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Title: Conservative Estimate
By: sandersyager
Pairing: Abby Sciuto/Anthony DiNozzo
Fandom: NCIS
Prompt: 066. Rain
Word Count: 950
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Abby has some ideas about the power of storms and how to create them.
Author's Notes: Asking blueraccoon what I should write leads to things like this. I’d say to blame her, but she’ll just whistle and try to look innocent. Followed by Out of the Rain.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.

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"Come on," Abby grabs his hand and runs for the gazebo. Another flash of lightning breaks across the sky, lighting everything for blocks. She stumbles a little as they reach the steps and Tony catches her, pulling her close to his chest. They're both soaked, and her hair sticks to her forehead as she looks up at him, just a little out of breath. "Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time," she grins, reaching up to wipe raindrops from his brow.

"Yeah, didn't expect this," he says, glancing at the sheets of rain. He can't see the road, just water and more water. Abby sighs, leaning into him.

"I really wanted to swing, but it'll be too muddy," she says. "Guess we'll have to find other ways to occupy ourselves until Noah comes by with the Ark," she slides her hands under the back of his tee-shirt, dragging her nails over wet skin.

"You've got something in mind?" he runs a finger along the neckline of her shirt, white cotton, plastered to her skin and nearly transparent. Abby lowers her eyes, and he knows he's in trouble. That thought is confirmed when she tilts her hips just barely against his thigh, and leans up to kiss the side of his neck.

"There's something about storms, the raw power, the energy in the air," she whispers, lips pressed against his ear. "It's just... thunder and lightning and it's like I can feel it in every part of me. You know that feeling, Tony? Like electricity is just running through you, making it hard to think?"

"Yeah," he swallows as her fingers find his nipple, pinching lightly.

"It's like everything is wired together. A feeling that starts, maybe here," she touches his lips with her other hand, "And it travels down to stop somewhere else, like here," she rolls his nipple between her fingertips and he moans before he can stop himself. "And then it keeps going, keeps moving, one long line of heat and fire and just feeling. Like everything is anchored here," she rubs her hand over his cock through his jeans, smiling slowly as he bites his lip. "I think you know exactly what I'm talking about, Tony. Don't you?"

He can only nod, and even that takes more concentration than he can muster. The rain falls in a steady beat against the roof of the gazebo as Abby kisses him, stroking the back of his neck. She barely brushes her lips against his, watching him with wide green eyes.

"Abby, don't tease me," he says softly. She raises one eyebrow, looking at him for a moment. She slides her hands to the back of his head and pulls his mouth to hers, taking her time. Tony moans again when she sucks on his bottom lip, running the tip of her tongue just along the edge. He reaches for the buttons of her shirt, opening them slowly, feeling her shiver when he caresses her breasts through the black lace bra.

"You're... oh... I had a plan," she says, not quite panting, not quite complaining.

"I can stop," he offers, tugging hard on her piercings. She tenses, groaning against the side of his neck.

"Don't you dare," she curls her fingers into his shoulder, biting just below his ear. Tony grins, pushing her skirt up to stroke the top of her thigh.

"What do you need, Abby?" his fingers move along the line of her panties at her hip. She pushes against him again, dragging her mouth back to his. He takes control this time, noticing the way she arches into him, tilting her head back. He flattens his hand against her breast, keeping her nipple between his fingers, squeezing until she whimpers against his mouth, her own hand reaching for his zipper. They both groan as she frees his erection, shoving his boxer briefs out of the way to run her hand along his length.

"I need to..." she closes her eyes for a second, drawing her thumb over the head of his cock. "I think I need to be on my knees for you," she sinks slowly to the floor of the gazebo, brick rough against her bare legs. Tony watches her face, the way she licks her lips then licks him, light flicks of her tongue against the underside of his head. She smiles up at him then pulls him into her mouth, sliding down his length. Tony leans back against the rails, hands fisted around the cold metal. Abby moves up to concentrate on his head, jerking him slowly with one hand. She holds his gaze, reaching under her skirt with her free hand.

"So good, Abs. So hot," he murmurs, touching the top of her head, smoothing her hair. "So fucking hot when you touch yourself like that. So close, so..." he gasps as she twists her hand, flicks her tongue. He watches her hips, moving faster as she pulls him deep into her throat again, her fingers tightening around the base of his cock. She tenses, shudders, moaning around him, and that's all it takes. He comes with a half-strangled cry and Abby holds him between her lips for a moment, he can feel her swallow around him before she leans back on her heels.

"The rain's slacking off, " she says as she climbs to her feet. She straightens her shirt as Tony zips up, then slides her arms around his waist. What do you say we make run for the car and continue this at home? I bet we can bring on another storm or two."

"Just two?" he asks, kissing her gently.

"Conservative estimate. My specialty's forensics, not meteorology," she grins.

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Next story in series: Out of the Rain.