NCIS: No Apologies
Fandom: NCIS
Main characters: Tony, Gibbs
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: Gibbs/Tony
Contains: AU, genderswitch
Rating: NC17
Summary: Tony likes to rile him up in bed, but it's always her that falls apart.
Notes: Another one of the various versions of Tony-was-always-a-cis-woman.
"Boss," she says, in his ear, "fuck me."
"I've told you to call me Jethro," he says, but she heard the way his breath hitched and she just wriggles up against him, spread open beneath him and loving it. "Say it, Tony."
"Boss," she says again, grins at him, winds her arms around his neck and pulls him in, kisses him deep and hard. He makes a noise in his throat, thrusts into her -- jagged, involuntary, no finesse. She loves that, too. She bites at his lip, mouths along his jawline, hitches herself up against him, and he caves. He always caves. His hands are on her hips, a hard grip almost at the point of pain, and it's awesome because he's all swept up in her, drowning in her, and there's nothing else for him in this moment. Tony's always wanted that, to be the sole focus on his attention and now -- now she knows how to get it.
"Tony, Tony," he says, breathlessly, and it's as good as a love poem from anyone else -- and yeah, she's had a few of those, but actually none of them even nearly matched up to the way he says her name, the way his body weighs her down, the way his hands press into her skin.
"Boss," she says again, and then whispers in his ear, "Jethro -- "
He groans again, fucks deeper and harder into her, and she arches up against him, holds on tight, bites back a scream when one hand moves from her hip and moves between them. He knows just how to touch her, and she thinks he knows it the same way he knows how to find someone's weak point in interrogations, the same way he knows how to push and push until someone falls apart.
She falls apart, of course she does; she always does for him, but for her he's there to gather her up, murmuring into her hair, stroking her back. He kisses the bruises he's left on her hips, after, but he doesn't apologise. He knows what he does to her, and he's not sorry.
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Main characters: Tony, Gibbs
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: Gibbs/Tony
Contains: AU, genderswitch
Rating: NC17
Summary: Tony likes to rile him up in bed, but it's always her that falls apart.
Notes: Another one of the various versions of Tony-was-always-a-cis-woman.
"Boss," she says, in his ear, "fuck me."
"I've told you to call me Jethro," he says, but she heard the way his breath hitched and she just wriggles up against him, spread open beneath him and loving it. "Say it, Tony."
"Boss," she says again, grins at him, winds her arms around his neck and pulls him in, kisses him deep and hard. He makes a noise in his throat, thrusts into her -- jagged, involuntary, no finesse. She loves that, too. She bites at his lip, mouths along his jawline, hitches herself up against him, and he caves. He always caves. His hands are on her hips, a hard grip almost at the point of pain, and it's awesome because he's all swept up in her, drowning in her, and there's nothing else for him in this moment. Tony's always wanted that, to be the sole focus on his attention and now -- now she knows how to get it.
"Tony, Tony," he says, breathlessly, and it's as good as a love poem from anyone else -- and yeah, she's had a few of those, but actually none of them even nearly matched up to the way he says her name, the way his body weighs her down, the way his hands press into her skin.
"Boss," she says again, and then whispers in his ear, "Jethro -- "
He groans again, fucks deeper and harder into her, and she arches up against him, holds on tight, bites back a scream when one hand moves from her hip and moves between them. He knows just how to touch her, and she thinks he knows it the same way he knows how to find someone's weak point in interrogations, the same way he knows how to push and push until someone falls apart.
She falls apart, of course she does; she always does for him, but for her he's there to gather her up, murmuring into her hair, stroking her back. He kisses the bruises he's left on her hips, after, but he doesn't apologise. He knows what he does to her, and he's not sorry.
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.