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Title: Untitled
By: sandersyager
Pairing: Abby Sciuto/Anthony DiNozzo
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: PG-13
Summary: So, I decided to try a freewrite because I'm stuck on a solid half-dozen stories. Okay, that's not true. Three of them need editing and I hate editing with a violent passion so I'm screwing around with other things. The truth sounds so much better. Anyway, tried freewriting with Beth Orton's remix of Carmella playing (great hypnotic track that runs for 11 minutes, thirty-eight seconds) and this is what I got out of it.

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She didn’t expect a ring. Never wanted one. Marriage wasn’t something on her mind. Wasn’t anything on his. And then there they were, married. All from one night of honesty and realizing there wasn’t anyone she was going to love more than him and yeah, she did want to spend her life with him. It would take negotiating because they just weren’t the marrying type, but they were in love or something like it. She wasn’t entirely sure but she knew that he looked at her like she was the only woman on the planet, and when he held her, she felt like she was finally home. He gave her space to be, and a place to be still, and that was really all she was looking for. Someone who could take her cheerfulness, and understand that she got angry, who didn’t mind that she swore, and loved that she screamed with laughter at all the wrong times. Someone who could make her cry because he was so beautiful and so tender, someone would make her come and hold her down and let her fly. Someone like him. And yeah, he was pretty, prettier and more clean cut than most of the guys she’d fallen for, but he was smart, too. He underestimated himself. The night they decided to do it, he spent hours justifying why he wasn’t good enough, and she just shook her head at every reason and held him close, and wished she could show him her heart, and the way it fit next to his, the way she held him and how much tenderness he had inside. She worried every day that he’d get broken, that work would take its toll, that he might not come back. It was the risk they took, in loving each other, that he might not make it home, and she might be left with nothing but memories. It had happened before, and he’d been there, and that was a bond they wouldn’t share with anyone else. They talked about her sometimes, wondering what she’d have thought about their arrangement, their relationship, and finally she decided Kate would have given them her blessing. He thought so too, but was afraid to admit it. He thought the whole thing was so fragile and he was afraid he’d break it. He was afraid he’d hurt her, because he’d been told for so long that was all he could do, hurt people. What he couldn’t see was the way he healed her, the way his hands took her apart and put her back together, gave her another purpose that let her find quiet in her head and in her heart. She finally felt like her skin fit with him, there was enough between them to hold everything she had to give without choking her and she tried to tell him but words weren’t enough. So, she kept it in her fingertips and on her lips and in a dozen other places he would see and taste and touch and feel. And yeah, she wasn’t looking for ring, she already had everything she needed in his arms, and the looks they exchanged when they thought no one was looking, but everyone was always looking, those were enough to say that she was his and he was hers and there was nothing that could come between them. Not anymore.

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