Tony bit his lip as he stopped singing, hoping Abby didn't hear him as she stepped out of the bathroom. He kept his head back against the sofa while staring up at the ceiling, only lifting his head to see the pale woman standing in front of the couch now.

Her pajama tank top was black and thin and only showed a few centimeters of her cleavage, but just enough to draw Tony's eyes to it. Her pajama shorts were made of the same, satin material and short enough (but not too short) to show off her long legs. Her hair was down and wet, her bangs combed well and covering her forehead as the rest of her hair remained un-brushed and wet, dripping down her shoulders. Tony was surprised to see Abby's hair like that and mostly surprised to learn that her natural hair was slightly wavy while it was wet and he remained motionless and speechless looking up at her natural self…no platform heels, no makeup (save for a bit of lipstick she had put on after her shower), no pigtails, no chains around her neck and wrists. Though he loved Abby the way she was and loved how she dressed at work, seeing her this way was something he never imagined and he honestly could not think of what to say or even do as he sat there in front of her.

"Feel better now?" He finally asked once he found his voice.

"Mhm." She answered in a chipper tone with a grin. "Whatcha doing?"

"Just waiting for you." He said, feeling the urge to look down at her extremely long legs but forcing his eyes to stay put on hers.

"Hmmm." She hummed and sat beside him on the couch, bouncing a bit while she sat. "I'll give you the grand tour in a minute. My feet hurt."

"Give 'em here." He said, waving toward his lap.

"What?"

"I'll massage 'em." He said, waving her feet toward his lap a second time.

Abby's smile only grew and she happily placed both of her legs across his lap. "Thank you, Tony."

"Wow." Tony said as he started to massage her right foot first. "You have smaller feet than I was expecting."

"I know." Abby chuckled, leaning back against the arm of the couch behind her so she was sitting sideways now. "The platforms really hide how small they really are, which I'm thankful for."

"Why's that?" Tony wondered.

"Because I'd look like a freak if people could really see that I'm a tall, giant woman with feet the size of a pixie's. My body is so oddly proportioned, it's infuriating."

"You don't look like a freak, Abby." Tony said in a serious voice. "I think your body's great the way it is."

"Mmm, you're sweet." She grinned, leaning the side of her head against the back of the couch as she watched him. "Liar." She chuckled.

"I'm being serious, Abs. I wouldn't change a single thing about you." He rubbed her foot a bit harder.

She closed her eyes and softly hummed. "Mmm, that feels good, Tony." The second she made that sound and said those words, Tony felt extremely nervous in his stomach and he didn't understand why until he heard the next thing she said. "I didn't mean for that to sound sexual." She chuckled. "Sorry. You just have magic hands."

"Yes, I know. That's why I offered." He chuckled as well, trying to seem as casual as possible.

Abby smiled and hummed again, opening her eyes to look at him once more, her green eyes soon finding their way to Tony's hands massaging her feet and the way they moved. She tried to only think pure thoughts because he was her co-worker and he probably wouldn't want to think of her that way anyway, so she did her best not to make it awkward….but just as she thought that, another hum escaped her throat, this one sounding even closer to a moan than the first one.

Tony bit his lip, trying his best to ignore the feeling that the sounds she made were giving him. He did his best to think about Rule 12. Thinking about how he could ruin so much if he acted like a total idiot right now. Especially after what happened at the club. Just be cool, Dinozzo. Be cool. He told himself over and over again while his hands kept trying to tell him to move up her legs, but luckily his mind overpowered his hands.

"Thank you, by the way, Tony." Abby said after a while.

"For what?" He asked.

"For sticking up for me with that guy. It was the best thing I've ever seen any man do. Especially for me. And showing him your gun? That was not okay, I mean, at all. But it was so…exhilarating and dare I say…." She stopped herself from saying something she shouldn't.

"Dare you say what?"

"Nevermind. Keep rubbing." She said with a chuckle. "My feet, I mean."

Tony chuckled as well, deciding not to push it as he kept rubbing her feet.