you always know how to please me
Title: you always know how to please me
Author: vampire_gherkin
Character(s): Abigail Sciuto, Timothy McGee
Pairing(s): Abby/Tim
Genre(s): Het, Romance
Word Count: 826
Prompt: shopping (ncisdaily, March 26th)
Author Note(s): English is not my mother tongue, therefore I apologize for any mistakes and welcome you to correct me. Apart from that this is not beta’d.
Disclaimer: NCIS, NCIS:Los Angeles and all characters and references therein are not owned by this community or authors in use of such. No infringement of any rights is intended.
Summary: Tim takes Abby to go shopping, just as he had promised to. (sequel to I think I'm going to save that for tonight, never more scared and too much is never enough)
you always know how to please me
“Shopping!”, Abby squealed when Tim woke her up in the morning with a kiss. He laughed: “Good morning, darling, I love you, too, darling, how was your night, honey?” “Oh, fine, thanks, and yours?”, she grinned before she kissed him again, wrapping her arms around him tightly. “I love you, too, Timmy.”, she whispered. “Breakfast?”, he asked. “Of course. We are always hungry. Didn’t you know that by now?” “Yeah, sorry… Why did I even asked?”, he wondered. “I don’t know?”, she teased and kissed him again. “Will you make breakfast so I can go to the bathroom first?” “Okay, if you like? And if you’ll give me enough time to dress afterwards.”, he grinned. “Of course.”, she let go of him and sat up. “Man, I need to pee!”
After breakfast and changing Tim took her to the shopping centre as he had promised the day before. “Okay, so where do you want to start?” “Hmm, maybe... buying a muffin?”, she dragged him to a bakery right in front of them. “What?! We just had breakfast 15 minutes ago?!” “I told you we’re always hungry, didn’t I? And if I remember correctly that was only an hour ago, 30 minutes ago and 15 minutes ago, right? Apart from that I need some sugar.”, she stood in line to get two chocolate muffins. “Okay, okay, I didn’t say anything, all right?”, he smiled.
When they had been searching through about two dozen stores and had brought three bundles of bags back to the car Tim carefully asked: “Is there anything else you need, Abbs?” “Yes.”, she nodded determinedly. “Underwear.” “Underwear?”, he was surprised. “Yeah, that are the things you usually wear-“ “I know what underwear is, Abbs.”, he interrupted her. “I was just surprised you needed new one.” “Why? Weren’t you the one who said my breast had gotten bigger? And apart from that my tummy grows, so my trousers won’t be the only thing that doesn’t fit anymore, right?”, the pregnant woman asked. “Right, sorry. So any special wishes on where to go?” “No, let’s just go and search for a lingerie store on the way.”, she dragged him along.
“So when your breasts are getting bigger you’ll need a bigger cup, right? What about this?”, he held out a bra to her that was exactly one cup size bigger than her usual size. “Actually you’re completely right, but you forgot again that my tummy is growing, too, so my underbust measurement will have increased as well and I will need a longer back, probably with the same cup size as before, maybe even with a bigger one, I don’t know yet.” “Okay, well, you’ll have to try them out anyway, don’t you? So why don’t you buy nursing-bras right away?”, he wondered looking out for some. “No, I can only buy nursing-bras shortly before birth, if at all, better yet shortly after, because my measurements will drastically change with all that again. The back will probably have to be shorter again and my breast will most certainly grow further throughout the rest of the pregnancy and with the milk in it. I fear I won’t be able to wear the bras we’ll buy today that long anyway. That’s why I’d prefer to only buy two or three and rather come back here in a few weeks to get new ones and make sure they’re fitting properly. Running around with an unfitting bra is horrible, Tim, believe me, not only because it looks stupid but also because it doesn’t give proper support and I’m twitching and dragging and correcting it all the time.”, she sighed at the memory and at the same time admired Tim for his patience and understanding, especially in buying bras. She giggled at that thought. Yes, her husband was a really caring, vigilant and clever man, he didn’t even complain about having to go bra shopping with her, but instead looked out with her and offered her the presumably right sizes, combining the facts about her changing body on his own. He was just too cute and amiable, she could have kissed him to death right away.
“Okay, I can understand…”, he smiled. “What about this?” She looked at the size and smiled, too. “Perfect. You’re very attentive, little Timmy.”, she grinned and kissed him softly. This impression only steadied when they got out of the shop, Tim carrying her purchases for her again, and he wanted to know: “Up for a pizza, the two of you? Or do you want something else? Probably an ice cream after that?” “You know what? I love you, Timmy! You always know how to please me.”, she grinned a little wickedly. He laughed impishly. “I hope so.”, he whispered into her ear elfishly when he led her to sit down at a small table in an Italian restaurant, softly stroking her rounded tummy before he sat down, too. “You do, believe me, you do.”
Author: vampire_gherkin
Character(s): Abigail Sciuto, Timothy McGee
Pairing(s): Abby/Tim
Genre(s): Het, Romance
Word Count: 826
Prompt: shopping (ncisdaily, March 26th)
Author Note(s): English is not my mother tongue, therefore I apologize for any mistakes and welcome you to correct me. Apart from that this is not beta’d.
Disclaimer: NCIS, NCIS:Los Angeles and all characters and references therein are not owned by this community or authors in use of such. No infringement of any rights is intended.
Summary: Tim takes Abby to go shopping, just as he had promised to. (sequel to I think I'm going to save that for tonight, never more scared and too much is never enough)
you always know how to please me
“Shopping!”, Abby squealed when Tim woke her up in the morning with a kiss. He laughed: “Good morning, darling, I love you, too, darling, how was your night, honey?” “Oh, fine, thanks, and yours?”, she grinned before she kissed him again, wrapping her arms around him tightly. “I love you, too, Timmy.”, she whispered. “Breakfast?”, he asked. “Of course. We are always hungry. Didn’t you know that by now?” “Yeah, sorry… Why did I even asked?”, he wondered. “I don’t know?”, she teased and kissed him again. “Will you make breakfast so I can go to the bathroom first?” “Okay, if you like? And if you’ll give me enough time to dress afterwards.”, he grinned. “Of course.”, she let go of him and sat up. “Man, I need to pee!”
After breakfast and changing Tim took her to the shopping centre as he had promised the day before. “Okay, so where do you want to start?” “Hmm, maybe... buying a muffin?”, she dragged him to a bakery right in front of them. “What?! We just had breakfast 15 minutes ago?!” “I told you we’re always hungry, didn’t I? And if I remember correctly that was only an hour ago, 30 minutes ago and 15 minutes ago, right? Apart from that I need some sugar.”, she stood in line to get two chocolate muffins. “Okay, okay, I didn’t say anything, all right?”, he smiled.
When they had been searching through about two dozen stores and had brought three bundles of bags back to the car Tim carefully asked: “Is there anything else you need, Abbs?” “Yes.”, she nodded determinedly. “Underwear.” “Underwear?”, he was surprised. “Yeah, that are the things you usually wear-“ “I know what underwear is, Abbs.”, he interrupted her. “I was just surprised you needed new one.” “Why? Weren’t you the one who said my breast had gotten bigger? And apart from that my tummy grows, so my trousers won’t be the only thing that doesn’t fit anymore, right?”, the pregnant woman asked. “Right, sorry. So any special wishes on where to go?” “No, let’s just go and search for a lingerie store on the way.”, she dragged him along.
“So when your breasts are getting bigger you’ll need a bigger cup, right? What about this?”, he held out a bra to her that was exactly one cup size bigger than her usual size. “Actually you’re completely right, but you forgot again that my tummy is growing, too, so my underbust measurement will have increased as well and I will need a longer back, probably with the same cup size as before, maybe even with a bigger one, I don’t know yet.” “Okay, well, you’ll have to try them out anyway, don’t you? So why don’t you buy nursing-bras right away?”, he wondered looking out for some. “No, I can only buy nursing-bras shortly before birth, if at all, better yet shortly after, because my measurements will drastically change with all that again. The back will probably have to be shorter again and my breast will most certainly grow further throughout the rest of the pregnancy and with the milk in it. I fear I won’t be able to wear the bras we’ll buy today that long anyway. That’s why I’d prefer to only buy two or three and rather come back here in a few weeks to get new ones and make sure they’re fitting properly. Running around with an unfitting bra is horrible, Tim, believe me, not only because it looks stupid but also because it doesn’t give proper support and I’m twitching and dragging and correcting it all the time.”, she sighed at the memory and at the same time admired Tim for his patience and understanding, especially in buying bras. She giggled at that thought. Yes, her husband was a really caring, vigilant and clever man, he didn’t even complain about having to go bra shopping with her, but instead looked out with her and offered her the presumably right sizes, combining the facts about her changing body on his own. He was just too cute and amiable, she could have kissed him to death right away.
“Okay, I can understand…”, he smiled. “What about this?” She looked at the size and smiled, too. “Perfect. You’re very attentive, little Timmy.”, she grinned and kissed him softly. This impression only steadied when they got out of the shop, Tim carrying her purchases for her again, and he wanted to know: “Up for a pizza, the two of you? Or do you want something else? Probably an ice cream after that?” “You know what? I love you, Timmy! You always know how to please me.”, she grinned a little wickedly. He laughed impishly. “I hope so.”, he whispered into her ear elfishly when he led her to sit down at a small table in an Italian restaurant, softly stroking her rounded tummy before he sat down, too. “You do, believe me, you do.”