Fic'ing to Christmas - Day Nine - FIC: The Plan
Title: The Plan
Prompter: kaylashay81
Prompt: NCIS/BtVS
Tony/Abby/Dawn (Dawn can be substituted for Faith or Buffy if needed, or Xander too…) They weren’t sure who picked up whom, but one thing was for sure, the coffin was never the same again.
Rating: FR21 - Tony/Dawn/Abby threesome - sex!
Betas: kaylashay81
Fandoms: Buffy the Vampire Slayer / NCIS
Disclaimer: The characters of BtVS belong to Fox, the WB/UPN, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. The characters of NCIS belong to Bellesario, CBS, etc. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
All fics by authors participating in this year's Wishlist challenge, can be found here: wishlist_fic
My Masterlist is here: Fic'ing to Christmas
”I have a plan. You’ll like it. Promise.”
The words sent a shiver down Dawn’s spine, a whimper escaping her lips, and goose bumps appeared on her arms. Abby’s plans were always awesome, even if they didn’t seem to pan out like she envisioned them. The last plan had been spectacular, but the night ended with Gibbs retrieving them from the back of a local squad car, where it was a much more appropriate, not to mention warm, place to be given their lack of attire. Dawn had sworn off beer pong for months following that crushing defeat and horribly embarrassing naked lap of shame. She felt her cheeks flush with mild embarrassment just thinking about it.
“You do remember the last time I was in D.C. right?” Dawn had to bring it up.
”Mmhm.”
Dawn bit her lip, fighting not to moan again, just from the sound of Abby’s voice. The girl was evil. Though, not literally, more like extra wicked, especially when her tongue was involved. That reminder certainly didn’t help matters, and Dawn shifted in her seat, squirming as her thighs pressed together. She fought the urge to push the gas pedal down further, completely disobey the speed limit, and cut the drive to Abby’s place in half.
“Jesus,” Dawn let slip and Abby laughed, low and throaty, on the other end. She drew in her breath, about ready to fuss at Abby for not sharing the details of this particular idea, when Abby moaned, soft and drawn out and Dawn’s fingers tightened, knuckles whitening, around the steering wheel. “What the hell is going on?” Dawn asked instead, flipping on her turn signal and cutting across two lanes of traffic with only a quick glance over her shoulder, before slamming on the brakes in the exit lane. Horns sounded, and she cringed slightly, ignoring the fact she’d almost caused a pile up on the beltway.
”It’s part of the plan, Dawn. Just get here…in one piece.”
Her headset beeped, indicated the call had ended, and she growled in frustration. She was almost there, logically she knew whatever Abby had put together would still be there when she got there, but patience had never been her strong suit. She blamed that particular trait on Buffy.
Finally, minutes that felt like hours later, Dawn turned onto Abby’s street and immediately started looking for a parking spot. Relief flooded through her as she spotted a spot along the curb half a block down from Abby’s apartment building. She flipped on her blinker, used a little too much gas when backing up into the spot, cutting too sharp into the spot and she bumped the curb. Irritation provided some clarity through her Abby-induced haze, and she let out a slow breath before pulling forward and slowly rearranging her car in the spot.
Once she was satisfied with her parking job, she grabbed her purse and overnight bag from the front seat, and pulled the keys out of the ignition. A quick glance over her shoulder showed no traffic and she got out, quickly shutting the door behind her, shivering slightly as a cold gust of wind ripped down the street past her. She depressed the button on her key chain, the locks sliding into place with the first click, and beeping to arm the security system with the second push.
She checked traffic again before she hurried across the street, making use of her long legs to quickly cover the half block until she came to a halt in front of Abby’s apartment. She pressed the buzzer, and the security guard flinched, snapping his head to the side to take her in. Erick’s naturally suspicious gaze eased when he focused on her and she waved , keys jangling with the movement. He reached down to his left and pressed a button on the wall and the outside lock disengaged. Dawn looked over both shoulders, making sure no one else was lurking, trying to get in the building, before she reached out, fingers wrapping around the metal and she gave it a tug.
“Ms. Summers,” he greeted her, his perpetual frown had lessened, not quite into a smile, but Dawn would take what she could get.
“Hello Erick,” she replied back as she pulled the front door closed, and the lock slid back into place.
“Here to see Ms. Sciuto?” he asked, even though he knew Dawn’s name was only listed on Abby’s approved visitors list.
“Yep, just got back into town,” she explained as she made her way past the security desk, boot heels echoing across the tile, and she stopped in front of the elevator pressing the bottom triangle.
“Hope you enjoy yourself.”
Dawn was grateful the elevator chose that moment to open and she was spared from Erick hearing the ‘oh I plan to’ she muttered under her breath. She pressed the circular button marked with a faded B and the doors slid closed behind her, and the elevator jerked slightly as it started its one floor descent. Dawn fidgeted, dropping her keys into her purse before running her hand through her hair, frowning as it flared out with static. She shivered, still not warmed up from the brief stint outside, she really hated winters not spent in warm weather.
The elevator stopped after a few moments, settling into its place for a moment before the doors slid open , and Dawn stepped out, turned left and heading toward the last door at this end of the hall.
~*~
”I have a plan. You’ll like it. Promise.”
Goose bumps rose along Dawn’s skin as she slowly eased herself back against the rounded lid of Abby’s coffin, the smooth, cool surface too much of a contrast to Dawn’s heated skin. She didn’t try to stop the embarrassed flush that had worked its way down her body. She knew Abby liked it when she blushed, and from the state of Tony’s erection, he didn’t seem to mind either. She watched as he slowly worked his hand up and down his erection, sliding the added lube along the condom. Not for the first time this evening, Dawn wanted to know what it’d feel like when he slid into her. But Abby had come up with the plan, and Dawn was perfectly fine with how Abby wanted to start it off.
Abby sunk to her knees at the end of the coffin, shouldering her way in-between Dawn’s bent legs. Dawn jerked at the first swipe of Abby’s tongue against her, legs fighting to tighten around Abby to hold her there. She kept only her head angled up, afraid to move the rest of her body on the curved lid. She watched as Tony held her gaze as he moved down behind Abby.
Abby’s attention drifted for a moment as Tony slid into her, that first thrust pushing her against Dawn. Dawn waited as Tony settled into a rhythm with Abby before Abby returned her mouth to Dawn.
It didn’t take long before Dawn felt the pressure growing, eyes slipping closed as she stretched her hands above her head, fingers scrambling for purchase along the lid. The tips of her fingers hooking into the seam where lid met base, fingernails disappearing into the crease. She heard and simultaneously felt Tony’s pace quicken, Abby’s own pleasure escalating with the thrusts, and she hummed her approval against Dawn. It was the vibrations that ultimately set her off, her release exploding with white flashes of lights behind her eyelids, and her back arched up off the lid as waves of pleasure rolled through her.
Sweat, it turned out, would be her undoing, as she started to slide to the side. Reflexively her fingers tightened, digging into the seam, which gave, grew under the slide of her weight. She didn’t even have a chance to warn Abby before she slid off the coffin lid, pulling the lid up with her as she fell, knees and elbows banging against the wood floor. Fortunately, it appeared, that one or both of them had been paying enough attention to get clear of her flailing limbs.
Dawn laid there in shock for a moment, before she slowly moved her limbs, ignoring the initial pain and was relieved nothing appeared to be broken. She managed to roll onto her back, head resting against the floor, and she just erupted in laughter.
“Good to know you’re okay Dawn,” Abby’s breathy voice came from the other side of the coffin lid.
Dawn tried, she really did, to sit up, and rearrange herself so she could watch as Tony and Abby got off, but her limbs, sated from a particularly spectacular orgasm failed to cooperate.
“Just dandy,” she whispered, and moaned slightly as her legs pressed together and another ripple of pleasure spread through her. “Definitely a-okay,” she added.
She heard whispers, Tony’s voice pitched low and probably right against Abby’s ear, as he continued to move inside her. She imagined one arm wrapped around Abby’s body, holding her back against him, as the other dipped down between her legs, finding her clit. She knew, from watching them earlier, that they’d played together before. So he probably knew just how to touch her, fingers dipping down to press against where they were joined. Her own hand sliding down her stomach and between her legs. She hissed slightly as she came in contact with her sensitive flesh, moved down further to slid into the wetness Abby had caused. She played with herself, imagining it was Tony’s fingers as he took her from behind, and she felt her body tense up again. She didn’t hold back the moan as her fingers moved faster and her body tightened.
“You getting yourself off again?” Abby managed to ask.
“Oh yeah. Kinda jealous of you right now,” Dawn answered back.
Tony chuckled and Abby moaned. “He’ll be up for round two later.”
“Gotta get through round one first,” Tony replied first, and the slap of skin on skin grew louder. Abby’s moans accompanied the thrusts, each one a little louder, until finally she came, calling out Tony’s name. Dawn’s slid up to rub against her clit and she came for a second time. Tony followed a few thrusts later, groaning out Abby’s name.
They were silent for a moment, Dawn’s heart racing in her ears, and her own pants, drowning out the others. When she finally came down, she did manage to roll herself over, and slowly crawl on hands and knees around the side of the coffin. Abby was leaning back against Tony, both looking completely blissed out. They both offered her a happy smile when her head appeared around the side.
“Totally loved the plan. Next time though, no coffin?” Dawn suggested and came to a halt leaning up against Tony.
Abby’s plans were always awesome, but they usually never panned out like she envisioned them.
Prompter: kaylashay81
Prompt: NCIS/BtVS
Tony/Abby/Dawn (Dawn can be substituted for Faith or Buffy if needed, or Xander too…) They weren’t sure who picked up whom, but one thing was for sure, the coffin was never the same again.
Rating: FR21 - Tony/Dawn/Abby threesome - sex!
Betas: kaylashay81
Fandoms: Buffy the Vampire Slayer / NCIS
Disclaimer: The characters of BtVS belong to Fox, the WB/UPN, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. The characters of NCIS belong to Bellesario, CBS, etc. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
All fics by authors participating in this year's Wishlist challenge, can be found here: wishlist_fic
My Masterlist is here: Fic'ing to Christmas
”I have a plan. You’ll like it. Promise.”
The words sent a shiver down Dawn’s spine, a whimper escaping her lips, and goose bumps appeared on her arms. Abby’s plans were always awesome, even if they didn’t seem to pan out like she envisioned them. The last plan had been spectacular, but the night ended with Gibbs retrieving them from the back of a local squad car, where it was a much more appropriate, not to mention warm, place to be given their lack of attire. Dawn had sworn off beer pong for months following that crushing defeat and horribly embarrassing naked lap of shame. She felt her cheeks flush with mild embarrassment just thinking about it.
“You do remember the last time I was in D.C. right?” Dawn had to bring it up.
”Mmhm.”
Dawn bit her lip, fighting not to moan again, just from the sound of Abby’s voice. The girl was evil. Though, not literally, more like extra wicked, especially when her tongue was involved. That reminder certainly didn’t help matters, and Dawn shifted in her seat, squirming as her thighs pressed together. She fought the urge to push the gas pedal down further, completely disobey the speed limit, and cut the drive to Abby’s place in half.
“Jesus,” Dawn let slip and Abby laughed, low and throaty, on the other end. She drew in her breath, about ready to fuss at Abby for not sharing the details of this particular idea, when Abby moaned, soft and drawn out and Dawn’s fingers tightened, knuckles whitening, around the steering wheel. “What the hell is going on?” Dawn asked instead, flipping on her turn signal and cutting across two lanes of traffic with only a quick glance over her shoulder, before slamming on the brakes in the exit lane. Horns sounded, and she cringed slightly, ignoring the fact she’d almost caused a pile up on the beltway.
”It’s part of the plan, Dawn. Just get here…in one piece.”
Her headset beeped, indicated the call had ended, and she growled in frustration. She was almost there, logically she knew whatever Abby had put together would still be there when she got there, but patience had never been her strong suit. She blamed that particular trait on Buffy.
Finally, minutes that felt like hours later, Dawn turned onto Abby’s street and immediately started looking for a parking spot. Relief flooded through her as she spotted a spot along the curb half a block down from Abby’s apartment building. She flipped on her blinker, used a little too much gas when backing up into the spot, cutting too sharp into the spot and she bumped the curb. Irritation provided some clarity through her Abby-induced haze, and she let out a slow breath before pulling forward and slowly rearranging her car in the spot.
Once she was satisfied with her parking job, she grabbed her purse and overnight bag from the front seat, and pulled the keys out of the ignition. A quick glance over her shoulder showed no traffic and she got out, quickly shutting the door behind her, shivering slightly as a cold gust of wind ripped down the street past her. She depressed the button on her key chain, the locks sliding into place with the first click, and beeping to arm the security system with the second push.
She checked traffic again before she hurried across the street, making use of her long legs to quickly cover the half block until she came to a halt in front of Abby’s apartment. She pressed the buzzer, and the security guard flinched, snapping his head to the side to take her in. Erick’s naturally suspicious gaze eased when he focused on her and she waved , keys jangling with the movement. He reached down to his left and pressed a button on the wall and the outside lock disengaged. Dawn looked over both shoulders, making sure no one else was lurking, trying to get in the building, before she reached out, fingers wrapping around the metal and she gave it a tug.
“Ms. Summers,” he greeted her, his perpetual frown had lessened, not quite into a smile, but Dawn would take what she could get.
“Hello Erick,” she replied back as she pulled the front door closed, and the lock slid back into place.
“Here to see Ms. Sciuto?” he asked, even though he knew Dawn’s name was only listed on Abby’s approved visitors list.
“Yep, just got back into town,” she explained as she made her way past the security desk, boot heels echoing across the tile, and she stopped in front of the elevator pressing the bottom triangle.
“Hope you enjoy yourself.”
Dawn was grateful the elevator chose that moment to open and she was spared from Erick hearing the ‘oh I plan to’ she muttered under her breath. She pressed the circular button marked with a faded B and the doors slid closed behind her, and the elevator jerked slightly as it started its one floor descent. Dawn fidgeted, dropping her keys into her purse before running her hand through her hair, frowning as it flared out with static. She shivered, still not warmed up from the brief stint outside, she really hated winters not spent in warm weather.
The elevator stopped after a few moments, settling into its place for a moment before the doors slid open , and Dawn stepped out, turned left and heading toward the last door at this end of the hall.
~*~
”I have a plan. You’ll like it. Promise.”
Goose bumps rose along Dawn’s skin as she slowly eased herself back against the rounded lid of Abby’s coffin, the smooth, cool surface too much of a contrast to Dawn’s heated skin. She didn’t try to stop the embarrassed flush that had worked its way down her body. She knew Abby liked it when she blushed, and from the state of Tony’s erection, he didn’t seem to mind either. She watched as he slowly worked his hand up and down his erection, sliding the added lube along the condom. Not for the first time this evening, Dawn wanted to know what it’d feel like when he slid into her. But Abby had come up with the plan, and Dawn was perfectly fine with how Abby wanted to start it off.
Abby sunk to her knees at the end of the coffin, shouldering her way in-between Dawn’s bent legs. Dawn jerked at the first swipe of Abby’s tongue against her, legs fighting to tighten around Abby to hold her there. She kept only her head angled up, afraid to move the rest of her body on the curved lid. She watched as Tony held her gaze as he moved down behind Abby.
Abby’s attention drifted for a moment as Tony slid into her, that first thrust pushing her against Dawn. Dawn waited as Tony settled into a rhythm with Abby before Abby returned her mouth to Dawn.
It didn’t take long before Dawn felt the pressure growing, eyes slipping closed as she stretched her hands above her head, fingers scrambling for purchase along the lid. The tips of her fingers hooking into the seam where lid met base, fingernails disappearing into the crease. She heard and simultaneously felt Tony’s pace quicken, Abby’s own pleasure escalating with the thrusts, and she hummed her approval against Dawn. It was the vibrations that ultimately set her off, her release exploding with white flashes of lights behind her eyelids, and her back arched up off the lid as waves of pleasure rolled through her.
Sweat, it turned out, would be her undoing, as she started to slide to the side. Reflexively her fingers tightened, digging into the seam, which gave, grew under the slide of her weight. She didn’t even have a chance to warn Abby before she slid off the coffin lid, pulling the lid up with her as she fell, knees and elbows banging against the wood floor. Fortunately, it appeared, that one or both of them had been paying enough attention to get clear of her flailing limbs.
Dawn laid there in shock for a moment, before she slowly moved her limbs, ignoring the initial pain and was relieved nothing appeared to be broken. She managed to roll onto her back, head resting against the floor, and she just erupted in laughter.
“Good to know you’re okay Dawn,” Abby’s breathy voice came from the other side of the coffin lid.
Dawn tried, she really did, to sit up, and rearrange herself so she could watch as Tony and Abby got off, but her limbs, sated from a particularly spectacular orgasm failed to cooperate.
“Just dandy,” she whispered, and moaned slightly as her legs pressed together and another ripple of pleasure spread through her. “Definitely a-okay,” she added.
She heard whispers, Tony’s voice pitched low and probably right against Abby’s ear, as he continued to move inside her. She imagined one arm wrapped around Abby’s body, holding her back against him, as the other dipped down between her legs, finding her clit. She knew, from watching them earlier, that they’d played together before. So he probably knew just how to touch her, fingers dipping down to press against where they were joined. Her own hand sliding down her stomach and between her legs. She hissed slightly as she came in contact with her sensitive flesh, moved down further to slid into the wetness Abby had caused. She played with herself, imagining it was Tony’s fingers as he took her from behind, and she felt her body tense up again. She didn’t hold back the moan as her fingers moved faster and her body tightened.
“You getting yourself off again?” Abby managed to ask.
“Oh yeah. Kinda jealous of you right now,” Dawn answered back.
Tony chuckled and Abby moaned. “He’ll be up for round two later.”
“Gotta get through round one first,” Tony replied first, and the slap of skin on skin grew louder. Abby’s moans accompanied the thrusts, each one a little louder, until finally she came, calling out Tony’s name. Dawn’s slid up to rub against her clit and she came for a second time. Tony followed a few thrusts later, groaning out Abby’s name.
They were silent for a moment, Dawn’s heart racing in her ears, and her own pants, drowning out the others. When she finally came down, she did manage to roll herself over, and slowly crawl on hands and knees around the side of the coffin. Abby was leaning back against Tony, both looking completely blissed out. They both offered her a happy smile when her head appeared around the side.
“Totally loved the plan. Next time though, no coffin?” Dawn suggested and came to a halt leaning up against Tony.
Abby’s plans were always awesome, but they usually never panned out like she envisioned them.