Because you asked (and because, yes, still in my head)spring_1970February 13 2009, 12:07:44 UTC
"You are a creature of habit, Mr. Gibbs," Tony chuckled softly, his body finally beginning to cool after the dance and the room of people.
"I am?"
Tony turned his head to see Gibbs looking at him, the look on Gibbs' face something he'd seen more in the last year but still could not define. It was a look that caused Tony some consternation.
And a small shiver of something else he could not name. And something he would not dwell on.
Tony swallowed a quick sip of wine. "Yes, you are. Breakfast is always at 7:15, with the menu changing each fortnight but coffee always being on offer. You only serve tea when others are there."
Gibbs nodded for Tony to continue.
"You complete your household review after breakfast and will work on it for one hour, no more, no less. Then!" Tony smiled. "Well, here your day becomes a bit more challenging."
"Challenging?"
Tony laughed, "Yes, challenging. On Monday and Wednesday, you often fence with dear Mr. Mallard and stay there through luncheon. Although," Tony gave him a look under his lashes, "If you are, perhaps, in a pre-engagement period..."
"They were *not* engagements."
Tony grinned, not the bit intimidated. "A pre-engagement period, you will fence with Mr. Mallard and then come back to your home to prepare yourself for luncheon either in town or at the young lady's home." The slight narrowing of Gibbs' eyes did not deter Tony but did make him add, mischeviously, "Always invited, of course."
Gibbs growled, "Of course."
"Your Tuesday and Thursday and, dare I say it? Friday mornings are the same as your Monday and Friday. Instead of fencing, however, you take your horse and survey the lands, rain or shine. The only deviation is if it raining too hard and the ground too soft for your horse to hold his gate. Inevitably, you end up at our estate for tea on Tuesdays and Fridays."
Tony frowned into his wine. "I don't know where you luncheon on those days, however. I think when on horse, you take food as you survey. Hm, don't like not knowing that..."
Gibbs stepped closer, "You like knowing my schedule, Tony?"
Tony's head popped up, his eyes held by Gibbs. "I, well. I. It's not a matter of 'liking,' Mr. Gibbs. I've known you for, well, almost all of my life. I know your schedule." I know you. That thought made Tony frown slightly, in realization.
"I am?"
Tony turned his head to see Gibbs looking at him, the look on Gibbs' face something he'd seen more in the last year but still could not define. It was a look that caused Tony some consternation.
And a small shiver of something else he could not name. And something he would not dwell on.
Tony swallowed a quick sip of wine. "Yes, you are. Breakfast is always at 7:15, with the menu changing each fortnight but coffee always being on offer. You only serve tea when others are there."
Gibbs nodded for Tony to continue.
"You complete your household review after breakfast and will work on it for one hour, no more, no less. Then!" Tony smiled. "Well, here your day becomes a bit more challenging."
"Challenging?"
Tony laughed, "Yes, challenging. On Monday and Wednesday, you often fence with dear Mr. Mallard and stay there through luncheon. Although," Tony gave him a look under his lashes, "If you are, perhaps, in a pre-engagement period..."
"They were *not* engagements."
Tony grinned, not the bit intimidated. "A pre-engagement period, you will fence with Mr. Mallard and then come back to your home to prepare yourself for luncheon either in town or at the young lady's home." The slight narrowing of Gibbs' eyes did not deter Tony but did make him add, mischeviously, "Always invited, of course."
Gibbs growled, "Of course."
"Your Tuesday and Thursday and, dare I say it? Friday mornings are the same as your Monday and Friday. Instead of fencing, however, you take your horse and survey the lands, rain or shine. The only deviation is if it raining too hard and the ground too soft for your horse to hold his gate. Inevitably, you end up at our estate for tea on Tuesdays and Fridays."
Tony frowned into his wine. "I don't know where you luncheon on those days, however. I think when on horse, you take food as you survey. Hm, don't like not knowing that..."
Gibbs stepped closer, "You like knowing my schedule, Tony?"
Tony's head popped up, his eyes held by Gibbs. "I, well. I. It's not a matter of 'liking,' Mr. Gibbs. I've known you for, well, almost all of my life. I know your schedule." I know you. That thought made Tony frown slightly, in realization.
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