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Title: In Case of Emergencies
By: sandersyager
Pairing: Abby Sciuto/Anthony DiNozzo
Fandom: NCIS
Prompt: 033. Too Much
Word Count: 1926
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's just stress relief, nothing serious between them.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.

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Abby used her key to let herself into Tony’s apartment, slamming the door. She didn’t want to be there, and if he wasn’t there, she’d kill him. If he wasn’t alone, she’d kill him and his date, and gleefully finger paint in their blood on his nice white walls.

It had started randomly, it was once in a while, and it was easy. It was what they needed to get through a rough day, a bad case. Then it was a couple times a week, more bad days, rough cases, something like habit. They said it was just stress relief, a little play to balance how hard they worked. Nothing serious, not even when he slipped a copy of his key onto the ring next to hers. Just in case of emergencies, he'd said.

This was an emergency. This was not a good day, and she hadn’t expected it to be one when she'd woken up an hour late for work with Gibbs yelling on her phone, her electricity knocked out by last night’s storm. She had skipped showering, found that she was out of clean clothes because she’d not been home in a week, had a mad crick in her neck from sleeping on a real bed for the first time in a week, and got a speeding ticket on her way into the office.

Her computer system had gotten hit with a virus and it had taken three hours to track and stop the damn thing, then another two hours to reverse the damage. McGee stayed underfoot and on her nerves the entire time, offering completely not helpful suggestions. Gibbs had done some more yelling when the DNA tests had to be run a second time, not her fault but he blamed her anyway. He'd finally shut up when she yelled back and threatened to quit.

Madame Director had sent another fucking memo about dress code, and asked Abby to meet with her before she left. That hadn't gone well, and had ended with Gibbs yelling some more, this time at “Jen” and both he and Abby threatened to quit. Tony had tried to stop her on her way to the elevator, saying all the wrong things in an attempt to comfort her and she’d hurt his feelings.

Ziva had chosen today to ask her about her relationships with Gibbs, Tony and McGee, trying for what might have passed for girl talk in her stilted brain. She'd bribed Abby with chocolate but thoroughly pissed her off with a snide comment about inappropriate behavior and professional restraint.

Then Abby had swiped her card, left the building and got another ticket on her way home. Tony had sent her a text while she was trying to sweet talk the cop and she'd scrapped her plan to go home and crawl under her bed for the offer of crawling into his, but not until after she’d cursed the universe at a high volume for a while.

Abby stopped just inside the door and slipped off her boots, lining them up next to Tony's ridiculous loafers. She found him in the kitchen, beer in hand, shirt unbuttoned. He just looked at her, eyebrows raised, and that irritated her more.

“Not one word, Tony. Don’t say one word." She took the bottle from his hand and slammed it on the counter. He didn’t get to be relaxed and pretty and surprised. Not when she felt like this.

“Abs, is everything—”

“Shut up, Tonyboy,” she said, and it came out more pleading than commanding. “Do you have any idea how bad today sucked?” she asked, pushing him against the wall, her hands shoving his shirt away from his shoulders. “I need you to make me forget. So don’t say another word, DiNozzo, just fuck me until I forget.”

Abby slid her hands up to cup his face, kissing him roughly, biting his lower lip, her tongue pushing between his lips. Tony gripped her hips, turning them, pinning her in place against the wall. He tugged her wrists up over her head, holding them with one hand as he pressed his thigh between hers.

"Is this what you want, Abby? You want it hard and fast?" he asked, looking down at her. Abby nodded, swallowing hard.

"Yes, please, god, Tony, yes," she whispered, grinding down against his leg. "Please just make it all go away."

"You think it's that simple?" he asked, leaning in to bite the side of her throat, sucking gently at her skin. "You think you can just show up and make demands? You use me, Abby."

"You like it, you let me," she said, moaning as he pinched her nipple. She knew it was true, whatever he said. And he wasn't the only one being used. It wasn't like he hadn't shown up at her apartment in the middle of the night, hot and bothered after expectations for a date were badly managed. She'd been pushed down to her knees more than a few times, his cock hard and throbbing between her lips. This wasn't using, it was balance, and she would have told him so if he hadn't been kissing her like breathing didn't really matter.

Tony yanked her thin tee shirt up, tossing it to the floor. Her bra followed a moment later and he lowered his head to draw one nipple into his mouth, his fingers clamped tight on her other breast. She would have bruises, the shape of his fingertips, tomorrow, and she found it hard to care when he flicked his tongue just the right way, scraping his teeth over her skin.

"That's it, that's it," she murmured, folding her arms above her head, hands grasping her elbows. His fingers at her breast twisted and she cried out, arching her back. Tony just chuckled against her skin, sliding his mouth down over her ribs, across her stomach, reaching under her skirt with one hand.

"So wet, such a mess for me," he said softly, pressing the black cotton against her cunt. Abby whimpered, rocking against his palm, desperately wanting to say it wasn't for him, wasn't about him at all. The words froze in her throat as he moved his hand, pushing against her clit. "Tell me what you want, Abby."

"Inside. Please," she said, legs starting to tremble. She needed to feel him against her, inside her, and instead, he pulled his hand away. "What?"

"Bedroom." He held her wrists again, lowering them behind her, guiding her down the hall. He pushed her toward the bed and she stumbled, landing hard on the mattress. She watched him as he opened the nightstand, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. The metal was cold against her wrists as he chained her to the headboard. "This is what you wanted."

"Yes," she gasped. It was what she needed. His fingers found her nipple again, pinching and pulling hard, making her cry out and pull against the cuffs, headboard creaking in protest.

Tony bent down and kissed her quickly before stepping back to peel off his jeans and shirt. He settled between her thighs, shoving her skirt out of the way, and making her shiver as he licked the crease of her hip. She fought not to buck against him as he hooked his thumbs at the side of her panties, tugging at the middle with his teeth. He slipped them past her feet and pressed her thighs back against the mattress.

"Don't move," Tony said, stroking her cunt. Abby pressed her heels into the bed as he leaned forward and drew his tongue over her labia, one hand reaching up toward her breasts, the other spreading her open as he pushed two fingers into her.

"Don't tease me." She tried not to wiggle against him as he barely flicked his tongue against her clit. "Please don't tease me."

"Patience, Abbygirl. You'll get everything you want." Tony raised his head, meeting her eyes. Abby bit her lip as he added another finger, no, two from the feel of it, from the way she was being stretched. Not exactly painful, but full, and she tried to relax around him. "Good girl," he whispered, kissing the inside of her thigh. He rested his head against her lower belly, thrusting into her in a slow, measured rhythm, brushing her clit every few strokes.

"Tony, more, please. I need more," she breathed, wrists straining against the cuffs. Tony knelt up, reaching over her to grab the bottle of lube on the nightstand. Abby hissed as he pulled his fingers out, and again at the cold lube dripping over her skin. She groaned as he pushed into her slowly, carefully, fingers curling into a loose fist.

"Too much?" he asked quietly, one hand resting on her stomach, the other still inside her. Abby shook her head, eyes closed tight as she tilted her hips toward him. She could feel him shift on the bed, lifting her right foot to his shoulder as he leaned over her, pressing her knee toward her chest.

"Oh, fuck!" she cried out as he moved in a quick series of thrusts, each one hitting just the *right* spot. He didn't let up, just small motions that made her feel like she was flying apart at the seams. She couldn't think, couldn't find words, so she babbled between gulping, panting breaths. "Ah... Tony, god... you're... I'm...oh-oh-oh..."

"Yeah, Abby, come for me," Tony whispered, mouth hovering just above her breast. "That's it. You feel so good, so hot. You're there, I can tell, come on, baby." He bit down on her nipple, a sharp flash of pain and she began to wail, low keening sounds as she clamped down around him. "That's it, baby. Just let it go, just let it all go, Abby. Move for me, baby, come on."

Abby finally crashed back onto the bed, back into her body, panting hard. She began pushing against Tony inside her, and he pushed back. Abby tensed again, flooding his palm as she came a second time, soaking the sheet beneath her hips. It was a long moment before she could relax, before she could make sense of anything around her.

She could hear Tony's breathing, ragged and fast, and the sound of skin on skin as he touched himself. She forced her eyes open, blinking hard, wanting to watch him. He pulled his hand out of her slowly, dragging his fingers up and against her clit and she bit her lip as he pushed her toward a third orgasm. This time they came together, Tony groaning as he spilled into his hand and Abby nearly sobbing as the tremors shook her body.

Tony cleaned them both with tissues from the nightstand, and stretched out beside her, removing the handcuffs. Abby rolled onto her side, head on his shoulder. "You're staying?" he asked as she draped her arm across his chest.

"You made all my bones go soupy. I don't think I can move," she said sleepily, leaning up to kiss him. Tony turned his face away, closing his eyes and letting out a long breath. Abby froze, head just above the pillow, suddenly feeling not so sure and very awake. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, Abs. Nothing at all," he said, putting his arms around her. "Let's just sleep, okay?"

"Okay," she agreed, yawning in spite of herself. She closed her hand against his chest, middle and ring finger folded in. "Love you, Tonyboy."

"Love you, too, Abbygirl," he said softly, kissing the top of her head.

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