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chestnutninny · 12 hours

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I Thought I Hated You -Chapter One

Warnings: Talks of murder, Borin and Reader hating each other.

I kinda struggled with this because I love Agent Borin, but I've actually never watched NCIS. I did a bit of research. However, this is mostly made up so far. I used the episode "Ships In The Night" for the inspiration for this.

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It was your first day working at NCIS, and you were fairly excited yet nervous to start at such an important job. When you got in, you were quickly introduced to everyone, and then you were taken over the case that they had so far. You worked alongside Ziva, and you were looking through your files when you felt another presence beside you. You glanced up to see one of the men you were introduced to earlier.

"Tony, right?" You questioned.

"Yeah! How did you remember?" He looked shocked, yet extremely happy at the fact you had remembered his name.

"Just got a good memory."

His smile faltered slightly as he hoped there was another reason you had remembered him. Despite that, his smirk returned again as he threw compliment after compliment at you.

"Look DiNozzo, I'm not interested in...whatever you're trying to do here." You gestured to him, his cheeks flushing red in embarrassment.

You turned to walk past him, and you bumped into someone. You looked up at the person that stood before you, their hazel eyes glaring into your own.

"Ahh, Y/N. I see you've met CGIS Agent Abigail Borin." The redhead nodded as Gibbs introduced her, a smirk contorting her face as she stuck out her hand for you to shake.

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Over the next few weeks, you had grown especially close to Ziva, forming a friendship that you were grateful to have in this line of work. You both worked seamlessly together and helped the team crack many cases. You were about to pack up your things to set off home and call it a night when the doors to the office swung open, revealing Gibbs.

"We've got a case." He stated.

"Where are we going?" You asked, slinging your jacket over your shoulders.

"The coast." He chuckled.

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As you pulled up to where Gibbs had led you, you spotted many figures chattering next to parked boats. You exited your car with Gibbs and walked over to one of the boats just as someone walked off.

"Agent Borin, how nice to see you again." You smirked, sarcasm dripping off your remark.

"Thanks, Y/N." She rolled her eyes.

"If you keep rolling your eyes, they might just get stuck back there." You winked and booped her nose before walking over to inspect the crime scene.

You walked around the entrance to the boat for a while, looking at possible angles the shooter could've come from. However, none of them made any sense to you.

You headed back to tell Gibbs about your findings when you walked in on Abigail, lifting her golden dress over her head, revealing her bare chest towards you, her body clad in nothing but her panties.

You couldn't help but admire the way her toned arms struggled with the dress, her figure captured by curves in all the right places. You strided over to help her lift the dress from herself, dropping it on her the floor.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?"

"I-I've finished looking around?" You shrugged.

You slid off your hoodie after she put on the NCIS t-shirt and joggers.

"Here, you might get cold." You stated as you passed her the hoodie. You saw the goosebumps begin to rise on her skin when she removed the dress.

"By the way, Borin. You scrub up quite nice." You winked over as you both headed off the boat.

"Don't, Y/N. You're as bad as DiNozzo." She shuddered as you chuckled loudly.

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Over the next few weeks, Borin had been down at the offices helping you solve the murder of the marine lieutenant that was shot upon the boat where your investigation took place.

You and Abigail had clashed non-stop, so you were forced into a different room to even talk to each other.

"Where's she going?" You asked Ziva, nodding over to Abigail, who swung her bag over her shoulder and her jacket resting on her forearm.

"She has a date for your information." Abigail sassed. "A blind one."

The statement stung at your chest despite supposedly hating Abigail. You couldn't get her out of your head. Her body, her smug smirk, her perfect face, her plump lips. You thought about her and you didn't even understand why.

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dimitrescus-bitch · 3 years

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Competition (Abigail Borin x Reader)

Abigail knew as soon as she mentioned the flirtatious NCIS agents that she was working alongside, she had made a mistake. She could see the jealousy flare up behind your normally soft eyes. You knew that you had nothing to worry about, if you did, the two of you wouldn’t be married. Still, you that didn’t mean that you wouldn’t drop by the NCIS office to drop off some lunch for your wife.

“Can I help you?” Your head turned towards the fairly soft spoken voice. You smiled politely at the guy who looked maybe a year or two older than you. There was an older guy sitting at his desk and a woman, both agents staring in your direction.

“Is Abi here?” you asked and they all shared a look. “Agent Borin?”

“Agent Borin is in interrogation, she should be out soon,” the man from before told you. The older guy sat forward in his seat, obviously checking you out. Technically, that was the point of getting a little dolled up. You wanted to show yourself off for Abigail so that they all knew she had someone very special to come home to.

“Oh, is it okay if I wait here for her? It was sort of a hassle getting in here.” You batted your eyelashes and one of the guys pulled a chair over for you to sit in. “I’m Y/n.”

“Tony DiNozzo, that’s McGee over there, and uh, Ziva,” Tony introduced himself. You gave him an unimpressed look and then glanced over towards Ziva and offered her a smile. It was flirtier than the one you’d given McGee when you walked in.

“Tony, I don’t think she’s interested,” Ziva told the man. He ignored her though and tried a couple of lines on you. You heard two sets of footsteps, one definitely Abi’s and one belonging to someone else. Just as Tony was about to say something else to you, Abi came up behind him and tugged him away from you.

“Y/n, what are you doing here?” Abi asked you. You stood up from the chair and wrapped your arms around her neck, not letting go until she kissed your cheek. “I thought you were showing today.”

“I did this morning, and got out around lunch. I figured that you hadn’t eaten yet, so I thought I’d come by and invite you out to lunch. That’s okay, right honey?” you explained. Abi ducked her head down a bit as she smiled at the fact that you’d gone well out of your way to come and do something as small as get lunch with her.

“Gibbs, you don’t mind if I duck out for an hour or so, do you?” Abi asked. Technically, she was her own boss, but you knew how important communication was when different agencies were working in tandem.

“Go right ahead. I’ll call you if something comes up,” Gibbs told her. Abi smiled, grabbed her jacket from off of the back of a chair, and then escorted you out of the building. You had your arm linked with hers all the way to your car.

“That could have been a phone call,” Abi said as she opened the passenger’s side door for you. You placed your keys in her hand and sat down as she shut the door.

“It could have, but I wanted to see my competition,” you said sweetly. Abi rolled her eyes, not believing there was any contest when it came to who got her affection. She loved you and only you, there wasn’t going to be another person in her life she could ever love in the same way again. “McGee seems sweet and Tony is an ass.”

“You think Ziva’s hot, don’t you?” Abi asked and you bit your lip as you looked away to avoid answering. Abi scoffed and nudged your shoulder. “Come on, don’t get bashful.”

“I mean, yeah, she is. She knows we’re married right?” you asked and Abi nodded. “Good, then I have nothing to worry about.”

“Not that you did in the first place,” Abi said as she turned towards your favorite restaurant in the area.

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dwaynepride · 4 years

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tapped with an impatience

summary: sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss.

Oh man thank you!! I absolutely understand if you chuck this one out but thank you for even considering it/her!! 12 with Abigail Borin please! I don’t mind whether it’s nola or ncis, I love both, and you x

words: 708

warnings: girl-identifying reader

tags: @stanathanxoox @pageofultron

For once, you were thankful for all of Sebastian’s quirks and ramblings. He’d distracted Pride, at least a little, when Abigail decided to give you a look if you happened to chance a glance at her. Confident, as always, that she wouldn’t be caught.

Though, now walking down the hallway, it was a little more dangerous. Even with Pride in the front, annotating Sebastian’s findings and voicing his own thoughts,, Agent Borin walked right beside you. It was difficult to pay attention to whatever Pride was saying - her hand kept brushing against yours. As you walked, it’s like she was stepping even closer. Playing chicken with how close she can get.

It was hard to discern whether to be annoyed or exhilarated.

Though, as Abigail suddenly grips your arm and pulls you to a stop, those feelings are replaced with pure shock. You don’t even have enough time to glare at her and say her name before she calls out Pride’s name. “Hey! We’ll come meet you at the car in a few minutes.”

What the fuck does she think she’s doing?

Pride swivels around, his face wearing a confused frown. “Everything okay?” He asks.

“Sure. Just some girly business.” Abigail wears that confident little smirk of hers - you’ve learned never to trust it, and you’re surprised that Pride doesn’t automatically question her. “Do you really need to know?”

His eyes flicker away awkwardly before shaking his head. “No, no. Just, uh- try to be quick, okay?”

Abigail nods once, and you just barely withhold a groan as she pulls you away in the direction of the bathrooms. Surely, there must be a better time to fuck around than in the middle of a case. And once Pride is out of earshot, you pull your arm out of her grasp. “Abigail, what-”

“Relax. This won’t take long.”

That doesn’t make you feel any better.

She’s first into the bathroom, and you follow right behind. But just as soon as you’re through the door, Abby pulls you closer. Kicks the door shut and backs you up into it while leaning in and kissing you hard. You can instantly tell she’s wearing chapstick - her lips taste like strawberries.

And yeah, it’s been a little while since you and her have shared a kiss that went deeper than just a peck. Hell, you can’t even remember the last time Abigail’s kissed you this hard. A kiss that melts your brain and makes you forget how to breathe with its intensity.

It’s not as if kisses are common enough to be taken for granted. You and Abigail Borin aren’t exactly official or anything - merely hooking up whenever she’s in town and you happen to cross paths on a case. You spend a night together and she says she’ll miss you and you believe her.

Maybe that’s what makes this kiss that much more powerful. And she knows it, because when she breaks the kiss and leans away, Abigai smiles knowingly at the blissed out look on your face. “Yeah, I missed you, too,” she says softly.

Your eyes blink open, and despite the softer look on her face, it still makes you blush that she caught you looking so vulnerable. “You ever think about sticking around after the case?” You ask her. “Take a vacation? Coast Guard can’t possibly need you that much.”

She smirks at that. “You’d be surprised.”

This time, when Abby kisses you again, it’s slower. Making it last because you both know there aren’t too many opportunities to really slow down and enjoy each others company. There’s no normal perks of dating, and that’s probably the biggest negative to whatever you have going on between you two.

Plus, you both know Pride is waiting in the car. And the longer you stay here, the longer the case goes unsolved.

So reluctantly, you both seem to pull away at the same time. If there was one thing you two understood, it was the importance of the job. And maybe that’s why things have never truly moved on from where you are.

Still, just as you’re pulling the door open, Abigail swoops in and places one last kiss to your lips. Just to make it last.

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ao3feed-ncis · 4 years

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Classified

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3j0Wq5N

by Kattwyllie

Words: 1014, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: NCIS, NCIS: New Orleans

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Abigail Borin, You, Reader, Jethro Gibbs, Timothy McGee, Anthony DiNozzo

Relationships: Abigail borin x you, Abigail borin x reader

Additional Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Humor

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3j0Wq5N

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storiesofsvu · 1 year

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Hey besties.

So thanks to an influx of new followers and from different fandoms and interesting requests I’ve been getting I figured it was needed to repost this.

Things I WILL NOT write for:

-Non con or even CNC

-Age gaps. (Realistic ones are fine. But i refuse to do 18 year old super genius yn who graduated Harvard already and 40+ year old character falls in love with them).

-Basically YN under the age of 30. I’m in my mid 30’s and most people in the industries that my fics involve would be in that age rage, or late 20’s at best if you’re looking under, go elsewhere.

-Underage yn’s. If you want a fic where yn is the chlld this is NOT the place.

-stories involving losing virginities. While i may write someones first experience with the the same sex, or a specific style, i do not write virgin characters

-pregnant y/n’s. It’s very rare I will accept requests involving pregnancy

-Male yn’s. Nothing against it but as a female, esp when it comes to smut I’m uncomfortable writing it.

-Same goes for medical conditions. There are certain that I am familiar with or are easier to research or I have close friends who can give insight to, otherwise i feel like I’m not doing it justice and also dont want to offend. Dm or send an ask if you have specific questions.

WHO I Write For:

(just because there is someone on my masterlist does not mean i still write for them. i only write this list.)

Law and Order(SVU/OC/ OG)

-Rita Calhoun, Casey Novak, Elizabeth Donnelly, Alex Cabot, Grace Muncy, Tonie Churlish, Melinda Warner, Pippa Cox, Sonya Paxton, Amanda Rollins, Peter Stone, Mike Dodds, Joe Velasco, Sonny Carisi, Rafael Barba, Terry Bruno.

-Ayanna Bell, Samantha Maroun

-Calex, Barhoun, Calvak, Novelly, Benhoun.

Criminal Minds:

Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan, Alex Blake, Tara Lewis, Aaron Hotchner

House of Cards:

Heather Dunbar, Jackie Sharp

-Duckie (heather x jackie)

Homeland:

Elizabeth Keane

Grey’s Anatomy/Private Practice:

-Addison Montgomery, Amelia Shepherd, Charlotte King

NCIS:

Abigail Borin, Anthony Dinozzo

Chicago PD:

Hailey Upton, Kim Burgess, Erin Lindsay, Kevin Atwater

DM/Ask box for taglists!

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chestnutninny · 12 hours

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I Thought I Hated You- Chapter 2

Warnings: violence, almost smut.

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"So, how was your date?" Yoy asked Borin as she walked towards your desk, coffee in hand.

"It was bad, the guy was a total creep."

"Too bad. Is that for me?" You gestured to the other coffee cup that occupied her other hand. She nodded, gently settling it down in front of you.

You took a sip and practically moaned at how good it lasted, not missing the way her eyes darkened slightly and her cheeked tinted pink.

The moment was interrupted by Gibbs who ushered you both to the interrogation room, where three people sat, all of them suspects to the murder of the marine.

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You took your seat towards the back of the room, taking notes from the conversations that were happening between the five people in front of you. You saw Gibbs leave the room to get water for the suspects, but you didn't really pay too much attention to what was going on.

That was until you felt the table lunge forward, one of the mens hands wrapped tightly around Borin throat, her face red and panicked. You ran forward and kneed him in between his legs from behind, forcing him to fold over, letting go of Borin.

You guided her out of the room and told Gibbs to go back inside and be careful. You took Abigail into an unused interrogation room, passing her a bottle of water that you had taken from Gibbs on the way here.

"Are you okay?" You questioned, as you looked her up and down, making sure she wasn't hurt anywhere else.

"I'm fine, Y/N. I had it covered in there, you shouldn't have got involved."

"Yeah, you sure looked like you had it in control." You countered back.

You both argued back and forth for what felt like an eternity before you decided that you should leave, not bothered to carry this fight on. As your hand grasped the door handle, your jumper sleeve was yanked back, pulling your actions to a halt.

You spun on your heels, turning to face Abigail, who stared back at you. Although this time, her eyes were dark and hooded, and her face was flushed. Her lips collided with yours before you knew it, and you were being pushed up against the door whilst her hands fumbled with the lock.

Despite the incredible feeling of her lips on yours and the magnetic pull that she seemed to have on your body, you pulled away, pushing her back slightly.

"Borin, what are you doing?" You quizzed.

"I need you, Y/N. I know you want me too, I've seen how you look at me." She smirked as you averted your gaze from her.

Her long finger slowly unbuttoned her shirt, fumbling on a few. You bit your lip as you caught a glimpse of the black lace bra that held onto her chest, her boobs being pushed up together.

You surged forward, ripping open the shirt, the last few buttons flinging off and scattering on the floor.

"I hope you're going to get me a new one of those." Abigail sassed.

"You can have one of mine." You winked at her, pulling the now loose sshirt from her body. She rolled her eyes at your remark, making you pull her closer by the front of her bra.

"If you keep rolling your eyes at me, I'll give you something to roll them for." You husked if her ear before biting her neck. She gasped as this and moaned as you kissed down her neck, across her collarbones, until you reached the swell of her breasts.

You pushed her to sit in the seat that was in front of the table. You leant around her to unfasten the clasp of her bra when her phone went off.

She huffed and reached into her pocket to answer it.

"Agent Borin..." She introduced, waiting for a response from the other end of the line. "Yeah, I'll be right there."

She hung up the phone, putting her face in her hands.

"Is everything okay?" You asked.

"Yeah, Ziva said Gibbs needs me in the office. I need to fill out a statement. Y/N, I'm so sorry."

"It's fine, go. Gibbs needs you." You nodded to the door with a smile on your face.

She reached into her coat pocket, pulling out a card with her contact information on.

"Contact me, and we'll arrange something, I promise." She rushed out the door and you took the card from her hand.

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You headed back to the office after your little incident with Abigail and went over to Ziva's desk. She couldn't hide the huge smirk that radiated on her face.

"So...did you have fun?" She questioned, wiggling her eyebrows.

"What do you mean?" You asked, sincerely.

"Come on, Y/N. I heard her on the phone, and she was pretty out of breath, and she was flustered when she came in here. I know for certain that you were with her."

"Fine, but you can't tell anyone. We argued, made out and then you called."

"So you didn't...you know?"

"No! You're such a cock-block, Ziva." You chuckled, as you pointed a mocking fingerings at her.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I thought you did." Ziva shook her head. "Did you at least get her number or something?"

"Yeah. She told me to call her later to arrange when we mext see each other."

"Awww. Well, I'm glad that you're both finally doing something about your feeling. It's about time."

"What?" You looked shocked.

"It's so obvious that you like each. You could cut the tension with a knife. The sexual tension that is."

At this, you rolled your eyes, spinning on your desk chair.

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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In For It

Warnings: Language, smut, Dom!Abigail Writing this made me PAINFULLY aware on how 99.9% of the time they refer to her as Borin, and rarely ever by her first name, unless it’s Abby saying “Other Abi.” It’s weird.

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Throughout your career you weren’t quite sure how you eventually ended up as part of the FBI, sure you’d worked your way up from the academy, but someone clearly saw your potential and before you knew it you were working special cases across different bureaus. Your education helped you sort out cases even when you were simply a first grade detective, but your whit, the way you were able to coerce perps into confessions before anyone else could. The fact that your degree was one of criminal justice, with a minor in psychology, having taking extra courses to make sure any perp you face wasn’t about to escape you with some bullshit.

You’d been with the FBI for a handful of years, working cases with a variety of departments, wherever someone needed you, you went. You were happy for the different environment, the different people, the change in office life for a little bit while you worked through a case. You made your way up the ranks faster than you would have thought, and before you knew it, you were in charge of your own little unit at the bureau.

It wasn’t long until Washington’s NCIS called you in on a case, you couldn’t help but revel in the casualness of their squad, laughing at the way they interacted with each other. Particularly with Gibbs, either he was more chill with them or you were one hell of a hard ass with your team.

After a few ops working with them you were introduced to one CGIS Agent Abigail Borin and you wished you were a better actor, she immediately flustered you. Anytime she even glanced your way you could feel the flush break out on your face, not missing the smirk on her cheeks. It only took a couple of weeks before she managed to catch up to you outside the office, grabbing your wrist in her hand (your breath hitched heavily at that) asking if she could take you to lunch.

Lunch turned heavily flirtatious, less than three days later Abigail made the bold move of kissing you. You were more than okay with it, lips moving with ease and grace against hers, a small groan escaping your lips as her tongue delved into your mouth. That interaction was all it took for the two of you to easily fall into a relationship. At first you did you best to keep things private, and honestly you were able to for over a year, your departments didn’t work together often, and when you did it was usually through a third department that needed both your help on the case.

It was only when you were working a case with NCIS, having to fend off Dinozzo’s flirting the entire day that you finally waggled your engagement ring in his face that anyone realized you were taken. When you missed your dinner date with your fiancée and she showed up at the office, the secret was finally out, not that either of you were overly concerned, and not that it stopped Tony from relentlessly flirting with both of you.

Currently the two of you were at a company Christmas party, multiple units were compiled together, which meant NCIS and CGIS were both intermingling at the same location. There had been a casual dinner, a couple of speeches, a few awards for long time standing agents, but now, the party was in full swing. The upper level management having left meant everyone was a little bit loosened up, delving into the open bar probably more than they should.

Abi wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you to her as she kissed you softly, a sly grin on her lips when you pulled away, a gleam in her eyes at the slight flush of your cheeks.

“You look gorgeous tonight, you know that?” Your cheeks flushed more at the comment, giving a little laugh before pecking her cheek.

“Thank you…” Her lips hit the tip of your nose softly,

“Grab me another drink, will you?” You gave her a reassuring nod as she made her way to the bathroom. You moved up to the bar, smiling at the bartender as you ordered the pair of drinks. You felt the presence beside you before you glanced up, not surprised at the sight of Tony beside you, a sly smirk on his face before he spoke.

“You know, you look just about good enough to eat.” You let out a hefty laugh at the comment from the man, not missing the way his eyes followed your bare neck as you threw your head back.

“Dinozzo.. what did I tell you?” You smirked at him, “Borin will murder you…”

“Oh it’s Christmas, let me have a little fun.” Rolling your eyes you tossed him a grin,

“Alright. I’ll bite, what’s your game plan to get a girl home?”

“First I’d buy you a drink.” He signalled to the bartender, sliding a refill of wine and a couple shots over to you.

“Standard.” You returned his cheers, shooting back the liquor, feeling the warmth of it coursing through your body. “Bit of a rookie move for you. Where’s that Dinozzo flair?”

“Oh, you’ve gotta warm ‘em up a bit first,” he picked up the second shot, “can’t just dive right in.”

“Sure you can.” You took a step, closing the gap between the two of you. You could practically hear his breath hitch as you plucked the shot from his hand, your voice lowered and husky when you spoke again, “Be bold Dinozzo, maybe then you’ll actually get some for once.” You shot him a wink before throwing back the alcohol, placing the shot glass back into his hand. “Thanks for the drink.” Turning, you picked up Abi’s refilled bourbon along with your fresh glass of wine, not surprised to find her back at the high top table, brow cocked in curiosity at the scene in front of her.

“Were you just flirting with Dinozzo?”

“Just keepin’ him on his toes.” You kissed her cheek gently, smiling at the way she leaned into it. Abigail tugged you tighter into her side, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“You are so in for it when we get home…” Her words caused a pooling of heat deep inside you, the way her voice husked against your skin nearly making you tremble. She nipped gently at your earlobe before pulling away, lust filled eyes meeting yours.

“Why bother waiting?” Your voice was breathless when you replied. Abi smirked in response, grasping your hand in hers as she quickly lead you from the building.

You knew you certainly were in for it when the cab ride home simply contained Abi’s hand gently resting on your bare thigh, her fingers tickling at your skin every so often. She linked her fingers through yours, thumb stroking against the back of your hand, laying a soft kiss against your hair in the elevator. Your body let out an involuntary shiver at the contact, knowing her being this soft with you wasn’t going to last very much longer.

And it certainly didn’t, the moment you’d latched the door Abigail whipped you around, pinning you to it in a bruising kiss. You gasped into her mouth at the feel of her fingers burying into the roots of your hair, tugging at it. A thigh snuck between your legs, under your dress and your hips jolted at the contact, rolling against the taught muscle, Abi let out a dark chuckle at the whimper that escaped your mouth.

“You gonna be a good girl for me now?” You nodded, lurching forward in attempt to capture her lips again. Her hand closed firmly around your chin, tilting your face up to hers, “You know better than that.” She smirked at the way your breath was coming out in pants already, your misbehaviour causing her leg to drop away from your core.

“Yes. I promise I’ll be good.”

“That’s my girl.” Her lips met yours again, tongue delving into your mouth, rolling against yours with ferocity. Her hands clasped at your hips, walking backwards, guiding you into the bedroom, a few steps from the bed they ran up your body, cupping at your breasts. The groan you let out agaisnt her lips turned into a gasping moan as her kisses moved down your neck, teeth biting into the exposed skin where it met your shoulder. “Take your clothes off. Now.”

Abi chuckled lightly at how fast your hands flew to the zipper of your dress, tugging the fabric from your frame at lightning speed. You watched with eager eyes as she started to undress, leaving herself in her lingerie while you stripped down completely.

“God you’re beautiful..” She murmured, hand caressing the side of your cheek before she kissed you again. Her hand trailed down your body, around the curve of your hip, “Turns out I’m not the only one who thinks that…” Her fingers traced around your lower body, avoiding the spot you wanted them the most, “But you know better than to flirt back, right?” She cocked a brow,

“Y..yes..”

“Good. Do I need to remind you who this belongs to?” Her hand cupped your core, tightening for emphasis, you gasped out a whimper, shuddering against her body.

“You…”

“Yeah…this pretty little pussy’s all mine, right baby?” God did she know exactly what to do to make you absolutely weak at the knees. The heel of her palm pressed into your clit while her fingers toyed with your folds, encouraging your wetness to leak out agaisnt them.

“Only yours…”

“Shall I remind you why?” She smirked, watching you shiver as she rolled your clit in her fingers.

“Yes..please…please…”

“Good girl.” Abi pecked your lips, gently shoving you down onto the bed.

You could taste the bourbon against her tongue, the combination of it and the taste of her electifying your senses. Her hand stayed buried against your cunt, simply playing with your juices, her knee slipped in between your legs, nudging your legs open wider. Her mouth moved back to your neck, sucking and biting at the supple skin, hell bent on leaving you with one hell of a bruise the next morning. A finger slowly probed into your pussy, easily sliding in and out, she murmured something about how soaked you were while adding a second finger, causing your hips to shoot off the bed. You felt the coil already beginning in your body, the way Abi’s fingers twisted and twirled inside you absolutely heavenly. Knowing you could take it, she slipped a third in, your cunt immediately clenched around her hand, a moan of her name escaping your lips, your hips began rolling in rhythm against her body, fucking her fingers.

“You like that don’t you?” She murmured into your ear while her thumb came to roll against your clit, you whimpered out a yes, eyes clenching shut in ecstasy. “You know the rules baby girl.”

“Please!” Your voice was strangled, doing everything you could to submit to the pleasure without misbehaving.

“Please what?”

“Please can I come?!” Abi let out a dark chuckle, sitting up so she could watch you come undone.

“Yes.” She increased the pressure on your clit, “Come for me baby.”

A cry broke free of your lips, hips shooting off the bed while fire washed over your body, thighs quaking around Abigail. Her eyes drank you in, the shining sheen of sweat glistening in the light glow of the bedroom, the way your body shook against the mattress, the way your breasts heaved with your laboured breathing. But mostly, the way her fingers disappeared into your drenched cunt, the sopping sounds echoing throughout the room, the feeling of your walls pulsing against her hand as your orgasm wrecked its way through your body. A string of moaned swears and utterances of her name left your lips as you came. Abi slowed the pace of her fingers, gently pulling them from you before leaning over your body, peppering soft kisses across your face, resulting in a giggle from you.

“You remember why your pussy belongs to me now?”

“Yes..fuck…” Rolling your head to face her, your hand pulled her face to yours, meeting her lips with a gentle kiss. She gave another small laugh, beginning to kiss her way down your body, shifting lower on the bed, “Ab…I don’t think I can-“ You were cut off with a gasp when her lips kissed your still throbbing clit.

“You’ve got at least one more in you, I know it.” She smirked as she caught eye contact with you, shooting you that oh so seductive wink, “Besides, you made me leave before dessert was served. I think I deserve something sweet to end the night, don’t you?”

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Secret Santa

Christmas, winter, the whole holiday season had never been your thing once you were an adult. Sure, it was all fun and games as a kid, you loved treats and presents. Once you’d graduated it became an onslaught of when you were going to bring a nice boy home, as if marriage was your number one priority, as if you couldn’t move forward in life without a ring on your finger and a baby on your hip.

You’d very eagerly moved away to Washington once you were done with school, diving head into being a marine, and thus, moving into being part of CGIS. You hadn’t expected it, but one of your fellow marines had managed to convince you into the smaller division, and honestly, she was someone you trusted more than anyone else, she had been in charge of your unit after all.

The only person you kept in contact with was your Grandmother, she’d always loved and accepted you no matter what and you always made sure to fly back home to see her a few times a year. She really was the only part of your family that mattered. To say you were devastated when she passed was a complete understatement, you hated it even more that it was right before Christmas, right before you were supposed to see her again. You threw yourself into work, putting in way too many hours at the office and nowhere near enough at home. You were exhausted, but you were doing good work, until Agent Borin privately came into your office and assured you it was okay to take some time off. She understood, she knew how easily it was to bury tragedy with overworking yourself, but she wanted to make sure you were okay. You rolled your eyes, but agreed, taking the rest of the week off. You were incredibly thankful that she seemed to have such a watchful eye over her team.

It was a few years later, Christmas had rolled around and you had been convinced into a ridiculous Secret Santa exchange, and this year, you really weren’t feeling the holiday spirit. You made sure to drop your gift in the office pile before you managed to sneak out early. You figured you could order some take out and indulge in too much wine as you normally, did, making sure your phone was in a different room, completely ignoring any relatives that were trying to contact you.

You jumped at the sound of a knock on your apartment door, who the fuck could possibly be there, more so, who even knew where you lived? Your hand flicked at your phone on the kitchen island, noticing no notifications before you pulled the door open.

“Agent Borin?” You were certainly taken aback, “I-uh….is this a work thing? Cause I’ve had a few glasses of wine…” She laughed softly,

“No…you left early, and you know you can call me Abi…can I come in?”

“‘Course.” You widened the door as she moved into the apartment, closing it behind her. “Can I get you a glass of wine?”

“Sure.” She smiled, you missed the small bag she placed on the island as you moved through the kitchen, grabbing a fresh glass, filling it and passing it to her. “You left before the exchange tonight.” She stated.

“Yeah..” you murmured, “I’m not exactly the most enthusiastic around the holidays..brings up some not so great memories.”

“I know.” She softly smiled, her hand sliding the small bag toward you, “I needed to make sure you got this tonight, even if you bailed on the staff party.”

“Ohh…Kay.?” You smiled softly, not knowing what exactly the other woman was getting at.

“I was your secret Santa…I guess I could’ve waited until after the break but I didn’t want to.” She admitted, and you could swear you saw her cheeks flush at her admission.

You glanced up at Abigail before your hands reached the bag, slipping the tape away from the seal. You reached a hand in, your brows furrowing as you pulled out what seemed like a necklace box. You cocked a brow at Abi as you flicked the lid open, not expecting your hand to shoot to your mouth as you saw the necklace.

“This…” your head tilted as you lifted the necklace up infront of you, “this looks kinda like the one I lost during the Morain case..”

Abigail felt her heart jump into her throat, she knew this moment was coming, and that gifting you something like this could make it a million times worse, but part of her didn’t care whatsoever. The necklace was an heirloom from your Grandma, and after your family recklessly tossed or sold the rest of her belongings after she died, it was all you had left. You’d lost it somewhere on sight while chasing a perp, not even noticing it was gone until you got home that night. Abi found you back at the office way past closing time in an attempt to find if it was somewhere there and she could barely stand how distraught you were over it, it was the one and only time she’d seen you cry and it made her heart goddamn break.

“Uhm….it is…”

“What?” Your eyes shot to hers.

“I-fuck I shouldn’t have.” She instantly started to panic, “Fuck. Forget this ever happened.” She turned toward the door, making her way to leave as your hand closed around her wrist.

“I don’t want to forget. Abi…this is..the sweetest fucking thing.” Your eyes were full of tears, “where’d you get the ruby for this?” She laughed nervously,

“The Morain crime scene…”

“What?” You honestly didn’t know what she was talking about, maybe it was the wine, or the sudden rush of emotion but your brain felt full of fog.

“While I was doing my final sweep after you’d all left I noticed something…sparkling..it was right where you took him down so I figured it was the necklace. By the time I got back to the office you’d gone home so I figured I’d save the pieces for the morning. But…when I saw how upset you were over it I was worried that seeing it broken would be like rubbing dirt in the wound.”

“That case was nearly a year ago…”

“I know…fuck, this was a terrible idea.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear this much.” You teased and Abi felt her cheeks flush,

“The longer I kept them the more I started to worry that too much time had passed, that it would be weird? I guess? I started to try and make up some stupid story of finding them more recently, but just…always got nervous about it. When I picked your name for Secret Santa it just made sense. I…hope it’s okay I had it melted down and reformed?”

“Oh Abi…” She was genuinely shocked as you launched towards her, a soft kiss landing on her cheek as you pulled her into a tight hug, “it’s fucking perfect. Thank you.” You pulled away gently, giving her hand a squeeze, “help me put it on?” Turning you pulled your hair off your neck as you handed her the necklace, letting out a sigh at the feeling of the gem’s weight against your collarbone again. “Best Christmas ever.” You smiled gleefully, popping up onto your toes to kiss her cheek again.

“You deserve it.” Abi felt her cheeks burning again, “Sorry it took so long..I..just..” You tilted your head, your lips pursed at the woman in front of you.

“You know, for someone who always knows what to say you’re pretty flustered tonight…” she attempted to awkwardly laugh that off, “Borin…are you blushing?!”

“No!” She did her best to avoid your gaze but your teasing only increased, your fingers jabbing into her ribs as she attempted to shield herself from you a small laugh echoing from her lips as her hands grabbed your wrists, stilling your hands, “I care about you…I want you to be happy, especially at Christmas. Even if your family’s full of assholes who think otherwise. It’s the least I could do…I just hate that it took me so long to get the balls to do something about it.”

“This..isn’t just about the necklace anymore is it?” Your voice softened as you read between her words, realizing which ones she was oh so carefully leaving out.

“What’d’you mean?”

“You don’t think I haven’t noticed all the extra coffee’s left on my desk? You always make sure I have the best cases, and I’m the only one you’ll take with you when Gibbs comes calling. And…now you’re showing up at my door at 10 p.m with the greatest Christmas gift I’ve ever gotten?”

“I..” she sighed, meeting your gaze with a small smile on her face, “ya caught me..” you smiled, grabbing her hand.

“C’mon. Bring your wine. We can make fun of the ridiculous Christmas movies on t.v.”

Abi laughed, following you into the living room, happily settling next to you on the couch. It may have taken nearly a year, (and a lot of secretive Secret Santa name swapping in the office) but she officially knew that she’d made the right choice, and that it hadn’t freaked you out in the process. In fact, you seemed more than comfortable as the night progressed, your previous Scrooge attitude dissipating as your head landed on her shoulder halfway through a movie. It truly was the best Christmas ever.

#abigail borin #abigail borin x reader #ncis #ncis fanfiction #abigail borin fluff

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chestnutninny · 7 days

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Masterlist

Fluff, Smut, Angst

Law & Order: SVU

Casey Novak

Tender, Loving Care

Olivia Benson

SFW Alphabet

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Elizabeth Donnelly

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Sonya Paxton

Abigail Borin

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NCIS

Celebrities

I Thought I Hated You

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Lady Gaga

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Stranger Things

Renee Rapp

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Jennifer Lawrence

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Diane Neal

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Eddie Munson

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Robin Buckley

Nancy Wheeler

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chestnutninny · 12 hours

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I Thought I Hated You

(Agent Abigail Borin x Reader)

Warnings: death, violence, almost smut, female!reader

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

#abigail borin #abigail x reader #ncis

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storiesofsvu · 6 months

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What wips do you have currently, and what's on your list to get to?

Woof. Loaded question.

Brb while i get the laptop & wip notebook out lol.

How do I even organize this?! LOL. okay, starting with what is already in word with a blurb/prompt/etc. I'll give ya the working titles/how i've referenced them if i have/if they provide context.

Addison Montgomery: -1 fluffy xmas related for bingo (holiday party i think? where the dr's meet reader for the first time)

Abigail Borin: 2 smut pieces

Rafael Barba: 1 smut, 1 angst based on Good For You(potential), Barba x the cam girl series,

Barhoun: 1 mini series, harvard au including carisi and amanda. 1 fluff, 1 poly fluff. 1 poly series where they meet reader at a sex club and show her what it's all about. 1 smut one shot involving some pegging. 1 poly!barhoun where they're struggling to make it work and realize a third is what they're missing.

Alex Blake: "fluff wip" no clue what that is lol. she's also got another series on the docket that i should probs start working on the outline for soon.

Calvak: girl dinner smut, it's nearly done.

this is gonna get long so keep reading lol

"Club Sandwich wip": yn's friends with JJ, has met most of the team over the years. she's casually dated both emily and alex, now she meets tara and emily teases her about who she's gonna take home and then comes up with a solution where she doesn't have to choose.

Emily Prentiss: halloween smut where new kinks are discovered, obvi Solace in Solitude is a wip, fluffy one shot where the team discovers emily's married for the first time, a s*gar m*mmy Emily x reader series that will likely be the next one i work on. There are 2 other series i've been thinking about that i can't really say too much without giving away the major plot points LOL.

Heather Dunbar: heather x the stripper series, heather & her plaything series, where she's married but her & rob have a relatively open arrangement, also xmas cards fluff piece for bingo. There's also a big political thriller style series I may delve into that would be poly jackie x reader x heather

Hotch: 1 smut piece for xmas bingo, 1 probably series ft hotch x jack's ft babysitter (like a full ass in their 30's childcare person, no huge age gap shit).

Also while we're talking about Hotchner's, I've got a couple of ideas for Haley Hotchner x reader series that would be a combo of fluff and hurt/comfort/angst.

Joe Velasco: a series AU where he never got out of the gangs, rises through the ranks to be one of the top guys. he and yn meet at a bar and she's not quite sure what he does. -Also a semi follow up to Under Over where they go UC together again but with the roles reversed, it might just be a one shot. -1 fluffy/semi smutty one shot where they're admitting feelings

Sonny Carisi: a hurt/angst piece where he and reader realize their relationship is over

Elana Barth: has a couple of smutty pieces, and some more req's in the ask box rn. and a series idea floating around

Olivia Benson: 2 smut, 2 angst/hurt pieces. One of which i'm attempting to focus on to get done lol.

Rita Calhoun series: x a make up artist who rita takes a liking to but reader is concerned she has a deal breaker. 1 mob boss rita AU. 1 vampire!rita AU (this one will feature the rest of the squad, all supernatural creatures and a crossover ft criminal minds)

Elizabeth Keane: 1 bingo one shot, 2 potential series.

Temily: 1 smut piece, 1 comfort fluffy piece

Tara Lewis: another couple of comfort fluffy pieces. i think there's a smut piece hiding somewhere too.

There's a handful of other random ideas ive had that i've scribbled down in word for series including various characters, another svu x criminal minds crossover. I've got an idea for an Amelia Shepherd series that I'm gonna start thinking more about after christmas.

And all of the above doesn't include what's currently sitting in my inbox lol.

I'm going to continue focusing on one shots over the xmas season esp with the extra responsibilities at work. So if there's something specific you want to see first, lmk and if you want it really bad/faster, you know where to buy me a kofi.

#svu #law and order svu #criminal minds #rita calhoun #house of cards #calvak #ncis #temily #emily prentiss #barhoun #joe velasco

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storiesofsvu · 3 months

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Okay so I just got this idea for an Abigail Borin x Fem Reader fic based on some Taylor Swift songs and I’d write it myself but I don’t think I’d be able to write it well so I was wondering if maybe you’d be interested

Ooooo!! Bruh!! Taylor & Borin??!! Absolutely. 👀😍😍

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storiesofsvu · 4 months

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I would really love to see anything that is Casey Novak or Abigail Borin x Reader with smut please and thank you 😂

😂😂 i’ll see what i can come up with

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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hi! i was wondering if you are still taking requests and if so, could you possibly write an abigail borin x reader smut? i know borin tends to be written dominantly, but if you are comfortable could you write her as a bratty bottom? love your work!

I am!! And i would *love* to write some bratty borin!

Look through these prompts & see if any are to your liking!

Thank yoouu!!💜💙

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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New Year’s Kiss

Abigail Borin x fem!reader Warnings: language, heavy flirtation, sass, semi-public smut.

happy New Years friends….

It was December twenty eighth, and while the office was technically closed over the holiday season- with the exception for major emergencies - you were still at your desk, flitting through paperwork in an excuse to avoid the chaos of your family. There were a few other agents in and out throughout the day, mostly ones darting in to grab something they’d forgotten, or to leave notes on someone’s desk for a case to start in the new year. You’d taken to twirling your chair back and fourth mindlessly scrolling through your phone when a voice interrupted your procrastinating.

“Hey, I need a favour.”

“Agent Borin!” Your phone dropped with a clatter onto your desk as you hastily grabbed a pen, straightening yourself behind your desk, “what can I help with?”

“Okay, first of all you don’t need to do that.”

“Do what?”

“Pretend to be working. It’s like, two days after Christmas why are you even here?”

“It’s a reasonable excuse to get out of family gatherings?”

“Makes sense.”

“What d’you need? Urgent case?” Abi let out a small chuckle of that,

“You could call it that. Are you free Thursday night?”

“New Year’s Eve?” Your brow scrunched, the other woman nodded, “my sister asked me to chaperone her teenager’s party with her. So…if you have something to get me out of that, I’m completely free.”

“Perfect. Buy a dress, you’re coming with me to the NCIS party.”

“The thirty first is in three days…your date cancel on your last minute?”

“No,” she sighed, “wasn’t planning on going but now Gibbs is pulling rank and insisting that I be there. And in the span of the five minutes I was in their office DiNozzo made at least eight cracks about being my new year’s kiss and we cannot have that happening.” You laughed. You hadn’t met the NCIS team but you’d heard enough about them from Borin that you knew she meant what she said.

“What do I get out of it?” You quirked a brow, “cause right now it looks like I’m the only person in the office so your hands are tied in finding someone.”

“It’s an open bar?” She offered up, “and I’ll pay for the two a.m pizza post party?”

“Hmm…” you pondered over it for a moment, it was already getting you out of the obligation to your sister, and you certainly didn’t want to ring in the new year surrounded by slightly intoxicated teenagers. “Deal.”

“Thank you! You’re a blessing.” Abi turned to start to leave before your voice stopped her, pausing before she hit the doorway.

“Hold up! Am I going as your plus one or as your date?”

“What’d’you mean?”

“A plus one is just someone to come with you so you’re not surrounded by people you don’t know, a like…barrier. My go to plus one is my gay best friend Andrew, looks traditional enough for the older more conservative parents and grandparents while we’re wingmaning for each other the entire time. If I’m coming as your date, that means I’m there with you, ready to ward of DiNozzo all means possible.”

“You’re good at undercover stuff, let’s go date. DiNozzo might not take no for an answer otherwise.”

To be completely honest, you were a little nervous when the thirty first rolled around. You hadn’t been out to celebrate in years, opting to stay home away from the crowds or picking up extra hours at work. Though those extra hours certainly had paid off this year, you liked Borin, you liked working under her and you’d be lying if you said you’d never thought about being under her in a different circumstance.

And Jesus fucking Christ did she ever look incredible tonight.

Slipping your arm through hers after handing your coats off to the coat check you entered the reception hall. The bar was at the far end of the room, a buffet set up running perpendicular to be unveiled later on, round tables filled the room around the edges of the dance floor. A few cocktail servers moved through the crowd with small plates of appitizers or drinks, a happy buzz of conversation and music echoing off the walls. The two of you made your way up to the bar, placing an order in with the bartender as you turned to Abi.

“Which one am I protecting you from?” You asked, barely finishing the sentence before a voice rang out.

“Agent Borin! Wow! You clean up niiice!”

“Never mind…” you muttered, nodding a thanks to the bartender as you took a sip of your drink.

“Thanks DiNozzo…” Abi greeted, “this is Y/N.” You gave him a soft smile,

“You brought a friend.”

“I brought a date…” she countered. The smile barely faltered from the man’s face, nearly morphing into a grin, a gleam shooting through his eyes.

“That doesn’t means midnight can’t be fun.”

“Stop thinking about a threesome.” You deadpanned.

“I-no…” he chuckled, attempting to back pedal.

“I can see it in your eyes. And I’ll tell you right now I don’t do dick, so…she’s all mine.” You solidified your words with a soft kiss on Abi’s cheek.

“Well you’re missing out.” He laughed, grabbing a beer from the bar.

“I doubt it.” You replied, “there are plenty more things you can do with a tongue than you can with a dick.” Abi laughed outwardly, even more so at the way DinNozzo held up his hands in defeat.

“Okay, okay, I surrender.” He still shot the two of you a wink before sauntering off as Abi turned to you.

“Nicely done.”

“Thank you.” You sipped at your drink, “now do I get the next UC op we get?”

“It’s all yours.” She laughed softly.

The two of you said some quick hello’s to other people, pausing briefly here and there for a few conversations before settling at a table with some appitizers and a fresh round of drinks.

“Do you really not do dick?” The statement had piqued Abi’s interest, but she wanted to wait for an at least semi-private moment to ask. You laughed softly, swallowing the bite of scallop.

“I’ve dabbled a few times here and there but it’s really just never worth it.”

“I feel you there.” She agreed.

Despite having worked together for years the two of you were realizing you’d never breached the topic of partners. True, most of the office kept professional and personal lives separate, but you knew who was married, wedding pictures or family pictures littering their desks. The occasional partner stopping by the office once in a while to drop off lunch or the like, but never either of you.

“You don’t have some mysterious girlfriend no one at work knows about, do you?” She asked, pulling a laugh from you.

“Yeah…I’m in a totally committed relationship. That’s why my only plans for New Year’s Eve were avoiding my sister and why I ended up at a party posing as your date.” You teased in return, “the only thing waiting for me at home is my vibrator in my otherwise veryempty bed.”

“Note taken.” She smirked, her attention immediately pulled to Gibbs who’d stopped by to say hi and get to escape his team for a bit, settling in with the two of you for the rest of the meal.

The hours passed nearly as easily as the champagne went down, you were standing by the bar when a fellow agent managed to steal Abi for a dance, you nodded that you were more than fine to stay chatting with Ziva. The mood in the room had shifted as the night went on, the open bar more than helping with that, neither of you were drunk per say, but definitely not sober. Inhibitions were getting to a point they had yet to reach prior, the fake affection increasing with each glass of champagne you drank. You watched Abi move gracefully across the dance floor, your eyes trained to her form, murmuring into your glass,

“She’s so fucking pretty…”

“She is.” Ziva replied, “and she’s genuinely a great person, you’ve got yourself a good one there. How long have you been together?”

“Oh…” you laughed it off, suddenly realizing what you’d said, hoping your cheeks weren’t as burning as it felt like they were as you tore your gaze away from the blonde to Ziva, “we’re not…she just needed a fake date to fend off DiNozzo…we just work together.” The night was almost over and you knew you could trust her to not blow the secret before you managed to get out of there. The brunette let out a laugh,

“You sure about that?” She shot you a wink before disappearing over to say something to McGee as Abi returned to your side. She laid it on, her wrists linking behind your neck as she nuzzled against your cheek. You felt your breath catch in your throat at how intimately close she was to you, Ziva’s words echoing in your head as Abi raised her gaze to yours.

“You okay?” She asked softly, voice only loud enough for you to hear.

“Just curious about something.” Abi cocked a brow in response, prompting you to continue, “if DiNozzo’s not getting that kiss at midnight, am I getting it?”

A grin broke out on Abi’s face, a gleam in her eyes similar to the one in Tony’s earlier. You felt one of her arms shift, her gaze moving to her watch quickly. Then you were genuinely shocked at the brazen move of her lips suddenly meeting yours. It was quick, but soft, and so goddamn heavenly you nearly whined as she pulled away, chasing her lips as she chuckled.

“C’mon.” Her hand linked with yours and she tugged you from the banquet hall. You were nearly at the entrance when she glanced around quickly before twisting open the door to the no longer supervised coat check, swinging the door shut behind you.

It was in an instant that her lips were back on yours, tongue easily delving into your mouth, groaning at the bite left from the champagne you’d been drinking. One of her hands found home on your hip, backing you into a wall while the other began to toy with the hem of your dress. Your back hit the wall right as her lips broke free of yours, beginning a messy trail down your neck, her teeth scraping at your skin.

“Abs…” your hand grasped at her chin, moving her eye line back to yours as she paused briefly

“I’m gonna give you a hell of a lot more than a midnight kiss.” She murmured, her lower hand exploring beneath your dress. Your mouth fell open in a gasp, head dropping back against the wall as her fingers traced the pattern of your underwear, pausing to press slightly against your clit, “if you’re okay with that?”

“Yes..please…”

Abi chuckled at the sudden whining tone in your voice, knowing she had the clear go ahead. She met your lips in a kiss, fiery, full of passion and with no hesitancy that she was about to ease up, this was gonna be hard and fast, and she was on a time limit.

Her hands slipped your panties to the side, slowly dragging back and fourth as her thumb toyed with your clit, drawing your wetness out. You buried a hand into her hair, the other one settling just above her ass, pulling her as tightly to you as you could while still leaving her access to your cunt. You moaned heavily into her mouth as she plunged a finger into you, your hips bucking up against her, you could feel the smirk of her lips against yours, knowing she was enjoying this as much as you were. Her finger pumped a few times before she slipped a second one in, the tips of them curling within you as they explored, searching for that oh so sensitive spot. She knew she’d found it when you broke free of her lips, a gasping groan echoing through the room, the hand in her hair tightening against the roots, pulling roughly.

“Mmm…” she murmured, lips meeting the skin of your neck again, “you like it when I touch you there? Her hand repeated the action,

“Oh God Abi..”

“Quiet baby, you wouldn’t want anyone to hear us, would you? Because then you wouldn’t get to come…and that would be a shame.” You nodded hastily, your eyes widening at the sudden change of behaviour. You’d always know Abigail to be a dominant person, obviously, she was your superior after all, but never in your life did you think you’d get to experience her dominance in a situation quite like this. “Good girl…”

Abi smirked, nipping at your lip as her hand began to move again, pulling little whimpers from you and sopping sounds from your pussy. Your hands tightened around her body, your breath quickly beginning to come out in pants, you chased her lips with yours, eager to feel them against you again. You yearned to feel nothing but her lips against you for the rest of the year, and for as much time afterwards as possible. She could feel your pussy beginning to flutter against her fingers, clenching down as her thumb began to toy with your clit, your hips rolled in time with her hands, your eyes screwed shut as your puffed breathing increased. You felt the coil building heavier and heavier within you, about to burst, when suddenly Abi pulled her hand out. Letting out an annoyed huff your eyes shot open, a near pout on your face as she grinned at you. Her fingers met your lips and you greedily sucked your juices off them, groaning out a slurp.

“Always so obedient…” She teased, the familiar smirk on her lips as she pulled her hand from your mouth with a pop. She kissed you with surprising softness before dropping to her knees, shucking your dress up to your waist.

“What’re you-“

“Showing you just how much better my tongue is than a dick.”

Abi barely had time to shoot you a wink before tossing one of your legs over her shoulder, burying her face into your cunt. You couldn’t help the strangled cry at the feeling of her pillowy lips around your lower ones, the way her tongue dragged through your folds, flicking at your clit lightning fast before beginning to fuck you with it. The hand that had been buried in her hair returned to her locks, your hips beginning to roll against her face with eagerness, doing your best to stay quiet as the fire shot through your body much faster than you’d expected. Fuck was she ever good at this. Abi moved her lips to your clit, sucking it into her mouth as her fingers returned to your pussy, now dripping with heavy desire. She groaned at the taste of you, the vibration causing your hips to rocket against her face, your fingers digging even deeper into her hair.

You could hear the noise from the ballroom getting increasingly louder, cheers and yells covering your vocalization as Abi increased the pressure and speed against your pulsating pussy. It was like some fucking kind of goddamn incredible miracle that her fingers hit your gspot just as the countdown began, curling and twisting as her tongue flicked right against your clit over and over again, your body shook with a deep orgasm right as the clock struck twelve. Your yelp completely covered by the cheering and yells of ‘Happy New Year’ from down the short hallway. Abi used her free hand to brace you against the wall, feeling how shaky your legs were, how your body began to nearly collapse against her.

“Holy fuck..” you muttered as she returned to standing, her hands holding your waist gently as your breathing began to regulate. You registered her hand stroking your mussed hair out of your face, softly stroking at your cheek as your eyes met hers, “definitely better than an New Year’s kiss.” She giggled softly, meeting your lips in an impossibly soft kiss.

The two of you barely had time to tear apart from each other as the door swung open. You were ever the thankful that Abi’d already fixed your dress, you only prayed that your cheeks weren’t as hot as they felt as Gibbs entered the room. Of fucking course, if anyone was about to try to duck out early, it would be him.

“You two enjoying yourselves?” He half smirked. Abi was suddenly very thankful for the purple peacoat you’d worn tonight, her eyes quickly able to find it amongst the others, meaning hers was next to it on the rack.

“Just grabbing our coats Gibbs.” She shot back, tossing yours to you before grabbing your hand, practically dragging you from the room.

“You know, I expected this from DiNozzo but not you Borin!” He called after you as you raced down the hallway the best you could in your heels, a small fit of giggles breaking between you. When you reached the line of cabs you pulled her to you, meeting her in a deep kiss, a soft moan escaping your lips into hers at the taste of you on her tongue.

“Come home with me?” You asked quietly, “it may be past midnight but I’d very much like to return the favour.”

“Did you seriously think I was going anywhere else?” Abi replied, small smirk on her lips as you giggled, ducking to kiss her again.

“Happy New Year Abi.” You murmured agaisnt her lips.

“Happy New Year.”

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