A/N: It's been a while since I've watched an episode with Abby's apartment in it, so I apologize if my descriptions of it are inaccurate
"Abs? You still awake?" Tony asked at one point while massaging her feet.
"Hmmm…" Abby hummed, her eyes still closed as her lips stayed curled in a small smile.
Tony watched her eyes for a bit, waiting for them to open and when they didn't, he carefully set her feet down and stood up, quietly walking down the hall toward where he had heard the shower earlier so he could use the bathroom.
As he washed his hands after using the toilet, he looked at himself in the mirror, thinking about how his impure thoughts of her and her legs and her feet and her breasts, almost poking through that pajama tank top made him feel. Pull yourself together, man. You cannot break Rule 12. Not after doing so well for so long. He thought hard for a while, almost so long that he forgot he was washing his hands until the water seemed to burn his skin and he quickly pulled them out with a wince, shutting the water off. He dried his hands and got one last look at himself in the mirror before opening the door, almost jumping as he saw Abby, standing right there in front of her bathroom door.
"Jesus, you scared me." Tony said through a breath with a soft chuckle."I thought you were asleep."
"I thought you left." She said, almost bitterly, but relieved that he hadn't.
"No…No. Not yet. Am I not allowed to?" He asked once he noticed the hurt in her tone.
"Not without saying goodbye." She said as if it were obvious. "And I haven't even given you the tour yet."
"That can wait if you're tired."
"I'm good now." She said. "Had a little power nap, now come on. I'll show you my coffin." Abby grabbed Tony's hand and pulled him back toward the living room and to the left toward the front window that could see out into the street.
"Wow, you weren't kidding. You really do have a coffin." Tony chuckled. "Is this the one you sleep in?"
"Yupp." Abby said happily. "Sometimes I wonder why I even have that bed upstairs."
Tony turned to look up at the loft over their heads, seeing her large king sized bed covered with a large dark purple comforter blanket that was embroidered with black velvet designs making it look more gothic than it was. "I take it that's the bedroom." He said with a chuckle.
"Mhm." Abby dragged him over to the living room. "So this is the living room, you've seen that. And this is my desk." She pulled him to the right of the living room toward her desk, stepping up onto the platform it was on. "And my computer which I do some work from home with if I can't sleep. And my closet." She gestured to the large open closet behind the desk that almost looked like a clothing store display, especially with the three tall mannequins that she had, each with an outfit on that Tony had definitely seen Abby wear before, the platform heels included. "And over here are the stairs up into the bedroom." She said, excitedly dragging Tony up the stairs to the open loft where her large bed was.
"It looks even bigger up close." Tony pointed out about the bed.
"I know." Abby gave him a delightful smile. "And that's it. That's the tour."
"Wow. Are you sure you didn't miss anything?" Tony joked about the size of her apartment.
"Hey, shut up." Abby playfully pushed him and he almost toppled over onto the bed but caught his footing.
"I'm kidding. I'm kidding." He softly laughed. "Really though. This place is pretty awesome, Abs." He said in a genuine tone as he looked up at the black ceiling about ten feet higher than the landing her bed was on. "You could fit a huge Christmas tree in here though." He admitted to the crazy height of the ceiling.
"Oh, I have. It's fantabulous!" The raven-haired woman stepped up to the horizontal bars of the landing, holding onto the top one to look down, remembering the last time she had a big Christmas tree in her apartment. "Maybe I can find another good one like that this year."
"I'll help you, if you do. We could probably get Gibbs to bring one of his many hand-saws to cut it down." The agent chuckled.
"Mmm, maybe." Abby turned to face Tony with her back to the bars.
"Uhh…you gonna…step away from there, Abs?" Tony asked nervously as he looked at how close she was to the edge. "That's an awfully long fall."
"Is the infamous Anthony Dinozzo afraid of heights?" Abby asked with a cheeky grin.
"Of course not. Anthony Dinozzo has been skydiving. I just don't think you should stand that close to the bannister without a parachute." He pointed out.
"Ohhhh!" Abby pretended to fall over as she playfully leaned over the top bar.
"I'm serious, Abs. Don't-" He quickly went to her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer to him and away from the bannister, causing Abby to lose her footing and her body crashed hard against his but his balance was incredible and held her upright as their bodies became one, pushed together in an accidental tight embrace.
Abby's eyes immediately looked down at her own chest pressed against Tony's and she bit her bottom lip before sucking on it and her eyes slowly looked up to Tony's face without lifting her head. It was always a little cold in her apartment due to the lack of carpeting and hardwood floors that she had. So, fortunately….or unfortunately (Abby couldn't tell how Tony felt about it), he could probably feel her hardened nipples against his chest through her thin tank top and his button down shirt, which was pretty thin as well considering Tony sometimes wore tighter shirts to seem more muscular for the ladies.
The Forensic Scientist did not want to let it show how nervous Tony suddenly made her so she smirked as she spoke with confidence. "Having fun saving my life tonight, Agent Dinozzo?"
"That's SPECIAL Agent to you, Abs." He joked with a smirk of his own, trying to keep things as platonic as possible.
"Ohhh, SPECIAL Agent." She playfully corrected herself as if she didn't know that. "How'd you earn that title? Saved a lot of women?"
"Broke a lot of hearts." He corrected her.
"Mhmm." Abby placed her hands on Tony's abdomen and gently pushed him away to step around him, fixing a crooked pillow on her bed.
"What? You don't believe me?" He asked her.
"I think it's allllll an act." She said with a bright smile. "Tony Dinozzo is not the ladies' man that he says he is."
"You think I lie about the women I'm with?"
"No. I think you lie about not caring about them. You secretly cop a feel for every girl you fuck and you just PRETEND you don't so you can seem like James Bond or something."
Tony was taken back by the fact that she said the word "fuck" and he rubbed the back of his neck as he thought of a response. "Okay, I definitely do not have feelings for EVERY girl I've spent the night with."
"Maybe not. But I believe you feel bad every time you disappoint one when you tell them it's over or they wake up the next morning and you're gone."
"Why does it matter?" Tony wondered aloud.
"Because…if you just admitted it about yourself…you and Kate would work." Abby sat down on the side of her bed with a bounce, her damp hair bouncing with her breasts.
"I don't want Kate." He denied.
Abby picked up a maroon colored stuffed bear she had on her pillows and pet its head a bit while she spoke. "Sure you don't." She smirked, knowing the truth.
"I don't." He argued.
"You're telling me that if she didn't come crawling over to you, begging you to take her that you wouldn't?" She raised a challenging eyebrow at him.
"Of course I wouldn't. Rule 12." He said quickly, hoping to get off the subject somehow.
"Oh, come on. McGee and I broke Rule 12. Why won't you?"
"McGee and you are different." Tony said.
"Why is that?" Abby asked him as she set her bear back down on the bed.
"Because you-" He thought for a second but couldn't think of a good response. "Because you are."
Abby chuckled. "Oh, Anthony."
"Oh, Abigail." He playfully mocked her with a smile.
"Hey, don't call me that." She said, trying to sound offended though she secretly loved her full name coming out of Tony's mouth.
"Don't call me Anthony." He retorted.
Abby softly laughed and rolled her eyes before standing back up from the bed. "Anyway…I don't follow all of Gibbs' rules. He mostly made them up for himself."
"Oh no. What would Boss say if he ever heard you say that? His favorite."
"Oh, please. I'm not his favorite." Abby chuckled, starting down the stairs of the loft.
"Uhhh…yes, you are." Tony followed her.
"Who's YOUR favorite? Besides Kate?" She smirked to herself as she looked down at every step she descended.
"Oh, shut up, Abs." Tony playfully tugged a strand of her hair as he came down behind her.
"Hey!" She reached up to put a hand over the spot he pulled.
"Who's YOUR favorite?" Tony asked her the same question. "Ducky? Gibbs?"
"Mmmmm maybe." Abby shrugged her right shoulder as she reached the bottom step and went over to kneel on her couch, facing the back while Tony stood behind it.
"It's me, isn't it?" Tony joked, resting his hands on the back of the couch as Abby folded her forearms over it and rested her chin on her arms with a grin, their faces eerily close now as they both continued to smile at each other.
"Hmmm…No. Definitely not you." Abby said excitedly to get a rise out of him.
"Well, that's not very nice." He said, though his smile never went away. "Here's a question then…How do I BECOME your favorite?"
"I don't know if I should answer that, Mr. Rule 12." She mocked him.
"What's that supposed to mean, Sciuto?" The man asked her.
"Come closer and you'll find out, Dinozzo." Abby said, her eyes falling to his lips. Tony smirked, bringing his face closer to hers, close enough to where they could both feel each other breathing. Abby let her nose just barely touch Tony's as she spoke again. "Would you turn Kate down if she were this close to you?" She asked, her voice lower and more sultry than usual, causing Tony to feel a wave of chills go down his spine and move up between his legs.
"Mmm, maybe." He replied, looking down at Abby's lips. "I have amazing self control."
Abby lowly chuckled as he said that, finding this more fun and arousing than she had intended it to be when she started the conversation upstairs. "Prove it."
"Prove what?" He asked.
"That you have amazing self control, Anthony." She called him that again to upset him more. He took in a deep breath and let it out as a hum with a growl in the back of his throat, the sound now sending chills up and down Abby's spine followed by a tingle in between her legs. "Do that again." Abby demanded seriously.
"Do what again?" He asked, his voice dropping now as he started to feel that this was going too far, but he didn't want to stop it.
"That sound you just made." Abby told him.
He smirked and took in another deep breath before growling through a hum once more, this time making it sound even lower and more sexy for the five foot ten pale woman.
Abby couldn't help but let out a breath, it hitting Tony's lips as she immediately crashed her lips against his in an intense kiss.