NCIS: Push and Pull
Fandom: NCIS
Main characters: Tony, Gibbs
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: Gibbs/Tony
Contains: AU, genderswitch, gunplay
Rating: PG13
Summary: Tony turns the tables on Gibbs.
Notes: As I've said before,
feywood and I played in NCIS fandom for a while, and then we played something where Tony was a cisgendered woman, just to play with how different that would be and how it would be the same. Now cisgendered female Tony is our headcanon. Right now, we're playing with the idea of Tony and Gibbs being in a sub/dom relationship, except that she is complaining, in my head, that she should get a chance to show him how it feels. So she does. Note that I doubt NCIS agents would really play around with guns (and I don't advise anyone do so). That's what fiction/fantasy is for, though!
She's barefoot, her hair in her face rather than neatly held back from her face like it is at work -- she's in her yoga pants, and Gibbs feels a little stab of strangeness that he actually knows her routine, knows things like this -- when did this relationship sneak up on him? Her stance is perfect, though, her arm steady. Her aim would be sure. Just like work.
"My turn," she says. He'd thought when he got the gun for her -- one that had never been loaded, one that he didn't own any ammo for -- that he could never let anyone do this to him. He'd wondered at her, at the fact that he knew she would let him, that she'd enjoy it. But against all the odds, here he is with her gun pointed at his head and he can do this. He can let her.
"Okay," he says back, his hands falling to his sides, easy. He expects hesitation, but Tony knows what she's doing. If she ever hesitated, she did it before he even stepped into her house. She takes a step forward, then another, watching him watch her. She presses the muzzle to his temple.
It's not the gun he used on her. That's okay. He knows she has the rules of firearm use as deeply ingrained in her as he does. But still, there's that visceral reaction to a gun, his breath seizing up in his chest -- and then Tony's touch on his arm, a gentle reminder, that makes his breath rush out of him. He wonders if it feels like this for her too, this push and pull of fear and trust.
"Bedroom," she says, softly. She waits.
And he goes -- he does as he's told.
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Main characters: Tony, Gibbs
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: Gibbs/Tony
Contains: AU, genderswitch, gunplay
Rating: PG13
Summary: Tony turns the tables on Gibbs.
Notes: As I've said before,
feywood and I played in NCIS fandom for a while, and then we played something where Tony was a cisgendered woman, just to play with how different that would be and how it would be the same. Now cisgendered female Tony is our headcanon. Right now, we're playing with the idea of Tony and Gibbs being in a sub/dom relationship, except that she is complaining, in my head, that she should get a chance to show him how it feels. So she does. Note that I doubt NCIS agents would really play around with guns (and I don't advise anyone do so). That's what fiction/fantasy is for, though!
She's barefoot, her hair in her face rather than neatly held back from her face like it is at work -- she's in her yoga pants, and Gibbs feels a little stab of strangeness that he actually knows her routine, knows things like this -- when did this relationship sneak up on him? Her stance is perfect, though, her arm steady. Her aim would be sure. Just like work.
"My turn," she says. He'd thought when he got the gun for her -- one that had never been loaded, one that he didn't own any ammo for -- that he could never let anyone do this to him. He'd wondered at her, at the fact that he knew she would let him, that she'd enjoy it. But against all the odds, here he is with her gun pointed at his head and he can do this. He can let her.
"Okay," he says back, his hands falling to his sides, easy. He expects hesitation, but Tony knows what she's doing. If she ever hesitated, she did it before he even stepped into her house. She takes a step forward, then another, watching him watch her. She presses the muzzle to his temple.
It's not the gun he used on her. That's okay. He knows she has the rules of firearm use as deeply ingrained in her as he does. But still, there's that visceral reaction to a gun, his breath seizing up in his chest -- and then Tony's touch on his arm, a gentle reminder, that makes his breath rush out of him. He wonders if it feels like this for her too, this push and pull of fear and trust.
"Bedroom," she says, softly. She waits.
And he goes -- he does as he's told.
This was originally posted here, on Dreamwidth. I would prefer people to comment and subscribe to me there, if you already have an account; I'll happily share Dreamwidth invites, if you want to make an account. Comments aren't disabled here on LJ, though.