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Title: Let’s get a little bit naughty
By: sandersyager
Pairing: Abby Sciuto/Anthony DiNozzo
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: R
Author's Notes: ladynyxchaos asked for cheerleaderAbby. Blame her.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.

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It was a moderately well kept secret, lurking at the back of her closet. Brought out only on special occasions and when Abby was in a particularly giving mood.

At least that’s the way it was until Tony went snooping through her closet. Admittedly, she’d given him permission to dress her for the night, that was her first mistake.

Then she’d gone to shower, leaving him standing in her walk in closet, surrounded by what seemed like acres of plaid, vinyl, leather and velvet. That was her second mistake.

Tony grinned at her when she returned, wrapped in a thick black towel, hair dripping onto the carpet. He gestured toward the bed with a sweeping motion, one hand behind his back.

“All of those are hot, but this,” he produced the mystery item, her well kept secret not so secret anymore. “Why didn’t you ever tell me about this?”

Abby paused, one foot frozen midstep. There was no way in hell she was going to wear that in public. Not even for him. Not even for the look on his face or the bulge in his jeans. No way.

“You never asked,” she shrugged, careful not to dislodge the towel. She rummaged in the drawer for panties, avoiding eye contact.

“All this time and you never told me. Bad girl, Abigail,” Tony stepped behind her, pressing along the length of her back as he kissed her shoulder.

“It was a long time ago, Tony, high school,” she said softly, breath catching as he drew his fingers along the line of her neck. “If you keep that up, we’ll never make dinner.”

“True,” he lifted her hair, licked at the drops of water clinging to her skin. “We could always order in.”

“Why do I think there’s more to it than that?” she closed her eyes, leaning back against his chest as his hands tugged the towel free. He cupped her breasts, just barely brushing her nipples.

“Well, I thought we could stay in, and play a little. I could be your football hero and you could show me your pom-poms.”

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