Author Devylish
Title The Power of Chunky Monkey (2/2)
Fandom NCIS
Pair Tony and Abby, Tabby
Rating pg13
Words 2939
Disclaimer All publicly recognizable characters, settings, plot, etc. are the property of the creators of the TV shows NCIS and Grey's Anatomy. Any original characters, settings and plots are the property of devylish. devylish is in no way associated with the TV shows NCIS or Grey's Anatomy, or the products of Ben and Jerry's and no copyright infringement is intended. This work is an amateur fan effort and no profit is being made.
AN Unbeta'd
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Shortly after 10pm, X-men's credits scrolled across Abby's TV screen and Tony silently thanked God.
Abby had always been the happy, kissy, touchy type. She was that way with everyone, including Tony. And normally, those hugs, and kisses and touches, were no big deal. They were just 'part of the Abby' experience. Tonight, however, Tony was finding that he was having definite problems with Abby being Abbyish. Problems of the physical kind.
At the start of the film Abby changed from leaning against Tony, to using him as a pillow; she had stretched out on the couch with her feet on the arm of the sofa and her head on his lap.
Yeah. Her head on his lap!!!
It hadn't helped Tony's situation much that half way through the movie Abby had dragged his arm – the one he he'd awkwardly braced against his chest – and placed it across her ribcage, laying his hand flat against her ribs; a breath away from the underside of her breast. Her unfettered, thin-cotton covered breasts.
No, that hadn't helped his situation much at all.
Mr. Johnson had gone from a pup tent, to a full-fledged teepee after that.
So, for half of the movie Tony found himself idly thrumming his fingers along Abby's ribcage. Tattooing a quiet beat along her cotton clad skin as he tried to think of ways to 'not think about' the creamy color of her long legs, or the perfect arch of her black, nail polished feet. He was especially trying not to think about her head and her perfect lips, just inches away from his irrepressible manhood.
The two activities he was trying to do were at complete odds from one another; quietly taking down a teepee, while soaking up the warmth of her skin beneath his hand and measuring the slow steady rise and fall of her chest…. Not compatible activities at all.
Tony was talented man, but he wasn't THAT talented.
By the end of the movie, he'd come to the realization that the teepee wasn't coming down any time soon. His only hope was that when Abby got up to change the flick, he'd have a few scant seconds to adjust himself and pull a throw pillow onto his lap as a form of protection. He scanned for and identified the nearest 'teepee hiding' pillow.
It was a plan. Of sorts.
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Abby took steadying breath then shifted slightly, lifting her hand to Tony's arm and dragging it down to lie across her frame.
Her fingers remained curled across his forearm; taking in his firmness and his warmth. Within in seconds, she could feel her nipples tightening, pushing against the worn material of her favorite t-shirt.
Not moving her head, she glanced at her chest. Yep. Visible nipplage. Air-conditiony, ice-cubey, porn star nipplage.
Half of her wanted Tony to notice the way her body was responding to him, and the other half of her was mortified by the thought that he would notice.
Oh, who am I kidding?! She thought exasperatedly. I want Tony to see his affect on me! For him to notice me; as a woman. As a desirable woman. Desirable to him.
She'd watched him flirt with, or bed, tons of women, from Director Shepherd, to Ziva, to Kate, to Jeanne, to Ella, to… to… the list was unending. But Abby had never really been a member of that list. A member of the 'Tony'd like to bang gang'. She smiled wryly, And damn it, I want to be on that list.
Oh sure, Tony would 'flirt' with her, lightly, innocently every once in a blue moon. But it was more of a: 'Oh, there's a being with a vagina in the proximity' flirt. There was no effort; no real desire in his teasing.
The drool she'd seen on his face earlier this evening, and the moan she swore she'd heard escape his lips when she'd been changing DVDs, had reawakened the desire in HER to be WANTED by him.
And her? Abby? She'd be an idiot, a blind and deaf idiot with no active nerve endings, to not have considered/wanted/thought about Tony in the past. Thought about how he would feel beneath her, naked and hard, in all of his DiNozzo Glory.
Had she mentioned that she'd seen his glory? In the decontamination showers? And no, it wasn't standing at attention, but it was there. All… glorified and DiNozzoy.
Yeah… she pinkened… DiNozzo Glory. She thought back, if that's what it looked like when it was at ease…?
She was tempted to turn her head to the side and try and get a glimpse of D.G. now, but, surprise, surprise, even Scuito gumption had its limits.
Glancing back down at her chest as Tony drummed his fingers lightly along her ribs, Abby took another breath and almost groaned as the cloth of her shirt strained against her nipples. She forced herself to watch the credits of the movie as she tried to avoid the thought that wouldn't be avoided. If Tony can do this to my body when he isn't even trying… what could he do if he DID try?'
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"So…" she reluctantly pulled herself into a seated position and turned to face Tony. "Do you --?" She stopped speaking as she caught a glimpse, or thought she caught a glimpse of a 'Tony erection' before he quickly placed a sofa pillow over the lap she'd just vacated. Her eyes flew up to his face, "Tony!"
Busted.
He tried to play it off nonetheless. "Abby?"
"Don't you 'Abby' me, Anthony DiNozzo! You have a… a…," she was pointing at the pillow with one hand.
"A boner, a chubby, a hard-on, a woody, a pocket rocket, a –"
"I was going to say erection," Abby interrupted.
"Yeah, one of those too." Tony's ears were red; that adorable embarrassed red that they turned whenever he was in an uncomfortable situation. "Look, I'm sorry Abs. It's just, well, it's umm, been a while." He raised an eyebrow and looked at her.
She stared back at him blankly.
He tried again. "It's been 'a while'."
She still had a confused look on her face.
"Never mind, anyway, it's been a while, and you answered the door dressed all," he waved his hands at her attire, "and then you were touching my leg, and then your head was there and then my hand was 'there' and –"
"And you're pulling an ABBY!" she said with a grin.
Tony lifted the edge of the pillow, peeked under, and then looked up at Abby, "Please tell me that THIS isn't an Abby."
She laughed, "Tonnnnny! No, silly! You were babbling. Like I do! You were pulling an Abby!"
Tony looked a little disturbed at the thought. "I was, wasn't I? Sorry. I'm sorry about all of this. I never meant to, uh, act this way around you, I just --."
Abby's eyes suddenly went wide. "Ohhhhhhhh! It's been a while!" She air quoted the 'it's been a while'.
Tony couldn't help but chuckle. "As I said, Abs."
Glancing down at the pillow covered DiNozzo erection she went for nonchalance. "So, is that all because you haven't had a girlfriend in a while?" Her eyebrows scrunched together. "And why haven't YOU had a grifliend in a while?"
Still more than a little physically uncomfortable, Tony shifted in his seat before answering, "If you ask Ziva, it's because she's convinced I'm growing up."
"Well that can't be it!"
"That's what I said!" He frowned. "Hey! Wait! You didn't need to agree with that quite so quickly."
"Tony, one of the best things about you is your love of fun! Although," she peered at the pillow again, "most of your fun DOES seem to revolve around sex. And sexiness. And –"
"Erections."
Abby grinned, "Erections."
Tony patted the pillow, still desperately trying to calm down his happy Johnson. "Yeah, well, Ziva doesn't think I'm fun. Ziva thinks I'm a child who's growing up and who's now ready to settle down, and focus on one person, and uh, she's kinda indicated that that's the reason that I've, uh, been having this dry spell."
Tony missed the grey cloud that passed quickly over Abby's face.
"That's Ziva's thought, hmmm?"
"Yeah. Ever since Jeanne, she's been talking to be about my being a new man. A 'not sleeping with any woman who walks by me' kind of man. And," he scratched the back of his neck self-consciously. "Uh, yeah, there must be something to the power of suggestion or something, cuz, I haven't umm, well, since Jeanne."
Abby screeched. "You haven't slept with a woman since Jeanne?!!"
"A little louder Abby?! I don't think your neighbors heard you!"
"But, Tony! You're Tony!"
"Yeah… depressing isn't it?" Tony was still anxiously waiting for his embarrassing situation to go away, but apparently, everything Abby did tonight was unintentionally aimed at turning him on. Everything from her kneeling position on the couch, to her 'excitement' over his excitement, to… her nipples. Jesus! Her nipples were trying to poke their way through her shirt, and his cock was definitely noticing.
"You didn't answer my question." Abby tugged at the edge of the pillow and Tony groaned in spite of himself. Pulling the stuffed square away, she bit the tip of her tongue and asked again, "Is all of 'that' because you've been without for a while?"
Is there a 'right' answer to that question? He wondered to himself before simply answering honestly. "No, it has more to do with your 'Goth's Are Damn Sexy' underwear, and your long legs, and uh, your breasts, and uh, are you still cold?"
Abby temporarily ignored his question, focusing, instead on the other content of his response. "Tony, you've seen my legs before. And… and I'm sure you were aware that I had breasts before now. The panties might be a new thing to you, but, but I don't think the undies are grounds for bringing out that reaction," she waved at the pronounced bulge in his pants. She swung around and faced away from him, dropping her feet to the ground. "It's cuz it's been a while for you, right?"
Was it because it had been nearly a year since he'd had sex that he was suddenly seeing everything that Abby did as beautiful and sexy and intoxicating? If so, why hadn't he drooled over her yesterday, when she was in the lab in that short red plaid skirt of hers? Or why hadn't he jumped at the blonde in the steno pool who kept 'conveniently' dropping things whenever he walked by – offering him a nice view of her long legs and short skirts. If he had just been purely hard-up he would have taken advantage of one or the other, or… both of them. But he hadn't.
He hadn't, because of, "Ziva!" Tony's eyes flew up to Abby's.
"I'm Abby, not Ziva." She pouted, half teasingly, half seriously.
"No, I know that, I'm, Abby, I'm … Ziva was right!"
"She was? About what?"
"I've grown in the past couple of years."
Abby stared at his lap and added, "You've grown in the past couple of hours."
"Ha, ha." He eyed Abby, letting his eyes linger on her chest.
Abby shivered just a bit beneath his gaze. "Feeling a little naked now." She quipped and wrapped her arms around her frame.
"Naked would be good. Don't let me stop you."
Shyness suddenly overtook Abby. Shyness! From someone who was never shy! Shyness wrapped in a layer of nervousness, painted with a layer of lust - (a thick layer). Hopping up from the couch she headed over to her DVDs wanting to put distance between the two of them. "So what should we watch now?" she threw over her shoulder, not wanting to look him in the face, well aware that her sudden shock of nerves and desire would probably be visible in her ever expressive face. "27 Dresses? That would fit the Grey's theme. Or, oooh! I have," she suddenly felt his heat behind her, "Eeep!"
"Eeep?"
His voice was low and deep and a Tony seductive special. Yeah, he made 'eeep' sexy. "What're you doing Tony?"
"Helping you put your hands on the next bit of entertainment for the night."
That sounds a lot dirtier than he probably meant.
"Oh." And that sounded a lot breathier than I probably meant for it to be.
"So what's next, Abs?"
"Next?" Her back was still to him and she was absentmindedly twiddling a couple of DVDs in her hands.
"Movie? Flick? Entertainment?"
"Oh, yeah. Right. Erh, I, was saying, umm, 27 Dresses, or, I have the Broadway DVD of Spamalot."
"Spamalot. Definitely. I like that brunette." As he made this observation, Tony lifted his hand to Abby's hair, tugging gently on her tresses.
"Spam-Spamalot it is." Fuck! "Fuck it!" Dropping the movies unceremoniously, she spun around and wrapped her arms around Tony's neck. "I'll help you break your dry spell."
"If I wanted my dry spell broken, Abs, I could call any one of 10 women and have them at my place in a half an hour."
She froze. Am I being rejected? Did Tony just tell me 'no'?
Tony, based off of the look that flitted across Abby's face, realized that his words had come out wrong. "No. No! Abs, that's not what I meant, I'm not saying I don't want you." He tugged her frame flush to his, making certain she felt just how much he DID want her. "What I'm saying is, Ziva was right – all though you might not want to EVER mention that to her – I don't want to have sex just for the sake of having sex anymore."
Abby stared at him in confusion.
"I want sex with YOU Abigail Scuito. BECAUSE it's you."
"Ohhhhh." A smile broke her face. She teased, "It's the panties isn't it?"
Tony leaned down just a bit and brushed his lips against hers. Testing, quickly, the softness, and the sweetness there. "Hmmm? Um, no. No, it's not the panties." He slid his hands down to cup her ass possessively. Tapping the firm curved flesh there a couple of times, he grinned against her mouth. "Although, I admit, they definitely pointed my thoughts to the truth. Goths are damn sexy."
Abby laughed. Husky, sweet, turn a teepee into a mountain laughter.
Intent upon tasting the throat that brought forth such delicious music, Tony lowered his head to just below Abby's chin and kissed the hollow of her neck.
"But, uhhh, that's really good, right there, ummm, Tony?"
"Abby?"
"Why now? Why me? I still don't get it."
"Why?" Why? Tony wracked his brains for a reasonable logical reason for his suddenly wanting Abby so much. "Dunno." He licked her neck, his tongue teasing the pale skin that felt like soft spun silk beneath his mouth. Lifting one of her legs so that it hooked around his hip, Tony smiled when he felt Abby willingly, unprompted, lift and wrap her second leg around him so that he was bearing both of their weight.
"'Dunno' isn't good enough DiNozzo."
Her center pressed against my cock and she wants me to think? Tony groaned and pressed his forehead against Abby's. Walking them to the couch, he mumbled something about 'Dunno being a damn good reason.'
"What was that Tony?" Abby shifted against him teasingly.
"Unnhhhh," he clawed at his brain cells desperately, "okay, stop that Abby. I can answer this question if you just… don't move."
Abby quickly pecked at Tony's lips then made the 'scouts honor' sign with her fingers and held herself still. Patiently. Waiting.
"Okay, why now? Why you? … Why not now? Why not you? You're beautiful. And sweet. And you've been a friend for me for longer than anyone I've met here in DC, next to Gibbs, and," he paused in mock concentration, "uh, yeah, no, I don't want to be in this situation – ever – with Gibbs." Tony kissed Abby's lips again, this kiss being longer and deeper than those before it; the truth of his appreciation of Abby echoing in his kiss.
Pulling back as Abby tickled her fingers through the hair at the base of his neck, Tony stared into Abby's eyes. "I may be slow, but I do recognize a good thing when I see it Abby. And you're a good thing. An xcellent thing. You give your heart to everyone and everything good. And you're sexy." He nuzzled his nose against hers before lowering them both on to the couch; Abby on her back, and Tony hovering over her. Her green eyes were reading him intently. "Damn sexy as I was so judiciously reminded of this evening."
Abby pulled Tony's head down by the neck, pulling him closer to her as he finished cataloguing her worth.
"And did I mention the 'beautiful' part? All of those things and more add up to the 'why you/"
Ever the devil's advocate, Abby chuckled and asked again, "And why now?" Her hands were already working on the buttons of his shirt.
"I told you, I'm just slow."
"Seven years slow!"
"Yeah." Then Tony got a mischievous look on his face. "Maybe, 'now' is because of the Chunky Monkey. Maybe this is the power of Chunky Monkey!"
Abby giggled, "So Chunky Monkey has sex powers?"
"Could be. Ben and Jerry can do some amazing things with ice cream."
She giggled again then whispered in his ear, "That's great, cuz, I have some amazing ideas for that Chocolate Fudge Brownie we have left."