Fic: I can't buy you roses, just sandpaper (Gibbs/Boat)
Lasy night Mum and I watched two episodes of NCIS 'Legend parts 1 & 2' *waves to Nakeisha*. It was mostly boring. *g* However it did have somehting in it that disturbed me. Gibbs sanded another boat. Not *the* boat. Therefore in the interests of my NCIS OTP I wrote a little post episode fixit.
Title: I can't buy you roses, just sandpaper
Author: Aingeal
Pairing: Gibbs/Boat
Rating: PG for boat related cheating themes.
Wordcount: 329
Summary: So how does Gibbs explain his use of sandpaper on another?
I can't buy you roses, just sandpaper
Gibbs wasn't sure what to say to her. After-all what was there to say? He'd broken her confidence, broken his promise to her that there wouldn't be another. This time it was the real thing, permanent. Yet somehow he had found temptation in front of him. Somehow he had to explain.
"It didn't mean anything," he said.
She stayed silent. Damn she was good at that.
Gibbs sighed. "I had to do it for the case." The case that hadn't panned out as expected anyway.
"Look, I know I said things were different but sometimes I'm going to have to do something like that."
Still no answer, his voice reverberating around the room. He reached out to touch her. He did so gently, just his fingertips running across first before he laid his hand on her, a sign of comfort.
"It wasn't easy," he said. "It wasn't some kind of fun activity."
Yes he had derided some pleasure from it but that was natural, it was just a bodily reaction. The emotional connection hadn't been there. How could it have been? He hadn't known her, the other one. Not like he knew the one he was with now.
"I was thinking about you the whole time," he said, a slight smile at remembering the moments they had shared so early on. Moments that occupied his thoughts throughout the time he was otherwise engaged. He ran his hand down her gently.
"She wasn't as good as you. Never could be." That was true. For him there could be only one.
"Forgiven?" he asked.
The silence gave him an answer. Yeah, he was forgiven, This was how it was between them. A relationship built in silence and the echo of his own thoughts.
Pleased that he had set things straight he picked up the sandpaper. "It's just you and me," Gibbs said, and gently, he began to sand.
Just a man and his boat in the basement. Nothing could compare.
Title: I can't buy you roses, just sandpaper
Author: Aingeal
Pairing: Gibbs/Boat
Rating: PG for boat related cheating themes.
Wordcount: 329
Summary: So how does Gibbs explain his use of sandpaper on another?
I can't buy you roses, just sandpaper
Gibbs wasn't sure what to say to her. After-all what was there to say? He'd broken her confidence, broken his promise to her that there wouldn't be another. This time it was the real thing, permanent. Yet somehow he had found temptation in front of him. Somehow he had to explain.
"It didn't mean anything," he said.
She stayed silent. Damn she was good at that.
Gibbs sighed. "I had to do it for the case." The case that hadn't panned out as expected anyway.
"Look, I know I said things were different but sometimes I'm going to have to do something like that."
Still no answer, his voice reverberating around the room. He reached out to touch her. He did so gently, just his fingertips running across first before he laid his hand on her, a sign of comfort.
"It wasn't easy," he said. "It wasn't some kind of fun activity."
Yes he had derided some pleasure from it but that was natural, it was just a bodily reaction. The emotional connection hadn't been there. How could it have been? He hadn't known her, the other one. Not like he knew the one he was with now.
"I was thinking about you the whole time," he said, a slight smile at remembering the moments they had shared so early on. Moments that occupied his thoughts throughout the time he was otherwise engaged. He ran his hand down her gently.
"She wasn't as good as you. Never could be." That was true. For him there could be only one.
"Forgiven?" he asked.
The silence gave him an answer. Yeah, he was forgiven, This was how it was between them. A relationship built in silence and the echo of his own thoughts.
Pleased that he had set things straight he picked up the sandpaper. "It's just you and me," Gibbs said, and gently, he began to sand.
Just a man and his boat in the basement. Nothing could compare.