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Title: Out of the Rain
By: sandersyager
Pairing: Abby Sciuto/Anthony DiNozzo
Fandom: NCIS
Prompt: 070. Storm
Word Count: 2,418
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Abby doesn't mind the rain but she hates getting cold. She and Tony find ways to warm each other up and bring on a storm of their own.
Author's Notes: Follows Conservative Estimate.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.

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"My place or yours?" Tony asks, sliding his key into the ignition.

"Yours is closer," Abby says, reaching over to turn on the heat. "Love the rain sex, but damn, it gets chilly."

"I’ll warm you up." He runs his hand up her thigh, just under the hem of her skirt.

"So cheesy," she murmurs, moving her knees a little further apart. "Mmm... Tony, your car’s not made for the things I want to do. Take me home?"

"Yes, ma’am." He squeezes her thigh gently before withdrawing his hand. "Are you going to tell me what you want to do?"

"I could do that," she says, shifting in her seat to look at him. "You’re not on call this weekend are you?"

"No, Ziva’s got it covered and Gibbs is on back up." Tony steers them out into traffic, surprisingly heavy for the rain.

"Good." Abby runs her fingers firmly along his side, across his stomach and down between his thighs. "I don’t have to feel guilty for keeping you up," she laughs, low and throaty as she strokes him through his jeans.

"Trying to drive here," he says even as he pushes up into her touch.

"Says the man who fantasizes about getting jerked off on the expressway."

"Fantasy, not reality, and not in the middle of torrential downpour." Tony glances at her as he stops for the light. Abby pouts, rubbing him a little harder.

"You know, I really liked sucking you off in the park," she says conversationally. "I like having you in my mouth, the way you feel on my tongue, looking up at you as I swallow you down. The way you sound when you get close, when you come, it’s so hot, Tony." She squeezes now, her fingers cupping his half-hard cock.

"If we crash and die, I’m telling Gibbs it was your fault," he says through clenched teeth, somehow managing to get the car into the right gear and move them forward. Abby gives him one last firm stroke and a satisfied smile before sitting back in her seat.

"If we crash and die, you'll be dead and dead men don't talk to Gibbs. Just Ducky," she grins. She watches him for a moment, hands folded in her lap. "You know, I could tell you a few stories about driving with Gibbs."

"Can I stop you?" he asks wryly, shifting in his seat. Abby answers with an indignant snort and swats his shoulder.

"I can always sleep on the couch. I'm quite capable of taking care of myself," she says. "Anyway, do you remember when he and I got stuck in that freak snow storm driving back from Philly? We had to wait three hours for the roads to clear and I swear, he kept me right there the entire time. Didn’t let me come until we got back to his house, and then it was like I couldn’t stop."

"Do I have to know this?" Tony’s fingers tighten around the steering wheel and he takes the turn into the garage too sharply.

"All I’m saying is the Bossman might have a few years on us, but he’s damned good. If you ever get the chance to let him fuck you, you should totally do it." She notices the little smile that flashes across Tony’s lips, and the hitch in his breathing. "Huh, I thought you’d like that idea. You know, we could probably talk to him about joining us one night if you want."

"No," Tony says quickly, swinging the car into his usual spot. "Besides, Gibbs is straight."

"Yeah, he's as straight as I am," Abby snorts again. "Not everything is as it appears, Tony, honey," she says as she unfastens her seat belt and opens her door.

"But Gibbs?" Tony falls into step beside her, reaching for her hand.

"I bet he'd come over for breakfast tomorrow. I could make pancakes." She leans past him to push the elevator button. "Maybe with strawberries and whipped cream and the two of you could—"

"I'm begging you to stop," Tony slips his arm around her waist and pulls her to him. She adopts her best 'what did I do?' face as she presses against him.

"I think you should stop thinking so hard and trust me." She slides her hands up his arms to rest on his shoulders. "Would it be so bad to share me with Gibbs? Or is it that you don't want to share him with me? Don't I fit into your fantasy, Tony?"

"Abby, you're my reality," he says, stepping with her onto the elevator. "And regardless of what I might think or want, I don't see Gibbs being interested in me. You, definitely, me, no."

"I think you're wrong," she whispers, moving her hands down his back. "I think he dreams about fucking that cute little ass of yours as often as I do." She squeezes his ass, pulling him up against her as she rolls her hips slowly.

"Is that part of your plan for the evening?" Tony tilts his head into her shoulder, kissing her neck.

"Is that what you want?" she asks, working her hands under the back of his shirt. She doesn't hesitate to dig her nails in, drawing lines from the bottom of his shoulder blades to his waist.

"Oh, god, Abs," he groans. "Anything you want."

"Not about me, sweetie. I won't do it unless you want it, and I need you to tell me," she says, turning to step out of the elevator. She watches him fumble with his keys and finally slides her hand over his to steady it. "Easy there, Tony."

"Right," he grins, pushing the door open. Abby follows him in, fingers flying over the buttons of her shirt. She tosses it on the back of the couch, and unzips her skirt. She's stepping out of it when Tony turns around. "Um. I kind of wanted to do that."

"And I'm kinda tired of wearing wet cotton blends," she says, folding her skirt and placing it next to her shirt. "Besides, you can't tell me you don't like me walking around in nothing but my boots and my underwear."

"No, I can't say that," he murmurs as she moves to stand in front of him. She tugs his tee shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside.

"So nice," she says, running her hands over his chest. She unfastens his jeans, pushing them and his boxer briefs down past his hips. "You recover so quickly," she smiles up at him before licking the tip of his cock.

"You're trying to kill me," he moans, toeing off his shoes.

"Mmm... death by fucking is rare, unless you have a heart condition I should know about," she says, kneeling to tug his pants off. Tony draws a sharp breath above her, and she looks at him. "What?"

"Just you and the kneeling and..." he stops as she kisses his thigh, cheek just against his cock.

"Yeah, and just think how good you're gonna look on your knees for me," Abby says, rising slowly, letting her breasts just skim his skin. She wraps her hand firmly around his erection. "Bedroom, now?"

Tony can only nod, following her down the hall. She doesn't release her grip, just moves her hand slightly, making him moan with each careful step.

"Stay right here, okay, cutie?" Abby says, leaving him standing at the edge of the bed. He watches as she opens the top dresser drawer, removing the harness and several toys which she lines up on the nightstand. She unhooks her bra and lets it drop to the floor, looking at him across the bed. "You never answered my question. Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Abby..." he licks his lips, folding his hands behind his back. "Yeah. Yes, please."

"Ooh, good boy, Tony. I wasn't expecting that, but I like you submissive," she says, taking in the subtle drop in his gaze, the shift in his stance. Abby grins, slipping her panties down and over her boots.

"I know," he says softly. Abby surveys the collection of dildos on the nightstand and picks the one closest to Tony's own size.

"On the bed, hon," she says, fastening the toy into the O-ring of the harness then stepping into the straps. "I have to admit, Tonyboy, I really just want to skip the preamble and get down to the fucking. Is that a problem?"

"Is that a serious question?" he asks, settling onto the bed. He watches her adjust the buckles and move the harness to sit low on her hips.

"You're going to pay for that, Tony," she laughs as she kneels just behind him. He gasps as she grabs his hair, pulling his head back. "Just not tonight," she whispers in his ear. "Tonight, I'm going to spread you open, fuck you slow and hard like you need."

"Promises, promises," he says, trade mark smirk playing on the edge of his lips. Abby raises one eyebrow, tightening her hand in his hair as she kisses him, catching his lower lip between her teeth. She bites firmly, hard enough for him to feel it but not enough to bruise, not really, and moves around to straddle his thigh, pushing him down onto his back. She guides his hands up to wrap around one of the slats in the headboard, and reaches for the small bottle of lube on the nightstand.

"Peppermint, Tony?" she asks as she flips the lid open and catches the familiar scent.

"It was a gift."

"Was he good?" Abby slides a latex glove down over her left hand, squeezing a few drops of the lube onto her fingertips.

"She was a friend, happily married, so I wouldn't know," he says. Abby gives him a faint smile, running her bare hand over his cock and making him whimper.

"Patience, Tony," she says, moving to kneel between his thighs. She pushes his knees up and leans forward to run her tongue the underside of his erection. Tony arches his hips up off the bed, not letting go of the headboard. "Good boy. You're going to enjoy this, I promise," she says, running a hand over his thigh.

Tony trembles as she presses the tip of her finger into him. She looks into his eyes, waiting for him to relax, stroking his balls lightly with her other hand. She keeps up the slow massage, dragging her fingers along his cock and over the head as she pushes further into him.

"How're you doing, Tony?" she asks, running her tongue over her lips as she pulls back, adding a second finger. He moans in response, squeezing around her fingers. She spreads her fingers slightly, moaning herself as she's struck by the way he gives himself, gives control, to her. "So beautiful," she murmurs, slowing her pace.

"Killing me," Tony whispers hoarsely, eyes squeezed shut. Abby smoothes her hand over his calf, down to his curled toes.

"This is nothing," she says, balancing carefully as she leans up to kiss him. She comes away slightly breathless, and he gasps as she fucks him slowly, three fingers stretching him open for her. She reaches for a condom, tearing the wrapper open with her teeth. She takes a deep breath, rolling latex down over silicone then slips her fingers past the harness to her cunt.

Abby touches his lips, letting him taste her. Her breath catches as he draws her two of her fingers into his mouth. He circles her fingertips with his tongue in just the rhythm he uses against her clit and she struggles to stay focused.

"So good, Tony. You're so damned good at this," she moans, reluctantly pulling her hand back. She slides down his body, flicking her tongue against each of his nipples, leaving a trail of kisses over his stomach. Tony's nearly purring, body vibrating around her as she settles back between his thighs.

The purring stops as Abby pulls out, peeling off the glove and tossing it toward the garbage can. She steadies her cock with one hand, guiding it as she leans forward to push just the tip into Tony's ass. She hears the creak of the headboard, the sharp intake of breath, and waits. When Tony pushes back toward her, she sinks into him, his balls just brushing her skin above the line of the harness.

"C'mon, Abby," Tony says, lifting his hips slightly. She smiles, brushing her breasts over his chest. She pulls nearly all the way out, sliding back a fraction at a time. Tony's purring turns into a frustrated whine while she takes her time, trying to find the right stroke. The whine becomes a steady series of half-grunted cries as she finds the rhythm that suits them both.

"Right there," she whispers, adding a tiny twist to her hips as she pushes into him. The dildo presses back against her clit as he comes up to meet her, his cock rubbing between them. She shifts her weight, easing one hand between them to jack him in time with her thrusts.

"Abs, goddess, fuck. Fuck, oh, fuck," Tony babbles, arms straining as he holds on to the headboard. Abby buries her face in the crook between his shoulder and his neck, licking his skin and tasting salt, biding her time. A few more strokes, a few hard thrusts and she knows he's close.

"You first, Tony," she murmurs, concentrating on the head of his cock, ignoring the rising protest in the small of her back as she moves faster inside him. Tony tenses beneath her, around her, head thrown back. Abby keeps her pace, pushing him just a little further. She smiles against his shoulder as he cries out, making a mess of her hand and their stomachs as he comes.

"I...I..." he stammers, collapsing back against the mattress.

"Shh... no talking," Abby tells him, pushing herself up. She holds his gaze as she pulls out carefully and reaches for tissues. She wipes them both clean then slides from the bed to remove the harness.

"Abby?" Tony watches her through sleepy eyes, and wraps his arms around her when she crawls back into the bed.

"Yeah?" she snuggles against him, pulling the comforter up over them.

"Does that count as a storm?" he asks. She just laughs, lifting her head to kiss him.

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