NCIS. Gibbs/Ducky. Special
TITLE: Dedicated follower of fashion.
AUTHOR: Sage Harper
FANDOM: NCIS
PAIRING: Gibbs/Ducky
GENRE: Slash
PROMPT: Special
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 253
SUMMARY: "Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."
WARNINGS: n/a
NOTES: n/a
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, just borrowing.
He was going to have to intervene.
It had been a week now, at least, if his estimation was correct, which was long enough. All the children had noticed, even Jimmy had commented on the matter and he was not one for noticing the apparel of anyone male or still alive.
Ducky knew he shouldn’t care what other people thought, and with regards himself he honestly didn’t. But he would never want for anyone to think badly of Jethro. Which it seemed they might start to; saying he only had one shirt, the implication he was a stop out or a hobo. Intrusive speculation as to his private life. That eventually he would end up smelling rather like a tramp if this continued.
So Ducky hatched a plan; that night, while Jethro was sleeping soundly, Ducky crept out of bed, plucked the discarded shirt from the hallway floor and tucked it into his medical bag so he could take it home and wash it the next day. Problem solved, or so he thought.
Then next day Gibbs came into work wearing an identical shirt. Prompting Tony to asked; “Your washer broken, Boss?” and was rewarded with a head slap for his trouble.
It was then Ducky’s words of previous weekend back to him with perfect clarity;
“You look very handsome my dear, that particular shade of grey really enhances your eyes.”
Doing his best to conceal a smile Ducky decided it would be prudent to compliment a wider range of his lover’s apparel.
AUTHOR: Sage Harper
FANDOM: NCIS
PAIRING: Gibbs/Ducky
GENRE: Slash
PROMPT: Special
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 253
SUMMARY: "Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."
WARNINGS: n/a
NOTES: n/a
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, just borrowing.
He was going to have to intervene.
It had been a week now, at least, if his estimation was correct, which was long enough. All the children had noticed, even Jimmy had commented on the matter and he was not one for noticing the apparel of anyone male or still alive.
Ducky knew he shouldn’t care what other people thought, and with regards himself he honestly didn’t. But he would never want for anyone to think badly of Jethro. Which it seemed they might start to; saying he only had one shirt, the implication he was a stop out or a hobo. Intrusive speculation as to his private life. That eventually he would end up smelling rather like a tramp if this continued.
So Ducky hatched a plan; that night, while Jethro was sleeping soundly, Ducky crept out of bed, plucked the discarded shirt from the hallway floor and tucked it into his medical bag so he could take it home and wash it the next day. Problem solved, or so he thought.
Then next day Gibbs came into work wearing an identical shirt. Prompting Tony to asked; “Your washer broken, Boss?” and was rewarded with a head slap for his trouble.
It was then Ducky’s words of previous weekend back to him with perfect clarity;
“You look very handsome my dear, that particular shade of grey really enhances your eyes.”
Doing his best to conceal a smile Ducky decided it would be prudent to compliment a wider range of his lover’s apparel.