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Title: Home. Coming.
By: sandersyager
Pairing: Abby Sciuto/Anthony DiNozzo
Fandom: NCIS
Prompt: 090. Home
Word Count: 2,158
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Tony's been away for a week and Abby welcomes him home.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.

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"Hang on," Tony calls, slipping his shirt over his shoulders. He's fumbling with the buttons as he opens the door to let Abby in.

"Hey, sweetie." She leans in to kiss his cheek, one hand sliding over his stomach ever so casually. "I like this look on you. Somewhere between squeaky clean and mildly debauched."

"Something like that," he says, catching her hands as she starts to move past him. He holds her for a second, looking not quite down into her eyes as he slips his arms around her waist. "You think you can just waltz in and not kiss me properly?"

"Course not, baby." She lets her voice drop to that slightly husky whisper, raking her nails over his chest. She brings her hands up to cup his face, holding his gaze, pressing her lips softly to his.

Tony smiles against her kiss, sliding his tongue past her lips, tasting sugar and the traces of the cherry lip balm she favors. "Missed you," he says, tracing the line of her cheek with his fingertip.

"Me, too. Gibbs and I had a nice long talk about all the reasons he's not allowed to send you to conferences anymore."

"All the reasons?"

"Well, not all, but I think he got the point when I threatened to spike his coffee with decaf," she grins, remembering the look of complete terror that passed over the Bossman's face. "Of course he countered with taking away my soda and then it became one giant pissing contest of who could call whose bluff, and there was spanking and after that, it gets a little fuzzy, but I'm pretty sure I offered to let him tie you up and there was something about liquid latex and selling all of our souls on E-bay."

"Can I retract my statement about missing you?" Tony laughs, leaning his face into her shoulder. He breathes her in, just her for once, instead of the gunpowder perfume she mixes in her kitchen.

"You could try, but then I'd have to leave and I just got here," she says, dragging her fingers through his hair. "Besides, I've got a surprise for you."

"Yeah?" he asks slowly, reaching to unfasten her cape. Abby gently pushes his hands away from the clasps of the black brocade.

"Not yet, sweetie." She smiles, patting his cheek. "I know we said dinner, but I think we should skip straight to dessert."

"Does that involve you being dessert?" he asks as she takes his hand, pulling him toward the bedroom.

"Exactly. You know, you're smarter than you look, pretty boy," she teases, leading him to the bed. She stops him when he tries to pull her down with him. "So impatient," she shakes her head, stepping back. "It's time for a little show and tell, Tony, honey."

"Abs, come on. I've been gone for a week with nothing but memories to keep me warm," he whines, reaching for her again. Abby smacks his hands, taking another big step backward.

"And you'll have nothing but those memories and your right hand tonight unless you settle down," she gives him a stern look. Tony lowers his eyes, sliding back toward the center of the bed. "Good boy."

"Hey! What am I, a St. Bernard?" he scowls.

"Only for Gibbs, sweetie," she snickers. "Although we both like the idea of leashing you."

"And this is supposed to be sexy?" Tony laughs in spite of himself, and Abby just smirks down at him.

"You can't tell me you haven't thought about it. You do talk in your sleep, after all," she says, unhooking her cape. "We value your loyalty, Tony, although for slightly different reasons, I think. You know, I'd really hate to compete with the Bossman for you, and I know you don't like to share, even though I kinda like the idea of two hot, strong men—"

"Abby, could you focus on me, on us, for the next few hours, please? We can talk all you want to about your delusions of triadic bliss that would inevitably end in ass kicking and tears after we take care of some more pressing issues, okay?" Tony offers.

"Except all you ever want to do after is sleep, and really, I think this is worth considering." Abby crosses her arms over her chest, pouting just a little.

"Not all of us have replaced our blood stream with pure caffeine and sugar," he counters. Abby gives him a long look, eyebrow arched, lips pursed, and seems to reach a decision. She finally removes the cape, effectively shutting down Tony's ability to think. The short black dress barely brushes the top of her thighs, leaving a few inches of skin between the hem and the top of her black vinyl boots.

"You were saying?" She smiles at him, turning slowly to reveal the back, or lack thereof, of the dress. The two sides are held together by a row of broad laces that run the length of her back to expose nothing but skin and tattoo beneath it.

"Ah... Abby, that's... wow." Tony can't decide quite which view he prefers, the plunging neckline, the way the vinyl clings to her hips or the back, with her ass just framed by the material and barely touched by the bottom of the ornate cross inked into her skin.

"I thought you might like it. I think it's a little extreme, but it gets straight to the point, don't you think?" She leans over him now, unbuckling his belt, drawing it slowly through the loops of his jeans.

"Guessing you're in charge tonight?"

"Good guess," she says, slipping the top button of his jeans open. She licks the tiny patch of skin exposed then slides the next button free. "Should've known you'd be going commando." She shakes her head, hair brushing over his stomach. Tony groans as she opens the last button, nuzzling her cheek against his cock.

"Jesus, Abby," he says. The heat of her mouth around him reminds Tony of exactly what he'd been missing. He fights the urge to guide her, knowing from experience that that would only get him nowhere fast. Besides, she's doing just fine on her own, tugging his jeans past his hips, licking him with broad, hot strokes.

"Missed this," Abby murmurs, leaning over him, keeping one foot on the floor as she straddles his thigh. She brushes her fingers over his forehead, mouth hovering above his. "Mmm, my hot boy," she says, kissing the corner of his smile, one hand reaching for the buttons of his shirt. Together, they pull the soft cotton away from his arms, and he stretches out beneath her, hands at her hips.

"I really like this," he says, just fingering the edges of the laces holding her dress together. Abby sinks on top of him, vinyl meeting bare skin as they move farther onto the bed. Her knees press between his thighs as she begins to rock against him, one hand sliding between them to wrap around his erection.

"You like this, Tony?" she asks and he answers her with a whimper, pushing up into her hand. She laughs softly, leaning in to kiss him, her tongue stroking against his as lazily as her hand moves on his cock. As she deepens the kiss, her hand slows until she finally draws it away completely, trailing her fingers over his stomach. Abby sighs against his lips, arching her back as he traces the neckline of her dress.

Tony guides her onto the bed, not wanting to break the kiss, one hand in her hair, the other splayed across her chest. He strokes each of her nipples, teasing her with the barest friction and she whimpers beneath him.

"Still wanna be in charge?" he asks, lowering his head to kiss the side of her throat.

"Mm-hmm." Abby smiles softly, tilting her head as he nibbles at her earlobe. "Love when you do that, and that, and oh, yeah." She practically purrs when he sinks his teeth into the stretch of skin just below her ear, and she actually does when he pinches her nipple with a tiny twist, stretching her arms over her head and rising to press against his body.

"I should get..." Tony says, almost apologetically, reaching out to fumble with the drawer of the night stand. Abby sighs, falling back against the pillows at the head of the bed, one hand ghosting over his back, down across his thigh.

"Not yet," she says, pressing her lips to his shoulder. "I want you to... could you..."

He looks at her for a moment, then nods, leaning down to kiss her entirely too briefly. Abby reaches down and takes his hand, guiding it between her thighs, under her dress. They breathe together, Abby gasping, Tony moaning, as he slides his fingers against her cunt.

"Yeah," she whispers, bringing her knees up, heels pressing into the bed. Tony spares a thought to be grateful she refuses to wear anything other than the chunky platforms. Stilettos would just destroy his linens. Another whimpering, pleading noise from her and he focuses, moving down the bed to lean between her thighs.

"Beautiful," he says, pushing her dress up. He take a moment to breathe her in, parting her labia with his fingertips. He flicks the tip of his tongue against the tip of her clit and she bucks up from the bed. Tony grins, sliding his hands up to grip her hips firmly. He waits for her to relax, then repeats the tiny motion.

"Tony," Abby whines above him, wiggling under his hands. He wants to draw it out, wants to take the time to tease her, and he does, pushing his tongue inside her, tasting her. He kisses her labia, sucking gently, before moving back to concentrate on her clit. Abby trembles against him, around him, her thighs tensing as he pulls out every little trick she's taught him. He listens for the changes in her breathing, the heavy groans when he traces vague shapes with his tongue, the high pitched whine when he draws her clit between his lips. Finally, there's nothing but a broken sobbing sound, something like his name and her hands curling tightly in his hair, pressing him closer then pulling him away.

She tugs at his hair again, reaching for him as she parts her lips for a kiss. Tony closes his lips over hers, tongues sliding together. He's aware of Abby moving them, rising until they're both kneeling. She rolls the condom down over his cock, sitting back on her heels. She reaches out to cup his cheek, giving him a shy smile that grows into a wicked grin as she turns away, hands resting against the head board.

Tony takes a shaky breath, running his hands over her shoulders, down her back. Abby leans forward, sliding her knees further apart as she looks at him over her shoulder. He steadies himself, one hand on her hip, the other stroking her cunt, opening her as he pushes into her.

"Please," Abby whispers, rocking against him. He moves with her, offering no resistance, and she makes another frustrated whine.

"Not in charge anymore, Abs," he murmurs against her back, thrusting all the way inside her. He gasps at the way she tenses and flexes around him, reminding him of how much control he doesn't have. He reaches around her, one hand anchored at her breast, the other covering hers against the bed, and he begins to move slowly.

"Come on, Tony. Please, Tony, harder." She fights not to move, not to scream, as he hits just the right spot. Tony tightens his hold on her nipple, increasing his pace, and she loses the battle, falling forward with her back arched, mouth open in a wail.

"That's it, Abby, fucking perfect. Come for me, come with me deep inside you, baby," he says, reaching down to stroke her clit. Abby pushes back against him, hips snapping in time with his as she clenches around him. He continues to murmur to her, inconsequential phrases that turn into both of them moaning as his orgasm begins. He comes hard, buried inside her, held by those ridiculous laces over her ass, shuddering against her back.

Tony leans against her, careful not to crush her, letting the last waves wash over them. He pulls out slowly, careful to hold onto the condom, and Abby falls onto her back on the bed, laughing.

"I changed my mind," she says, watching him return from the trashcan.

"About what?" Tony settles next to her, reaching for her hands.

"You should go away more often," she grins. "Because the homecoming sex? Is nice."

"Just nice?" He lifts one of her hands, kissing her palm.

"Very nice, but I think we might have to do it again, just to, you know, be sure," she says, pulling him down for a kiss.

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