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ncisficathonTitle: Ink
Author: skripka
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syrenslure
Archive: for this archive only; all others please ask.
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Gibbs/Abby/Tony
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~1300
Disclaimer: Only in myvery perverted imagination do I have anything to do with these characters. The words, however, are my own.
Summary: Practically everyone else has one. (PWP)
Notes: So very late. I'm so very sorry. I think my brain shattered sometime last fall. Beta thanks tofintitejester37 for going above and beyond the call of duty, fandom, and genre. syrenslure, when I get one of the other 6 starts I tried for this ficathon finished, hopefully within the next week, it's for you, too, to make up for the whole mess.
Tony wakes up to the feel of a finger tracing subtle designs on his arm and a quiet voice breathing near his ear. "Here. Something in a tribal design."
Gibbs' snort is unmistakable, further away. "You'll never get him to agree."
"I'm awake," he mutters, vaguely annoyed at the discussion going on, and how it's probably about him. Abby laughs and kisses his shoulder.
"You weren't before." Her body presses against his back, naked breasts warm and soft, sending a jolt of pure lust through his body. Her fingers are hot on his bicep.
Tony shares beds with other people--quite often, if you believe his stories--but he's always had issues with sharing space. As nice as it is to have Abby snuggled against him right now, he's just as glad that she prefers sleeping in Gibbs' arms.
Gives him more space to spread out.
Tony groans and stretches. He's half-hard, as usual, and rapidly becoming harder, which isn't too out of place, considering the situation. His joints creak, though not as much as Gibbs' do--it's something he's getting resigned to as his body ages. Abby's kiss to the nape of his neck is warm and that's something he's enjoying far too much, considering that it's just past 0500.
There's a sound of movement and moving sheets. Tony hasn't rolled over yet, but he imagines that it's Gibbs coming in closer. Abby shivers against him (another bit of frisson), and that's probably Gibbs stroking a hand down her spine. "What were you two talking about, anyway? And why, in God's name, are you doing it first thing in the morning?"
"You need a tat." As usual, Abby's the blunt one. Tony groans again.
"No."
Gibbs' laugh is muffled against Abby's skin. Tony can feel him shaking through her body and most especially her breasts.
Damnit. He doesn't need to keep getting distracted by those.
"Why not?" Tony half-expected a plaintive whine, but Abby's in practical mode, it seems. "Practically everyone else has one. And they don't hurt." There's the wheedle.
"Much." Gibbs speaks up.
Tony remembers seeing the eagle on Gibbs' shoulder for the first time. It had been a sort of not-shocked surprise. Logically, Tony knew that if Gibbs had ink anywhere, it'd be because of the Corps, but even after knowing the man for four years, Tony hadn't actually imagined that Gibbs would have any.
"Ziva doesn't." Tony protests. Somehow, it doesn't seem fair that Abby is ganging up on him, despite being one person. He knows she has a thing, but he likes his body unadorned. Well, except for the hair, which Abby seems to approve of, since her fingers are combing through his chest now.
Abby sighs, more in how-can-he-be-so-dim than any defeat. "She's Israeli. It doesn't count."
Gibbs' hand has wrapped around Abby's waist, brushing against the small of Tony's back. "Jen's got one. So does Ducky."
Tony squeezes his eyes shut. "I don't want to hear about how you know about that. Either of them."
Gibbs laughs again, joined by Abby. She tugs on his chest hair. "But you wanted to know how I knew about Kate's? Double standard much, DiNozzo?"
"Yes. Shut up." Tony doesn't open his eyes.
There's a small noise--Tony feels Gibbs' hand clench, and Abby is pulled away. He twists and cracks open his eyelids. Gibbs has pulled Abby onto her back and is leaning over her on one arm, kissing her as she threads her fingers through his hair.
It's slow and languorous and hot. Tony forgets about being annoyed for a minute and just watches, rolling to find a more comfortable angle for his neck.
Her hands play down Gibbs' neck, shoulders and spine as he pulls her closer, Abby's back arching off the sheets, the shadow and silk of her skin exposed. They press together, hip to hip, and Gibbs buries his face in her neck.
Tony is tempted to reach out, but doesn't. He's physical, but sometimes even his stunted psychic skills can feel the connection when it's this visceral. He lets them move on their own, set their own pace.
Gibbs' hand slides between Abby's legs and she gasps, head falling backward. They kiss again, pressing closer and closer. Abby pulls away, twists out of Gibbs' arms and pushes his shoulders back against the mattress. He goes willingly, lounging and sucking on his fingers.
Tony bites back a groan. Abby notices, laughs throatily and crawls over Gibbs, her legs spreading easily as she straddles his hips. "This good for you?"
Gibbs smiles his lazy smile and rolls his hip gently. "Yeah, baby. It's all good."
Her hands trace down his arms, outlining veins, her fingers encircling Gibbs' wrists as she pulls his long body taut and slides down around his erection with the ease borne of long practice.
They both exhale at the same time and Tony thinks it's the most amazing thing he's ever seen. He got used to novelty and forgot how amazing familiarity could be.
Abby starts rocking herself, using Gibbs' body to get off. He pushes up, not really trying to get free, just giving her something to work against. It's slow and surreal, for all that it's hardly the first time Tony's watched them have sex.
The surreal bit is how he can just lie here and watch them, content to let their breaths and movements brush over his arousal. Tony could join them--he often has, with spectacular results--he could wrap his hand around his cock and stroke in rhythm with their movements, but he's seized by a kind of alert lethargy.
It's beautiful--Abby moves and Gibbs groans under her. The weak morning light makes deep shadows, almost a noir porn film, but even better, because with the dim color, there's the sharp scent of real, live bodies, and if Tony could bottle sawdust, gunpowder, sweat and sex, he'd never want to smell another cologne, ever. Tony watches, biting his lip as Abby finishes, coming with a sharp spasm and shudder, falling onto Gibbs' shoulder. He holds her gently, cradles her head and rolls them both over smoothly.
Abby spreads further, half-dazed, hands clutching his shoulders and ankles wrapping his thighs as Gibbs fucks her solidly and slowly. Muscles flex, and it's too much for Tony's self-control. He wraps his hand around his cock, stroking in rhythm with the two of them.
Abby comes again, stuttering out a loud groan; Gibbs moves faster, sweat slicking his neck, and comes with an incoherent curse into her skin. Tony's orgasm is quiet, cooling quickly in the air.
Tony makes himself roll out of bed and wash off. Last thing he needs is a semen-waxing. When he comes back, Gibbs and Abby disengage, and Abby reaches out a black-tipped hand to him.
"C'mere." Tony takes it, Abby tugs, and he's pulled up beside them. He kisses Abby slowly. Gibbs watches, hand still on her shoulder.
Abby stretches, spine popping, and kisses them both briefly. "You know what? I'm really glad I'm getting used to this."
Gibbs snorts in amusement, and Tony's laugh turns into a yawn. Gibbs raises an eyebrow. "Tired?"
Tony rolls his eyes. "It is our day off. Can we at least sleep in a bit more?"
Abby looks hopefully at Gibbs. "It is warm and comfy in the bed."
Gibbs shakes his head, but pulls Abby against him. "You two are spoiled."
"But you love us anyway, right?" Abby doesn't wait for an answer to her impudence, just settles in, back against Gibbs' chest, smiling sleepily at Tony, who decides he's too wrung out to move.
Sometimes it feels comfortable to be close, and Tony can deal with it this morning. The sex hadn't hurt, either. He was dozing off when he felt Abby's hand pressing on his ass. "Maybe something here."
He groans and buries his head under his pillow.
Author: skripka
Written for:
syrenslureArchive: for this archive only; all others please ask.
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~1300
Disclaimer: Only in my
Summary: Practically everyone else has one. (PWP)
Notes: So very late. I'm so very sorry. I think my brain shattered sometime last fall. Beta thanks to
fintitejester37 for going above and beyond the call of duty, fandom, and genre. syrenslure, when I get one of the other 6 starts I tried for this ficathon finished, hopefully within the next week, it's for you, too, to make up for the whole mess.Tony wakes up to the feel of a finger tracing subtle designs on his arm and a quiet voice breathing near his ear. "Here. Something in a tribal design."
Gibbs' snort is unmistakable, further away. "You'll never get him to agree."
"I'm awake," he mutters, vaguely annoyed at the discussion going on, and how it's probably about him. Abby laughs and kisses his shoulder.
"You weren't before." Her body presses against his back, naked breasts warm and soft, sending a jolt of pure lust through his body. Her fingers are hot on his bicep.
Tony shares beds with other people--quite often, if you believe his stories--but he's always had issues with sharing space. As nice as it is to have Abby snuggled against him right now, he's just as glad that she prefers sleeping in Gibbs' arms.
Gives him more space to spread out.
Tony groans and stretches. He's half-hard, as usual, and rapidly becoming harder, which isn't too out of place, considering the situation. His joints creak, though not as much as Gibbs' do--it's something he's getting resigned to as his body ages. Abby's kiss to the nape of his neck is warm and that's something he's enjoying far too much, considering that it's just past 0500.
There's a sound of movement and moving sheets. Tony hasn't rolled over yet, but he imagines that it's Gibbs coming in closer. Abby shivers against him (another bit of frisson), and that's probably Gibbs stroking a hand down her spine. "What were you two talking about, anyway? And why, in God's name, are you doing it first thing in the morning?"
"You need a tat." As usual, Abby's the blunt one. Tony groans again.
"No."
Gibbs' laugh is muffled against Abby's skin. Tony can feel him shaking through her body and most especially her breasts.
Damnit. He doesn't need to keep getting distracted by those.
"Why not?" Tony half-expected a plaintive whine, but Abby's in practical mode, it seems. "Practically everyone else has one. And they don't hurt." There's the wheedle.
"Much." Gibbs speaks up.
Tony remembers seeing the eagle on Gibbs' shoulder for the first time. It had been a sort of not-shocked surprise. Logically, Tony knew that if Gibbs had ink anywhere, it'd be because of the Corps, but even after knowing the man for four years, Tony hadn't actually imagined that Gibbs would have any.
"Ziva doesn't." Tony protests. Somehow, it doesn't seem fair that Abby is ganging up on him, despite being one person. He knows she has a thing, but he likes his body unadorned. Well, except for the hair, which Abby seems to approve of, since her fingers are combing through his chest now.
Abby sighs, more in how-can-he-be-so-dim than any defeat. "She's Israeli. It doesn't count."
Gibbs' hand has wrapped around Abby's waist, brushing against the small of Tony's back. "Jen's got one. So does Ducky."
Tony squeezes his eyes shut. "I don't want to hear about how you know about that. Either of them."
Gibbs laughs again, joined by Abby. She tugs on his chest hair. "But you wanted to know how I knew about Kate's? Double standard much, DiNozzo?"
"Yes. Shut up." Tony doesn't open his eyes.
There's a small noise--Tony feels Gibbs' hand clench, and Abby is pulled away. He twists and cracks open his eyelids. Gibbs has pulled Abby onto her back and is leaning over her on one arm, kissing her as she threads her fingers through his hair.
It's slow and languorous and hot. Tony forgets about being annoyed for a minute and just watches, rolling to find a more comfortable angle for his neck.
Her hands play down Gibbs' neck, shoulders and spine as he pulls her closer, Abby's back arching off the sheets, the shadow and silk of her skin exposed. They press together, hip to hip, and Gibbs buries his face in her neck.
Tony is tempted to reach out, but doesn't. He's physical, but sometimes even his stunted psychic skills can feel the connection when it's this visceral. He lets them move on their own, set their own pace.
Gibbs' hand slides between Abby's legs and she gasps, head falling backward. They kiss again, pressing closer and closer. Abby pulls away, twists out of Gibbs' arms and pushes his shoulders back against the mattress. He goes willingly, lounging and sucking on his fingers.
Tony bites back a groan. Abby notices, laughs throatily and crawls over Gibbs, her legs spreading easily as she straddles his hips. "This good for you?"
Gibbs smiles his lazy smile and rolls his hip gently. "Yeah, baby. It's all good."
Her hands trace down his arms, outlining veins, her fingers encircling Gibbs' wrists as she pulls his long body taut and slides down around his erection with the ease borne of long practice.
They both exhale at the same time and Tony thinks it's the most amazing thing he's ever seen. He got used to novelty and forgot how amazing familiarity could be.
Abby starts rocking herself, using Gibbs' body to get off. He pushes up, not really trying to get free, just giving her something to work against. It's slow and surreal, for all that it's hardly the first time Tony's watched them have sex.
The surreal bit is how he can just lie here and watch them, content to let their breaths and movements brush over his arousal. Tony could join them--he often has, with spectacular results--he could wrap his hand around his cock and stroke in rhythm with their movements, but he's seized by a kind of alert lethargy.
It's beautiful--Abby moves and Gibbs groans under her. The weak morning light makes deep shadows, almost a noir porn film, but even better, because with the dim color, there's the sharp scent of real, live bodies, and if Tony could bottle sawdust, gunpowder, sweat and sex, he'd never want to smell another cologne, ever. Tony watches, biting his lip as Abby finishes, coming with a sharp spasm and shudder, falling onto Gibbs' shoulder. He holds her gently, cradles her head and rolls them both over smoothly.
Abby spreads further, half-dazed, hands clutching his shoulders and ankles wrapping his thighs as Gibbs fucks her solidly and slowly. Muscles flex, and it's too much for Tony's self-control. He wraps his hand around his cock, stroking in rhythm with the two of them.
Abby comes again, stuttering out a loud groan; Gibbs moves faster, sweat slicking his neck, and comes with an incoherent curse into her skin. Tony's orgasm is quiet, cooling quickly in the air.
Tony makes himself roll out of bed and wash off. Last thing he needs is a semen-waxing. When he comes back, Gibbs and Abby disengage, and Abby reaches out a black-tipped hand to him.
"C'mere." Tony takes it, Abby tugs, and he's pulled up beside them. He kisses Abby slowly. Gibbs watches, hand still on her shoulder.
Abby stretches, spine popping, and kisses them both briefly. "You know what? I'm really glad I'm getting used to this."
Gibbs snorts in amusement, and Tony's laugh turns into a yawn. Gibbs raises an eyebrow. "Tired?"
Tony rolls his eyes. "It is our day off. Can we at least sleep in a bit more?"
Abby looks hopefully at Gibbs. "It is warm and comfy in the bed."
Gibbs shakes his head, but pulls Abby against him. "You two are spoiled."
"But you love us anyway, right?" Abby doesn't wait for an answer to her impudence, just settles in, back against Gibbs' chest, smiling sleepily at Tony, who decides he's too wrung out to move.
Sometimes it feels comfortable to be close, and Tony can deal with it this morning. The sex hadn't hurt, either. He was dozing off when he felt Abby's hand pressing on his ass. "Maybe something here."
He groans and buries his head under his pillow.
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Date: 2007-02-10 05:43 am (UTC)And having just made it through the episode where Kate's tat was discussed, the "But you wanted to know how I knew about Kate's? Double standard much, DiNozzo?" got a real giggle.
Damn... Abby's a lucky girl, getting to sleep (never mind the rest of it) between those two!
Thanks for the wonderful read
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Date: 2007-02-11 02:40 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-02-15 12:22 am (UTC)Nice illustration of their differences, and how they fit together so well.
Thank you.