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Title: Tony/Abby Drabbles/Teasers
By: sandersyager
Pairing: Abby Sciuto/Anthony DiNozzo
Fandom: NCIS
Note: Okay, kids, infinitecrush pointed out that my drabbles updating had slowed to nothing. Real life, distractions, ff100 plotting, IMs and Qwyzzle sucked out my brain. What I have to offer instead are some teasers.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: The set are a mix of ratings but none are NC-17, all are Tony/Abby, and there are notes after each explaining what each one is (and now, I want to quote Arlo Guthrie, but no). Happy reading.

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Everything about her is sweetness and light, painted with wry wit and fine black inks.

Everything about him begs for attention, a needy boy who knows how to please, body that’s impossible to ignore, easy grin that walks a deadly line. Yeah, he’ll break your heart but he’ll be worth the ride. Against the wall, back rubbed raw by red brick in hidden alleyways, tumbling in Egyptian cotton sheets, hands curled around the rungs of the headboard, contorted in the car, fingers just there, just in all the right spots, wherever he leads will be worth it.

**** This one is just floating. Could become a character study of sorts, drawing the parallels between them, and exploring the differences, but I don't know.
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"My egg, her womb, his sperm, our kid.”

**** Lisa, Tony's date in "Glass Slippers," is a queer woman with a partner, Gretchen, and a kid, Braden. I'm still working out how and where they will fit into my 'verse.
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She liked marking him. Sometimes it was with her teeth, her nails, her mouth, mostly confining it to places clothes would cover. They were the sort of marks that said he was taken, a sort of precaution on her part. A way of keeping him faithful, or if not faithful, at least honest.
She would never be sure if he still saw other people, no more than he’d ever know for certain where she spent her nights without him. Not that there were many nights spent apart. He’d grown accustomed to sleeping spooned against her back, and she learned to sleep through his tendency to talk in his sleep.
Eight months, and they walked that fine line of domesticity. Comfortable enough to leave the bathroom door open but still finding new positions to use in bed.

****Started this for the marks challenge at ncis_flashfic and ran out of time, steam, inspiration. It's searching for a good home and might get married to a little club scene ficlet I've got going.
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“Ready to go home, Mrs. DiNozzo?” he manages to sneak up behind her at the computer, or at least, he thinks he manages it. She’s not surprised, she heard the door slide open, even beneath the blasting techno track. Also, his cologne’s always a dead giveaway. She turns slowly, leaning into open arms.
“Are you here to whisk me away from all this, oh, husband of mine?” she giggles, hopping down from her seat. He hides his grin in the side of her neck, sneaking a little kiss against her spider web. He can’t help it, she makes him happy, even when he has no right to be.
“Bad guy’s been caught, no new cases, so we’re officially closed for Christmas,” he helps her put on her coat, fingers lingering against tiny stretches of her skin along the way.

Being married to her makes him happy, even though it makes no sense. Somehow, they make it work, with agreements and commitments, understanding and honesty.

****Draft notes for Christmas theme of fanfic100 submission. I love my domestic Abby and Tony, but worry they get too schmoopy. All my neuroses rise when I write this line of their relationship, which is why Vegas is stalled out. I like this little scene though.

“You smell, Tony,” she said, pushing him away. “Don’t show up here smelling like some other girl’s pussy.”
“I wasn’t...” he protested weakly as she lifted his hand to sniff it.
“Don’t lie. I’m not your girlfriend and I’m not stupid,” she reached past him and opened the door. “You don’t get to show up here with a hard on and hurt feelings because she wouldn’t let you fuck her after you fingered her in your car. I’m not your consolation prize and I’ll be damned if I’ll be your booty call tonight.”
“Abby, it’s not like that,” he said. It was exactly like that.
“Go home, Tony. Go home, jerk off, call some other girl, but don’t come here at two thirty in the morning smelling like a cheap whore and expect me to fall into bed with you,” she gave him a not so gentle shove and slammed the door behind him.

****Abby's been a little pissy lately when she comes to talk to me. This was going to be part of "Glass Slippers" but didn't fit, then that story became much shorter, so I was left with this.*

“Abby’s dead. Blame doesn’t change that,” I look at Gibbs across the table, opening another beer.
“You’re not ready.”
“I’ve gotta do something. Another day or two and I’m going to start building a boat in my basement.”
“You know shit about boats, DiNozzo,” he almost smiles.

****From the Drabbles of Doom. No amount of tweaking has made this one work for me, but I'm going to try again later.*

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