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Title: Show Me Yours
By: sandersyager
Pairing: Abby Sciuto/Anthony DiNozzo
Fandom: NCIS
Prompt: 058. Dinner
Word Count: 674
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Secrets, kinks, and some eggplant lasagna
Author's Notes: Pre-smut for Ladynyxchaos, who should be in bed.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.

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“Psst...” Abby leans in, mischief on her face. Tony meets her in the middle, careful to keep his tie away the dish of manicotti.

“What?”

“Tell me something I don’t know about you,” she whispers, eyes sparkling. Tony grins, sitting back.

“Hmm... that’s hard,” he takes a sip of beer, clearly stalling. Abby folds her hands on the table, abandoning her eggplant lasagna for the moment. The restaurant was her choice, a family-owned, hole-in-the-wall Italian place a few blocks from his apartment. She’d found it through Google, but he knew it well for its takeout menu and the cute bartender who worked lazy Sunday afternoons. Unfortunately, it was a Tuesday, and Alex had the night off.

“Oh, come on, Tony. There’s got to be some buried secret, something you haven’t told me,” Abby says. She likes this place, it’s cozy and warm with just enough to look at without being overwhelming. Right now, she’s focused on Tony, seeing the little lines in his face, the ways the colors in his eyes change. The tiny frown on his lips while he’s thinking.

“Okay, there’s one,” he decides to play along. “You won’t believe me if I tell you.”

“What? You’re secretly Palmer’s love slave?”

“What? Ew,” Tony chokes on his beer. “Even if I did swing that way, I’d still have standards.”

“Sweetie, I hate to tell you this, but you do swing that way. You just don’t know it yet,” Abby reaches across to take a bite of his pasta. “I’ve been clubbing with you.”

“We are not having this conversation again, Abigail,” he shakes his head. And yeah, maybe she’s a little bit right, but telling her that would break Rule #15 in the DiNozzo play book. Never encourage Abby, especially when she’s right and prone to gloating. Or dancing, or creating a public celebration of a private fact.

“Okay, so you’re closeted, but I knew that. And in deep denial about your lust for the Autopsy Gremlin, but aren’t we all?” she giggles.

“If you’re going to be a brat, I won’t tell you my secret,” he gently tugs on her pigtail.

“Who’s the brat?” she smacks his hand away. “No hair-pulling outside the bedroom. It’s not nice.”

“Hair-pulling? Now, that’s a kink I didn’t know you had.”

“I have lots of kinks you don’t know about, DiNozzo,” she says. The drop in her voice is subtle, but the effect on Tony is clear as he lowers his eyes.

“One day, you’ll have to tell me all about them.”

“Hmm,” she taps a finger against her lips. “It’d be more fun to show you.”

“Are you ever going to stop teasing me?” he groans, shaking his head. He shouldn’t even think about the possibilities.

“Depends. You ever going to give up your dates and come home with me?”

“I thought you believed in sharing,” he can’t believe they’re discussing this, even if it is just theoretical.

“Yes and no,” she answers, pushing her plate away for good. “There are some things that are made for play, and others that require more... commitment.”

“Such as?” he looks longingly at the half-eaten lasagna and she pushes it toward him with a shrug.

“Depends on the kink, depends on the partner,” she knows it’s vague, but it’s always vague until, well, it’s not. “You could just be a boy-toy, but I think we both know you’d be miserable and drive me crazy. If memory serves,you don’t share and you don’t play well with others.”

“Side effect of being an only child,” Tony grins. “Selfishness come naturally, but I can be very giving.”

“So I’ve heard,” Abby’s face warms as she remembers her favorites of his stories. “I’ll make you a deal, Tony.”

“Yeah?” he stops chewing and looks at her. This could be interesting.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” she leans back in her seat and waits as he considers the offer.

“No dates?”

“No dates. Limited time offer and I don’t play for keeps unless you want to be kept.”

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