NCIS. Abby/Kate. 099. Writer's Choice (athletics). *
Title: Wicked Little High
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Abigail Sciuto, Caitlin Todd, Timothy McGee (mentioned)
Prompt: 099 Writer's Prompt (Athletics)
Word Count: 912
Rating: R
Spoilers: "The Bone Yard"
Summary: Kate and Abby work out, but Abby is easily distracted.
Author's Notes: Title is from a song by Bird York.
Little Damn Table
Abby doffed the sweatshirt she'd worn to the gym, tossing it onto the bench and making sure her tight pigtails were staying in place as she walked onto the mat. Kate picked up her water bottle, tilting her head back and squirting a blast into her mouth. She swallowed, wiping her wrist against her lips as she returned the bottle to her pack. "You ready to get started?" she asked.
"Little scared," Abby said, stretching her arms over her head. "Ever since McGee told me how you kicked his ass..."
"He shouldn't have been staring at mine," Kate said.
"So, any and all ass-staring..."
"Without an invitation," Kate amended.
Abby nodded and said, "Gotcha. May I stare at your ass, Caitlin Todd?"
Kate smirked. "Maybe later."
Abby pumped her fist in victory.
Kate laughed and said, "Okay, it's just a sparring match. I'll try not to hurt you, but..."
"No promises," Abby said. "Totally cool. I totally understand. You're totally hot in that tank top."
Kate reached out and smacked Abby's shoulder. "You're trying to distract me. It won't work."
Abby scoffed.
"Come on," Kate said, waving her forward. "Let's see what kind of moves you have outside of the lab."
Abby rolled her shoulders and lunged forward. Kate reached out, using Abby's shoulder as ballast and moved to the side with ease. Abby was still falling forward and Kate gave her a gentle shove. Abby stumbled, tripped and landed on her face. Kate smiled and moved her feet, her sneakers making quiet puffing noises as they impacted the mat. "You all right?"
"Fine," Abby said, more than a little harshly, as she got to her feet. She turned and put up her dukes.
"You're sure?" Kate said. "We don't have to do this."
"Yes, we do!" Abby said. She faked to the left, coming in low and fast on Kate's right. Kate anticipated the move and grabbed Abby's wrist, pulling on her arm and moving behind Abby. She pinned Abby's arm against her back and pulled Abby close, looking over Abby's shoulder. Abby growled. "You're going to pay for this."
"How, exactly?" Kate asked with a cheeky smile.
"Because I," she elbowed Kate in the stomach, just hard enough to surprise her, "fight," she yanked her arm free and bent forward, "Dirty!" She reached back, all the way back, and grabbed Kate's tank top. She pulled forward and Kate had the option of going with the pull or ending up topless. She flipped over Abby's head, hitting the mat hard.
"Dirty fighting," Kate said. She reached out and grabbed Abby's ankle. "I can get with that." She pulled and Abby fell to the ground with all the grace of a cartoon character. Kate scrambled to her hands and knees, pouncing on Abby and pinning her to the mat. "You give?" she asked, smiling down at Abby.
"I think you broke my butt," Abby groaned.
"Come on," Kate said.
Abby groaned and arched her back, trying to buck Kate off of her. "God, you're insane!"
Kate smiled. "Endorphins," she said, leaning down and brushing her lips against Abby's cheek. "I'm buzzed, baby. It's a wicked little high and I'm loving it." She licked Abby's cheek, tasting sweat and the tremble in the woman pinned underneath her.
"Working out makes you horny?"
Kate shrugged. "Working out with you does."
Abby smirked up at Kate and snaked her hand between their bodies, poking two fingers just below Kate's rib cage. Kate jerked as if she'd been electrocuted. "Hey-hey, now, none of that."
"Ooh," Abby smirked. "Ticklish, are we?" She slid her hand down Kate's flank, tightening her fingers against Kate's tight top.
Kate squirmed, but Abby had gained the upper hand. She held Kate down, dancing her fingers along Kate's side. "Stop!" Kate said, having suddenly transformed into a beached fish. She squirmed and wriggled and used to knees to try and push herself off of Abby, but to no avail.
Her upper hand gone, Kate was flipped onto her back. Abby rolled over, sitting on top of her and using both hands to traverse Kate's stomach and underarms. Kate was, by now, laughing uproariously. "Stop it! Abby, please!"
Abby said, "Who rules?"
"You! Just... stop!"
Abby stopped and leaned down, her face perched over Kate's. "See how easy it is to just give in to me?"
Kate glared at her, breathing hard. She pushed her bangs out of her face and shook her head at Abby. "You suck."
"I do not. At most, I nibble." She ducked her head and demonstrated on Kate's neck.
Kate laughed and pushed Abby's shoulders up. "Stop!"
"You're ticklish there, too?" Abby said. She moved her hand down to Kate's hip, glancing around to make sure they were still alone. "Where else are you ticklish?"
"I'll draw you a map later," Kate promised.
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After the showers, after the soreness in Abby's backside subsided, Kate kissed the small of the other woman's back. Slowly, she moved up Abby's body, her hair trailing below her lips like a feather. She kissed the back of Abby's neck and settled on top of her. Abby moaned contentedly, resting her head on her hands and looking up at Kate with half-lidded eyes.
Kate kissed Abby's cheek and whispered, "See how easy it is to just give in to me?"
Abby's grin widened. "Why don't we call it a draw?"
"Deal," Kate said, closing her eyes and kissing Abby's shoulder.
"When's the rematch?"