NCIS. Gibbs/Ducky. Love
TITLE: Little moments
AUTHOR: Sage Harper
FANDOM: NCIS
PAIRING: Gibbs/Ducky
GENRE: Slash
PROMPT: Love
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 207
SUMMARY: "Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."
WARNINGS: n/a
NOTES: n/a
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, just borrowing.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs wasn’t a romantic man.
Sure he could do romantic things here and there, as a means to an end. But he saw how other people carried on, all that sighing and pineing, nah that just wasn’t for him.
So why was he so easily able to pin point his most favourite moment of the day, two actually, which sure sounded a lot like true love however you sliced it.
When he got back from working really late; to find Ducky sat waiting up in bed, but had fallen asleep at his post. The kicker though was when Gibbs would gently kiss his neck, lower him to horizontal, and Ducky would sigh in his sleep. A sigh that seemed to say, ‘thank goodness you’re here, everything is alright now’.
And it would be, Gibbs figured. Because sure enough next morning Ducky would wake up beside him, smiling softly, his world still in soft focus without his glasses on, and say ‘good morning, my dear’ in that warm seductive accent of his.
Gibbs would never admit it on pain of death (or worse, looking like a teenager); but when it came to Ducky Mallard, it didn’t take a lot to make him weak at the knees.
AUTHOR: Sage Harper
FANDOM: NCIS
PAIRING: Gibbs/Ducky
GENRE: Slash
PROMPT: Love
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 207
SUMMARY: "Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."
WARNINGS: n/a
NOTES: n/a
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, just borrowing.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs wasn’t a romantic man.
Sure he could do romantic things here and there, as a means to an end. But he saw how other people carried on, all that sighing and pineing, nah that just wasn’t for him.
So why was he so easily able to pin point his most favourite moment of the day, two actually, which sure sounded a lot like true love however you sliced it.
When he got back from working really late; to find Ducky sat waiting up in bed, but had fallen asleep at his post. The kicker though was when Gibbs would gently kiss his neck, lower him to horizontal, and Ducky would sigh in his sleep. A sigh that seemed to say, ‘thank goodness you’re here, everything is alright now’.
And it would be, Gibbs figured. Because sure enough next morning Ducky would wake up beside him, smiling softly, his world still in soft focus without his glasses on, and say ‘good morning, my dear’ in that warm seductive accent of his.
Gibbs would never admit it on pain of death (or worse, looking like a teenager); but when it came to Ducky Mallard, it didn’t take a lot to make him weak at the knees.