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Title: Le Petite Mort/Death By Dancing
By: sandersyager
Pairing: Abby Sciuto/Anthony DiNozzo
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: 030. Death
Word Count: 371
Summary: She’s trying to kill him and he likes it. No matter how he tries to argue it, the proof is irrefutable, and becoming harder and harder to ignore.
Author's Notes: Ever see those girls who just *know* how to dance? I want to be them when I grow up.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.

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She’s trying to kill him. Tony’s certain of it. It’s his fault really. He knew he was taking a chance when he accepted her invitation to go dancing. He knew how much RedBull she consumed, he knew how hard she could party, how late she’d stay out. He also knew how little she would wear and how flirty could she could be, even by his standards.

However, he also hadn’t had any reason to suspect she’d do this. It wasn’t that he didn’t think she was capable, because, well... he’d seen her doing yoga in the lab. It was just that he didn’t think she’d do it to him. Or that he’d like it.

And he likes it. No matter how he tries to argue it, the proof is irrefutable, and becoming harder and harder to ignore.

Tony bites his lower lip, drawing a shaky breath, unsure of where to look or touch or if this is really happening. Abby, on the other hand, is quite sure of herself as she pushes one hand against his shoulder, pinning him to his seat. She rolls her hips slowly with the heavy bass line of the song, straddling his thighs, and the silver of her belt buckle catches the light.

Abby’s black tank top has risen and little lines of sweat trickle over her belly. Tony wonders whether she’d notice if he licked them off. He thinks she would, but wouldn’t care, and he’s frozen as she touches his chin, tilting his face so he has no choice but to meet her eyes.

She looks like Sex. She looks like she’d eat him alive, and right now, he thinks that wouldn’t be a bad thing. Especially when she drags her hand just down her side, over the curve of one breast. He’s forgetting how to think and who needs to at a moment like this?

She strokes his cheek, her mouth just close enough to his for him to know she feels the way he whimpers and not close enough to kiss. Tony shifts in his seat and feels the heat coming off of her, feels her weight press against him as she leans back, and he knows for sure that she’s trying to kill him.

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