't do Goth girls. And you don't do serious; at least, not for long. You're all about lighthearted, no strings attached." Abby undid one button of his shirt and absentmindedly let her hand float down to another button. "You can't tell me you love me Tony. I don't…, 'love' isn't an empty word; a small sentiment. It's… it's…. YOU can't tell me you love me DiNozzo." She pulled her head back from his neck and pushed her hand against his chest. "That word means too much to me." She looked up at him. "So you can't say it anymore. You don't know what it means… to someone like me."
Tony listened to every stumbled upon, scattered word that Abby spoke. He found himself torn between wanting to yell at her, and wanting to hug her. The silvery tears welling up in her hazel green eyes made him pull her closer. Cupping her face with one hand, he used his thumb to brush away a tear that had escaped its cage.
"You're right Abs, I didn't know what the words 'I love you' meant. Didn't. Past tense Abs. Past tense. I know what they mean now. I know exactly what 'I love you' means now. It means being dragged to the loudest concert I've ever been to in order to listen to music that is really just a bunch of people screaming. It means getting up at 4:30am every Saturday morning to get the beautiful, gothic angel who is sleeping in my bed a CafPow! so that her morning starts off right. It means learning sign language so that I can speak with your parents. It means sharing my toothbrush with another human being. My TOOTHBRUSH Abby! And it means doing things in, and around, coffins that I never… ever… thought I would do."
Tony finally took a breath.
"Abby, I 'use' to be the playboy." He smiled, "But now, mio cuore, I'm just your playtoy… to do with as you wish. Abigail Sciuto, te voglio bene."
Abby curled her hands around the lapels of Tony's suit, crushing thme in her hands. She sniffed, "It sounds better when you say it in Italian."
He laughed.
Standing on her tiptoes, Abby curled her fingers tightly around the neckline of Tony's suit and pulled him close to her, her eyes blazing with heat and… yeah… love. "Anthony DiNozzo… if I even THINK you're thinking about another woman while we're going out, I'll 'take you out'…, and I have the skill to fake the evidence to make everyone think it was an accident! Got it?"
He gulped. "Yes ma'am."
"Okay, then," Abby dropped her hand from his lapel, smoothing out the cotton and silk blend. "Tony DiNozzo?"
"Abby Sciuto?"
"I love you."
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Sex with Tony was… amazing.
Really and truly amazing.
And Abby was experienced enough to know what she was talking about. She and Tony probably had about the same number of notches on their bed posts (althought, Abby's notches were undeniably kinkier than his) so comparisons… knowledge… skill – yeah, she had a solid base for comparison. So when she said sex with Anthony DiNozzo was amazing.
It.
Was.
Amazing.
Prior to having sex with him, she had thought, somewhere in the back of her mind, that Tony might be a selfish lover. Focused on doing whatever it took to get himself off.
Imagine her surprise when she found that he was a giver. A sensual, dedicated, intense, full-force… giver.
Oh! And she couldn't forget the adjective 'intuitive'. Tony was intuitive.
He knew, almost before her, what she needed. Playful. Teasing. Rough…. And he gave it to her, every time.
She wouldn't have thought that she would meet her match in a preppy pretty-boy – although, she knew he was actually more than that – but Tony met and exceeded her every expectation.
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Sex with Abby was… amazing.
Really and truly amazing.
And Tony was experienced enough to know what he was talking about. While he was pretty certain she didn't have as much experience as he did, she WAS experienced…. He, of course, had gained his playboy title years ago… gained and earned every bit of the reputation that followed him. So yeah, when Tony said sex with Abby was amazing, he spoke from experience. And sex with Abby:
It.
Was.
Amazing.
She was, as expected, open minded. Nothing was off limits for her; she'd try anything once. And more and more, so would he. From exhibitionism…, to restraints. But what made sex with Abby even more amazing (more than her penchant for kink) was that she was also open to curling up in Tony's arms and simply sleeping the night away.
Prior to having sex with Abby, Tony had assumed that she would be alllll about the kink, but she was not. She was about sensuality. And pleasure. And playfulness.
Oh! And he couldn't forget the adjective 'responsive'. His Abby was responsive. She responded to his words. And to his touch. It was almost as if: however he moved, she followed; whatever he did, she wanted.
And that, was sexy.
He wouldn't have thought that he would meet his match in a statuesque, goth chick – although, he knew she was way more than that – but, Abby, she met, and exceeded his every expectation.
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Abby raised a leg and curled it over Tony's thighs as he threw his arm over her shoulder and stroked her hair.
"That," she panted, as she tried to catch her breath.
"— was," Tony's voice was deep, a satiated smile melting across his face.
" – fucking amazing." They completed in unison.
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40 50prompt 'sensual'
41 50prompt 'choice', and Thingathong II prompt 'I can't believe you said it again!',