Re: Again in two parts. I'll have to restraint to copy/paste.schtroumph_cOctober 12 2009, 12:19:36 UTC
His eyes fly open and he gasps out an "Oh!", getting to his feet and taking a step towards Tony.
Yeah!
"You bought this place for us. For the three of us."
So much love!
Tony pumps his arms in the air then cups his hands around his mouth, making a noise like the sound of a thousand fans cheering through radio static. "And the crowd goes wild! Timothy McGee, registered genius, terrible swordsman, spectacularly boyfriended, wins the top prize. It's never been done be-"
Only he has to shut up then because Tim's kissing him, reveling in the hard press of Tony's body against his. He wraps his arms around Tony's back and hugs tight, burying his face in Tony's neck. There's a tight band around his own chest that isn't only caused by the fact he's had his breath knocked out of him with discovery. Tony's hugging him back and muttering something into his hair
And cute, and love, and cutie love.
"You totally love me," he says, and his smile could power a 100-watt bulb, minimum.
Tony slides a hand down and grabs Tim's ass. "I totally do," he agrees, cheerfully. "There's probably antibiotics for that."
Heeee!
Jethro's left alone to stare at the ripples on the surface of the cooling tea and hot chocolate until they disappear.
Poor Jethro, all alone. Bet it happens often.
It would have been the same if it had been Abby. Only there'd probably be less desert rescue because there's no way Abby's going into the Sahara with that skin tone. Also, she's not a freaky Mossad assassin
*snort*
Gibbs had to practically tell me in words of one syllable. He even offered to draw diagrams."
"He did not." Tony's head jerks up and in the dim light Tim can see his eyes glittering with amusement.
"Did too."
And it was awesome. Too bad you missed it, Tony.
"And then you told her you were reporting her for inappropriate workplace behavior and she was dismissed from her position never to darken the Navy Yard again."
Tim tugs at Tony's arm hair. "And then I wished her well and told her I was sure she'd meet someone soon."
"I like my version better," says Tony. "And leave my hair alone, McFidget."
"Okay," says Tim, smoothing down the hair. "We'll go with your version. What happened to her after she got fired?"
"Funny you should ask that," says Tony, settling in even closer, resting his head in the hollow of Tim's shoulder and throwing a leg across Tim's. "It's quite the tragic tale..."
Re: Again in two parts. I'll have to restraint to copy/paste.catwalksaloneOctober 12 2009, 15:40:45 UTC
Hey, you! *squishes* I'm glad you liked it.
Poor little Tony. It's hard to be in the other position when you've been on the other side all your life. And Tim who doesn't get it!
I know, right? Tony's not happy with this lesson he's having to learn and Tim should get it, dammit, what more does a Very Special Agent need to do? *pets Tony*
Were there tests and ticky boxes? "Shut-down time after blowjob: ….." "Shut-down time after sex: …" "Shut-down time after awesome cooking:…"
Yeah!
"You bought this place for us. For the three of us."
So much love!
Tony pumps his arms in the air then cups his hands around his mouth, making a noise like the sound of a thousand fans cheering through radio static. "And the crowd goes wild! Timothy McGee, registered genius, terrible swordsman, spectacularly boyfriended, wins the top prize. It's never been done be-"
Only he has to shut up then because Tim's kissing him, reveling in the hard press of Tony's body against his. He wraps his arms around Tony's back and hugs tight, burying his face in Tony's neck. There's a tight band around his own chest that isn't only caused by the fact he's had his breath knocked out of him with discovery. Tony's hugging him back and muttering something into his hair
And cute, and love, and cutie love.
"You totally love me," he says, and his smile could power a 100-watt bulb, minimum.
Tony slides a hand down and grabs Tim's ass. "I totally do," he agrees, cheerfully. "There's probably antibiotics for that."
Heeee!
Jethro's left alone to stare at the ripples on the surface of the cooling tea and hot chocolate until they disappear.
Poor Jethro, all alone. Bet it happens often.
It would have been the same if it had been Abby. Only there'd probably be less desert rescue because there's no way Abby's going into the Sahara with that skin tone. Also, she's not a freaky Mossad assassin
*snort*
Gibbs had to practically tell me in words of one syllable. He even offered to draw diagrams."
"He did not." Tony's head jerks up and in the dim light Tim can see his eyes glittering with amusement.
"Did too."
And it was awesome. Too bad you missed it, Tony.
"And then you told her you were reporting her for inappropriate workplace behavior and she was dismissed from her position never to darken the Navy Yard again."
Tim tugs at Tony's arm hair. "And then I wished her well and told her I was sure she'd meet someone soon."
"I like my version better," says Tony. "And leave my hair alone, McFidget."
"Okay," says Tim, smoothing down the hair. "We'll go with your version. What happened to her after she got fired?"
"Funny you should ask that," says Tony, settling in even closer, resting his head in the hollow of Tim's shoulder and throwing a leg across Tim's. "It's quite the tragic tale..."
He tells him bedtime stories. He's to keep.
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Poor little Tony. It's hard to be in the other position when you've been on the other side all your life. And Tim who doesn't get it!
I know, right? Tony's not happy with this lesson he's having to learn and Tim should get it, dammit, what more does a Very Special Agent need to do? *pets Tony*
Were there tests and ticky boxes? "Shut-down time after blowjob: ….." "Shut-down time after sex: …" "Shut-down time after awesome cooking:…"
Well, it's Tony, so I'm presuming...yes. :D
Poor Jethro, all alone. Bet it happens often.
More than he'd like, C, more than he'd like. ♥
He tells him bedtime stories. He's to keep.
Agreed.
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