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Title: Just a Moment
By: sandersyager
Pairing: Abby Sciuto/Anthony DiNozzo
Fandom: NCIS
Prompt: #14. Black, #34. Not Enough, #40. Sight, #25. Strangers
Word Count: 415. Little over, but I couldn’t bear to cut it.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.


Black skirt, black boots, black, black hair. Kiss Me Kill Me Red lips and attitude to match. Her pigtails make her seem younger than she is, and her smile speaks of sweetness and light while her eyes promise a slow death to anyone who ventures too close.

She knows how to move, that much is clear, arms stretched over her head, hips making a slow roll in time to the music. She sings along when she knew the lyrics, smiles that easy grin when she doesn’t, all with the sort of confidence and grace a girl has when she knows all eyes are on her.

And they are. Men and women alike turn to watch her, jostling each other to get just a little closer to her on the Friday night dance floor. Not too close, though, she notices, and she likes it that way. There was only one pair of eyes she cared about, and she knew he was there somewhere. Probably in the balcony, with some hot young boy grinding behind him, a hand tentatively reaching for the waistband of his soft leather pants.

She wouldn’t look for him, not yet. It would ruin the game and he didn’t know that she knew. She’d found out by accident, walking into the bathroom a few weeks ago, and she wasn’t at all surprised by what she saw over the low stall door. Turned on, but not surprised and she never mentioned it to him. She did keep an eye out for him, listened for bits of gossip about a handsome older man with certain skills and predilections.

She learned to keep herself hidden, knowing just went to fade into the crowd, certain that he saw her only at a distance. Enough to make him wonder if it was really her, but there were a hundred girls just like her in the crowd, ripe for the taking and sharing her fondness for a bit of vinyl.

The little glimpses turned her on. Just knowing that he was indulging his kinks somewhere in the same building helped her keep her fantasies burning as anonymous girls fingered her in dark corners, never asking her name and never forgetting her taste on their lips.

Tonight, she would break the rules, she would hear him cry out her name and know just how his hips moved in that moment before he lost control. She would reveal herself and strip them both naked. It was the least she could do.