Fic: 'Tis the Season, Jenny/Tony (2/8)
Title: 'Tis the Season
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jenny Sheppard/Tony Di Nozzo
Genre: Humor/Romance
Summary: A collection of Holiday drabbles spanning from Halloween to Independance day.
Just what are Tony and Jen thinking?
Total Length: 5,000+ words
Status: Complete
: Devil Horns :
Mistletoe
I’m trying to concentrate. Really I am, but every time I start reading this report, I think of that plant, and I can’t help but look at it. I still don’t know who placed it there. Surely none of Jethro’s team could have done it, they’re not brave enough. Well, Ziva is, but she’s been here less and less these past weeks. Finally accepted in the group I think, it’s good, she needed that.
So if it wasn’t Ziva, really only Cynthia could have done it, but why? That’s the real question isn’t it? No, perhaps the real question is why I haven't taken it down.
Shouldn’t I feel at least some annoyance that someone felt they could place it there; in my office? I don’t suppose it matters much. Surely no one will disturb me today, the eve of Christmas, few are going to want any more work, too much chance that they’ll be forced to come in tomorrow. I wouldn’t be that mean would I? Oh of course I could be, if I wanted to, but I’m feeling too much in the spirit to do that. Perhaps that’s what the mistletoe intended.
Still, whoever placed it there must have expected someone to enter, and that they would be compelled to follow the tradition. There’s not many in the building that would fit that description. Even fewer that I would feel worth pointing out the mistletoe too. I mean there is someone, but it’s just not right to think that way. I’m his boss, besides that there are hundreds of reasons that even a traditional kiss would be wrong and unacceptable. I should forget all about the blasted plant and focus on work.
But I wonder…what would it be like if he walked through the door now? One little subtle look above his head, and he’d look too. Maybe he’s eyes would flash between mine and the symbol of love at Christmas. I’d…well, really I suppose I would have to laugh it off, tell him to stop wasting time. But then, this is my fantasy, so maybe, I would smile, stand up to greet him. He’d beckon to me with that smile of his, a lift of his eyebrow, and of course I’d go to him.
His lips would taste like hazelnut, and a touch of Abby’s gingerbread skulls. They’d be soft, supple; his arms would slide around my waist, strong hands resting just there, on my hip and the dip of my spine. He’d pull me closer, I’d reach up, fingers carding through his thick hair and my mouth would surrender under the ministrations of his tongue.
The world outside my office would disappear, nothing beyond the two of us and the mistletoe would exist for those few precious moments. Slowly he’d pull back, a smile in his eyes, as he ran a hand through my hair. There wouldn’t be words, we’d simply separate and I’d move back to my desk, he’d sit in front of it, and tell me what it was that brought him up here to me.
I don’t really have time for fantasies; not if I want to spend Christmas away from here. I really should concentrate. But someone’s knocking on my door, and I can’t help but look up. I’m smiling, I know I am, and I don’t care, it’s Christmas Eve after all. Anything could happen.
“Come in.”
: tbc :
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