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Title: Abby's Corner, insta-smut
By: sandersyager
Pairing: Tony/Abby
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These characters belong to CBS, Bellisario, et al. No copyright infringement is intended..
Spoilers: none
Summary: "Abby, with her boot on Tony's naked shoulder."
Author's Notes: skripka's fault.

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There's this corner of the lab that the cameras can't see. That's Abby's favorite place. She can curl up there when she's cranky, and no one can see her when they walk in. She can nap there when it's another late night. Most importantly, she can fuck there when Tony or Gibbs have a free moment and an inconvenient hard on.

Or, on a day like today, when her hormones are raging out of control and the only thing she wants is one. more. orgasm.

It doesn't matter which one of them comes down next, they're getting on their knees and getting her off before they get a single result out of her.

The doors shush open and Tony walks in, startled when Abby grabs his tie and drags him off to the little nook, but he doesn't complain. He knows better, resistance is futile when she's like this.

And besides, he doesn't mind. He even tracks it on his calendar, and not just because she's going to be a raving bitch at home for the next three days.

Abby kisses him hard as soon as they're out of camera range, more tongue than lip, and she hopes to god he gets the idea of what she needs as she pushes on his shoulder. "Down, now," she practically growls, and he complies, dropping neatly to his knees in front of her.

"Shirt off," she orders, yanking at the knot of his tie as his hands scramble to tug the tails of the button down free of his trousers. He makes short work of the buttons, shrugging out of the sleeves and hooking the shirt over the door knob of the supply closet.

Abby sighs as he runs his hands up her legs, from the top of her boots to the line of her panties, and she whimpers when he shoves her skirt up and the thin silk beneath it aside.

Tony's tongue is sure and talented, licking her slowly, firmly, circling her clit until she's pressing back against him, one foot coming up to rest on his shoulder. He slides two fingers inside her, amazed at how hot and wet she is, especially since he knows Gibbs was *just* here.

Her nails rake over the back of his hair, scratch his neck and his shoulders, and she needs just a little bit more, shifting her weight slightly. His fingers hit the right spot, his tongue the right rhythm and she bites her lip to keep from crying out as she comes.

Tony hisses as her heel digs into his skin, one more mark to wear, but it's worth it to see the tiny, contented smile forming on Abby's lips. He waits for her to come down before lifting her foot from his shoulder, climbing slowly up from his knees.

Abby grins, leaning up to kiss him again, tasting herself on his lips. She lingers a little, mostly because she doesn't trust her knees enough to try to move. Eventually, though, she pulls away, handing him his tie and one of the little handi-wipes she keeps in the cabinet nearby. "Clean up and I'll tell you all about Sergeant McClintock's DNA."

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