NCIS. Abby/Kate. 079. When? *
Title: Nine Years Old Today
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Abigail Sciuto, Caitlin Todd
Prompt: 079 When?
Word Count: 441
Rating: R
Summary: Kate tries to figure something out.
Author's Notes: Story #60! Whoo hoo!
Little Damn Table
"When is your birthday?" Kate asked. They were sitting in Abby's living room, Kate on the floor and Abby stretched out on the divan.
"Never," Abby said.
Kate laughed, poking at her salad. "I'm not going to spread it around the office. It's just that now that we're... semi-together... I'd kind of like to do something special for it. Buy you a present, take you out to dinner."
"Why can't you just do that because it's Saturday?"
"No reason why not," Kate admitted. "But... I'd just like to know."
Abby shrugged. "Okay. It's never."
"Abby..." Kate sighed.
"I'm telling you the truth, Kate. I keep the actual date handy for, you know, business and work purposes. But I don't celebrate my birthday. It puts a lot of pressure on those twenty-four hours to really be something special and I don't like doing that."
"So you just... don't have a birthday?"
"Oh, I do. I just never know until it's over."
Kate frowned. "What?"
"Once a year, there's usually a really good day. Like a spectacular day. And when it's over, I call that my birthday for that year.
"Interesting," Kate admitted. "So how old are you?"
Abby thought for a second. "Eight."
"Eight?! You've only had eight really spectacular days? Ever?"
"I have very high standards," Abby said. "And most of my days are pretty awesome anyway."
Kate shook her head and said, "All right. Just don't let it slip that I'm seeing an eight-year-old. "
Abby laughed and let the subject drop.
---
After dinner and dessert, Abby walked Kate to the front door. "I had a really good time tonight," Abby said.
"So did I," Kate said, taking her coat from the hook. "See you tomorrow?"
"Sure." Abby leaned in and kissed Kate's lips, curling her arm around the other woman's neck. Kate sagged against her body, slipping her hands down Abby's sides and then pushing them under the hem of her blouse. Abby backed up a step, looking down at Kate's coat and said, "Unless you want to see me tonight..."
"Stay here?" Kate said. "We've never... I mean..."
"You don't have to say yes," Abby said. "I just wanted to put it out there."
Kate pressed her lips to Abby's cheek, nuzzling her for a moment before she found her earlobe and whispered, "Yes."
"Yes?" Abby asked.
"Yes," Kate confirmed, sliding her hands up higher.
---
Later, in bed, Abby kissed Kate's lips, softly so as not to wake her. She brushed her knuckles against Kate's cheek and lay down, letting Kate spoon against her side. She smiled at the ceiling and whispered, "Happy birthday to me."
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Abigail Sciuto, Caitlin Todd
Prompt: 079 When?
Word Count: 441
Rating: R
Summary: Kate tries to figure something out.
Author's Notes: Story #60! Whoo hoo!
Little Damn Table
"When is your birthday?" Kate asked. They were sitting in Abby's living room, Kate on the floor and Abby stretched out on the divan.
"Never," Abby said.
Kate laughed, poking at her salad. "I'm not going to spread it around the office. It's just that now that we're... semi-together... I'd kind of like to do something special for it. Buy you a present, take you out to dinner."
"Why can't you just do that because it's Saturday?"
"No reason why not," Kate admitted. "But... I'd just like to know."
Abby shrugged. "Okay. It's never."
"Abby..." Kate sighed.
"I'm telling you the truth, Kate. I keep the actual date handy for, you know, business and work purposes. But I don't celebrate my birthday. It puts a lot of pressure on those twenty-four hours to really be something special and I don't like doing that."
"So you just... don't have a birthday?"
"Oh, I do. I just never know until it's over."
Kate frowned. "What?"
"Once a year, there's usually a really good day. Like a spectacular day. And when it's over, I call that my birthday for that year.
"Interesting," Kate admitted. "So how old are you?"
Abby thought for a second. "Eight."
"Eight?! You've only had eight really spectacular days? Ever?"
"I have very high standards," Abby said. "And most of my days are pretty awesome anyway."
Kate shook her head and said, "All right. Just don't let it slip that I'm seeing an eight-year-old. "
Abby laughed and let the subject drop.
---
After dinner and dessert, Abby walked Kate to the front door. "I had a really good time tonight," Abby said.
"So did I," Kate said, taking her coat from the hook. "See you tomorrow?"
"Sure." Abby leaned in and kissed Kate's lips, curling her arm around the other woman's neck. Kate sagged against her body, slipping her hands down Abby's sides and then pushing them under the hem of her blouse. Abby backed up a step, looking down at Kate's coat and said, "Unless you want to see me tonight..."
"Stay here?" Kate said. "We've never... I mean..."
"You don't have to say yes," Abby said. "I just wanted to put it out there."
Kate pressed her lips to Abby's cheek, nuzzling her for a moment before she found her earlobe and whispered, "Yes."
"Yes?" Abby asked.
"Yes," Kate confirmed, sliding her hands up higher.
---
Later, in bed, Abby kissed Kate's lips, softly so as not to wake her. She brushed her knuckles against Kate's cheek and lay down, letting Kate spoon against her side. She smiled at the ceiling and whispered, "Happy birthday to me."