Fic: How Wonderful Life Is rated G, Tony/Tim
Pretty much just fluff. Inspired by Elton John's Your Song, and my desire to write something uber-fluffy and Tony/Tim. This thing makes ME cringe it's so, just, yeah. But I loved it because it's exactly what I was going for :)
Just a little dancing at Breena and Jimmy's wedding, hardly any dialogue.
NCIS does not belong to me. I wish it did, but I guess I will have to be okay with my boxsets.
The speeches were finished. Breena’s father Ed had expressed his delight, finally, at his daughter meeting the man of her dreams, and the groom had side-eyed his NCIS friends knowingly. Then Ducky as Best Man spoke, describing the happiness he felt for his assistant as he moved into this next phase of life with the woman he loved, wishing them best in his particularly colorful way. Of course, when the emcee of the celebration offered up the microphone, no amount of under-the-table-hand-holding by McGee could prevent Tony from springing to his feet and almost running for it, much to everyone, save Palmer’s, chagrin.
After nearly ten minutes of Tony leading the crowd in chants of support for the newlyweds, jokes about autopsies and embalming and how those might come in handy somewhere down the road (wink-wink), and at least one dinner roll chucked at him by Jimmy, he relinquished the mic and again took his seat next to McGee. Gibbs just looked at him blandly as Ziva shook her head and Abby gave him the thumbs up. He avoided looking at Tim, and had to stifle the groan when his hand was grabbed under the table and squeezed tightly. He could feel the glare the other man was shooting at him but chose to ignore it and instead watch the newlyweds as they danced their first dance as a married couple.
Soon it was time for father and daughter to dance, and then mother and son, and Tony could hear Abby sniffling from the other side of the table. He snuck a glance at his boss when the bride and her father were the center of attention, and felt a tightening in his heart when he saw the look on Gibbs’ face.
That didn’t last long though, once Tony remembered what was coming. The anxiety in his gut took hold as he watched Jimmy and Breena turn across the dance floor. He’d been psyching himself up for what was about to happen since the night before. The rehearsal party had been fun, even after a tipsy Breena had cornered him at the restaurant and given him her orders. He’d tried to demure, telling her that today was about her and Palmer, but she’d been firm. “Tomorrow’s about love, and I’m not the only one lucky enough to find the one I want to be with. Besides, just imagine the look on his face!”
The familiar tune started then, and Tony watched Jimmy and Breena return to the center of attention for a moment, while the emcee announced the newlyweds’ wishes that the other couples in attendance join them. He caught the encouraging grin the bride sent his way, and his heart started beating a little harder. Turning back to the table he saw both Ziva and Abby were looking at him expectantly; he wasn’t going to get out of this easily, which, in all honesty, was okay with him.
So with a quick drink from his beer, and a glance around the table again, Tony stood up, holding on tightly as Tim tried to let go of his hand. “Nope, come on, McTim, let’s go.”
Tim stared up at him for a moment, hands hanging between them, his big green eyes wide with shock. Tony watched as his partner tried to say something, anything that might change his mind. And then he heard, “Get out there, McGee. That’s an order.”
Both men jerked their heads around, staring at Gibbs who was pointedly not looking at them. If Tony didn’t know that voice by heart, he might have been convinced the man hadn’t spoken. But the grin on Gibbs’ face eased Tony’s anxiety more than any amount of alcohol could have, and he started tugging on Tim’s hand. “Come on, I love this song. And Elton might be disappointed if we don’t get up there.”
McGee frowned up at him but allowed Tony to pull him to his feet and out on to the dance floor. Spinning them around carefully, Tony arranged their bodies, wrapping his arm around Tim’s back and grasping Tim’s left hand in his right, pulling him closer until an arm slid nervously around him. They stood face to face for a moment, their noses nearly touching, until Tony started swaying gently, starting to lead his partner in a slow, directionless dance.
They’d joked about this only a week earlier, the day after the bachelor party while Tony nursed a hangover. McGee had nixed the idea of dancing at the wedding, and he’d thought Tony had agreed with him. Tim had pointed out he wasn’t much of a dancer, and neither of them were overly fond of public displays of affection. Plus it wasn’t like they never did it; Tony had made a habit out of pulling him close and forcing him to move along with whatever music might be playing, be it light jazz or the James Bond theme or whatever song Tony’d had stuck in his head all day.
And Tim enjoyed that, the hum of Tony’s voice in his ear, the warmth of that body against his own. He loved the bubble Tony was so talented at creating around them, even in the privacy of their home, and on more than one occasion the elevator at work or the backroom of Abby’s lab. Within moments it could make up for a particularly stressful day or one spent apart.
Tony was again building that bubble where for a few minutes only the two of them would exist. The side of Tony’s face was tight against his, their hands clasped between them and resting over Tim’s heart. Tim caught a glimpse of Breena and Jimmy through the other couples on the floor, and saw that they too were in their own little world where Elton John was singing for only them. So Tim gave in, and let go.
He closed his eyes, letting Tony’s warmth seep into his body, and listened as the man started mumbling along with the song. He forgot about all of the people around them, even the friends sitting not far off looking on happily, one of them smiling giddily as her companions watched contentedly. His focus was solely on the universe swirling around he and Tony, the love he felt whenever Tony was near. They’d waited so long, too long, for this, so maybe dancing in front of a bunch of strangers and members of their own funny little dysfunctional family was okay.
The song was coming to its end. Tony held Tim tighter and turned his mouth towards his ear, his breath moving across Tim’s skin as they got as close as they could with the interference of their tuxes. For that moment, they were completely alone and in their own little heaven that they’d created together. Tony let his lips brush the shell of Tim’s ear as he sang the last line, letting Elton’s song say what they both felt in their hearts.
“How wonderful life is, now you’re in the world.”
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Just a little dancing at Breena and Jimmy's wedding, hardly any dialogue.
NCIS does not belong to me. I wish it did, but I guess I will have to be okay with my boxsets.
The speeches were finished. Breena’s father Ed had expressed his delight, finally, at his daughter meeting the man of her dreams, and the groom had side-eyed his NCIS friends knowingly. Then Ducky as Best Man spoke, describing the happiness he felt for his assistant as he moved into this next phase of life with the woman he loved, wishing them best in his particularly colorful way. Of course, when the emcee of the celebration offered up the microphone, no amount of under-the-table-hand-holding by McGee could prevent Tony from springing to his feet and almost running for it, much to everyone, save Palmer’s, chagrin.
After nearly ten minutes of Tony leading the crowd in chants of support for the newlyweds, jokes about autopsies and embalming and how those might come in handy somewhere down the road (wink-wink), and at least one dinner roll chucked at him by Jimmy, he relinquished the mic and again took his seat next to McGee. Gibbs just looked at him blandly as Ziva shook her head and Abby gave him the thumbs up. He avoided looking at Tim, and had to stifle the groan when his hand was grabbed under the table and squeezed tightly. He could feel the glare the other man was shooting at him but chose to ignore it and instead watch the newlyweds as they danced their first dance as a married couple.
Soon it was time for father and daughter to dance, and then mother and son, and Tony could hear Abby sniffling from the other side of the table. He snuck a glance at his boss when the bride and her father were the center of attention, and felt a tightening in his heart when he saw the look on Gibbs’ face.
That didn’t last long though, once Tony remembered what was coming. The anxiety in his gut took hold as he watched Jimmy and Breena turn across the dance floor. He’d been psyching himself up for what was about to happen since the night before. The rehearsal party had been fun, even after a tipsy Breena had cornered him at the restaurant and given him her orders. He’d tried to demure, telling her that today was about her and Palmer, but she’d been firm. “Tomorrow’s about love, and I’m not the only one lucky enough to find the one I want to be with. Besides, just imagine the look on his face!”
The familiar tune started then, and Tony watched Jimmy and Breena return to the center of attention for a moment, while the emcee announced the newlyweds’ wishes that the other couples in attendance join them. He caught the encouraging grin the bride sent his way, and his heart started beating a little harder. Turning back to the table he saw both Ziva and Abby were looking at him expectantly; he wasn’t going to get out of this easily, which, in all honesty, was okay with him.
So with a quick drink from his beer, and a glance around the table again, Tony stood up, holding on tightly as Tim tried to let go of his hand. “Nope, come on, McTim, let’s go.”
Tim stared up at him for a moment, hands hanging between them, his big green eyes wide with shock. Tony watched as his partner tried to say something, anything that might change his mind. And then he heard, “Get out there, McGee. That’s an order.”
Both men jerked their heads around, staring at Gibbs who was pointedly not looking at them. If Tony didn’t know that voice by heart, he might have been convinced the man hadn’t spoken. But the grin on Gibbs’ face eased Tony’s anxiety more than any amount of alcohol could have, and he started tugging on Tim’s hand. “Come on, I love this song. And Elton might be disappointed if we don’t get up there.”
McGee frowned up at him but allowed Tony to pull him to his feet and out on to the dance floor. Spinning them around carefully, Tony arranged their bodies, wrapping his arm around Tim’s back and grasping Tim’s left hand in his right, pulling him closer until an arm slid nervously around him. They stood face to face for a moment, their noses nearly touching, until Tony started swaying gently, starting to lead his partner in a slow, directionless dance.
They’d joked about this only a week earlier, the day after the bachelor party while Tony nursed a hangover. McGee had nixed the idea of dancing at the wedding, and he’d thought Tony had agreed with him. Tim had pointed out he wasn’t much of a dancer, and neither of them were overly fond of public displays of affection. Plus it wasn’t like they never did it; Tony had made a habit out of pulling him close and forcing him to move along with whatever music might be playing, be it light jazz or the James Bond theme or whatever song Tony’d had stuck in his head all day.
And Tim enjoyed that, the hum of Tony’s voice in his ear, the warmth of that body against his own. He loved the bubble Tony was so talented at creating around them, even in the privacy of their home, and on more than one occasion the elevator at work or the backroom of Abby’s lab. Within moments it could make up for a particularly stressful day or one spent apart.
Tony was again building that bubble where for a few minutes only the two of them would exist. The side of Tony’s face was tight against his, their hands clasped between them and resting over Tim’s heart. Tim caught a glimpse of Breena and Jimmy through the other couples on the floor, and saw that they too were in their own little world where Elton John was singing for only them. So Tim gave in, and let go.
He closed his eyes, letting Tony’s warmth seep into his body, and listened as the man started mumbling along with the song. He forgot about all of the people around them, even the friends sitting not far off looking on happily, one of them smiling giddily as her companions watched contentedly. His focus was solely on the universe swirling around he and Tony, the love he felt whenever Tony was near. They’d waited so long, too long, for this, so maybe dancing in front of a bunch of strangers and members of their own funny little dysfunctional family was okay.
The song was coming to its end. Tony held Tim tighter and turned his mouth towards his ear, his breath moving across Tim’s skin as they got as close as they could with the interference of their tuxes. For that moment, they were completely alone and in their own little heaven that they’d created together. Tony let his lips brush the shell of Tim’s ear as he sang the last line, letting Elton’s song say what they both felt in their hearts.
“How wonderful life is, now you’re in the world.”
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