Title Best For Last
Pair Tony and Abby, Tabby
Disclaimer All publicly recognizable characters, settings, plot, etc. are the property of the creators of the TV show NCIS and the singer Adele. Any original characters, settings and plots are the property of devylish. devylish is in no way associated with the TV show NCIS or the music of the fabulous Adele and no copyright infringement is intended. This work is an amateur fan effort and no profit is being made.
AN Unbeta'd. Abbylover18 asked me to write something Tabby since there's a definitive dearth of Tabby fics out there. Here's what I came up with. It's Fluffy and Sad at the same time.
Wait, do you see my heart on my sleeve?
It's been there for days on end and
It's been waiting for you to open up
Just you baby
She released him with a loud, self-satisfied pop, and he groaned. He'd been close. Really close.
Lifting his head and opening his eyes, he looked down at her… she was grinning at him with that damn, beautiful grin of hers. Releasing his grip on the sheets, he curled one hand in her hair and tugged her upwards. "C'mere."
Crawling her way up his body, Abby paused long enough to lick a trail along his sternum, detouring to the left to swipe at his nipple, grazing her teeth along the sensitive skin.
Tony groaned again; he'd been doing a lot of groaning during the past half hour. Twisting his hand in her hair he tugged a little harder, "I said come here."
She mewled softly and edged further up his body, her lips brushing against his chin before pressing against his mouth. "Someone's a little impatient."
"Horny. The word is horny." He lowered his second hand from her waist to her hip before slipping it between their bodies. As he guided his length into her, she ran her fingers through his hair, mussing the normally perfect coif. And because it was Abby - his Abby - he didn't mind. He didn't care.
They kept their gazes locked on one another as they breathed in the same air – their air – and as they breathed - in and out - their bodies blissfully took and gave -- one to the other.
You should know that you're just a temporary fix
This is not rooted with you it don't mean that much to me
You're just a filler in the space that happened to be free
He watched her climb out of his bed, searching through the clothes they'd haphazardly discarded in their attempts to get into one another's arms. One another's naked arms. He studied the long curves of her body as she found her skirt and shimmied her way into it. He loved her legs; long and slim, and able to wrap around him in the most amazing ways.
He felt his cock stirring as she stretched to fix her hair; she straightened up, scruncci on her wrist, and swept her hair up into her hands, combing through it with her fingers until she had her hair in a somewhat tamed ponytail. Her pale creamy torso, bare from the waist up was lithe and curvy at the same time. Everything about her as a conundrum; and everything about her made him hard.
"Top. Top. Where'd we put my top?"
He remained silent, not telling her that it was on the floor peeking out from under his shirt; he wasn't anxious to see her go, but he didn't have much choice in the matter. He never did.
"Ah hah!" Pulling the long sleeve black t-shirt off of the floor and shaking it out with a flourish, she pulled it over her head. Locating both of her boots and her carry-all, she traipsed to the bedroom door.
"Ahem!" He cleared his throat softly and Abby, as if it was a habit, turned around on her heel.
With half a smile, Tony tapped his finger to his mouth a couple of times.
Echoing the smile on Tony's lips, Abby headed back to the bed; to the tanned, muscled, barely covered body of Anthony DiNozzo. Stopping by the head of the bed, she leaned over and touched her lips to his. "I'll see you tomorrow, handsome."
"Tomorrow." He responded to her retreating back; wishing, once again, that she would just stay. That she would want to stay with him.
As soon as Abby escaped Tony's apartment, all of her bravado left her. She found herself leaning against his door, longing to be back in his arms. Longing to spend the night, safe in his bed.
Longing to hear him tell her that she was all he needed; all he wanted.
And we'll say all of the right things without a clue
And you'll be the one for me and me the one for you