Fic: 'Tis the Season, Jenny/Tony (6/8)
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 :
: Fireworks :
: Orchids :
: Fools :
Hatching
I didn’t realise people actually celebrated this holiday. Well people over the age of six that is. Of course I know the story behind the three day vacation; you don’t go to Catholic school for five years without picking up some of the teachings. But still. I didn’t expect Tony’s family to take it so seriously. They don’t even have any young children to spoil with chocolate.
I can’t believe I’m standing in a church singing hymns and watching as the Priest recounts “our lord’s” resurrection. I haven’t been in a church since I became old enough to rebel against my parents. Obviously Tony hasn’t reached that point yet, because he looks like he’s falling asleep. I wonder how high he’ll jump when I elbow him. No matter how nervous I am to meet his family, I am not letting him sleep through this, not if I have to be here.
Apparently he can jump higher than I thought. That was at least a foot in the air.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Ever since we got here I’ve been quieter than usual. He’s noticed I know he has, but I can’t explain it to him. I can’t explain it to myself. Why does it matter so much that his aunt and uncle accept me? Surely I am just the latest in a line of woman he’s brought for their approval through the years. That actually hurt to think. Something is definitely wrong with me. I thought this was just supposed to be an attraction. Can I really allow this to happen?
If the tingles coming up my arm from where his hand is now entwined with mine is any indication, then it’s a bit late to ask that isn’t it Jen? Maybe I should wonder why I’ve given into this so easily. Maybe old age is kicking in, making my brain slower than it used to be. Or maybe it’s that silly grin of his that’s turned me into this pathetic love sick woman. I didn’t think love. No. I didn’t.
Oh no, his Uncle’s approaching. He’s sterner than his photograph suggested. His wife doesn’t look much softer. I can do this, I’m the Director of NCIS for Go…pity’s sake.
Oh that’s so sweet. He actually hugged Tony. Maybe he won’t be so bad after all. His sharp eyes are boring into me. Then again, maybe he is that bad. Deep breath Jenny.
I hold out my hand and begin to introduce myself but Tony’s wrapped his arm around my waist and his words cut off my own before they even leave my throat.
“Uncle Joe, Aunt Sarah, this is Jenny.”
Such a short introduction, but recognition passes before both their eyes. Does this mean Tony’s already told them about me? I need to get better control over my heart, it’s going to crack out of my chest at this rate. Uncle Joe is reaching out for my hand, but he’s not shaking it instead I’m being pulled forward.
Well, I hadn’t expected that. A full hug on the first meeting. First? Dare I hope? Aunt Sarah is smiling at me. She almost has Tony’s smile, and she’s wrapping her own arm around that of her husbands. Tony’s hand sneaks back around my waist to rest on my hip and I know I’m smiling again as we follow his family to the cars. Before we reach them though, he pulls me off the gravel path towards a small forest of trees. There’s a smirk to his smile now.
“Come on, there’s something I really want to show you.”
: tbc :
reviews are like evergreens; they stay the same all year round.
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 :
: Fireworks :
: Orchids :
: Fools :
Hatching
I didn’t realise people actually celebrated this holiday. Well people over the age of six that is. Of course I know the story behind the three day vacation; you don’t go to Catholic school for five years without picking up some of the teachings. But still. I didn’t expect Tony’s family to take it so seriously. They don’t even have any young children to spoil with chocolate.
I can’t believe I’m standing in a church singing hymns and watching as the Priest recounts “our lord’s” resurrection. I haven’t been in a church since I became old enough to rebel against my parents. Obviously Tony hasn’t reached that point yet, because he looks like he’s falling asleep. I wonder how high he’ll jump when I elbow him. No matter how nervous I am to meet his family, I am not letting him sleep through this, not if I have to be here.
Apparently he can jump higher than I thought. That was at least a foot in the air.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Ever since we got here I’ve been quieter than usual. He’s noticed I know he has, but I can’t explain it to him. I can’t explain it to myself. Why does it matter so much that his aunt and uncle accept me? Surely I am just the latest in a line of woman he’s brought for their approval through the years. That actually hurt to think. Something is definitely wrong with me. I thought this was just supposed to be an attraction. Can I really allow this to happen?
If the tingles coming up my arm from where his hand is now entwined with mine is any indication, then it’s a bit late to ask that isn’t it Jen? Maybe I should wonder why I’ve given into this so easily. Maybe old age is kicking in, making my brain slower than it used to be. Or maybe it’s that silly grin of his that’s turned me into this pathetic love sick woman. I didn’t think love. No. I didn’t.
Oh no, his Uncle’s approaching. He’s sterner than his photograph suggested. His wife doesn’t look much softer. I can do this, I’m the Director of NCIS for Go…pity’s sake.
Oh that’s so sweet. He actually hugged Tony. Maybe he won’t be so bad after all. His sharp eyes are boring into me. Then again, maybe he is that bad. Deep breath Jenny.
I hold out my hand and begin to introduce myself but Tony’s wrapped his arm around my waist and his words cut off my own before they even leave my throat.
“Uncle Joe, Aunt Sarah, this is Jenny.”
Such a short introduction, but recognition passes before both their eyes. Does this mean Tony’s already told them about me? I need to get better control over my heart, it’s going to crack out of my chest at this rate. Uncle Joe is reaching out for my hand, but he’s not shaking it instead I’m being pulled forward.
Well, I hadn’t expected that. A full hug on the first meeting. First? Dare I hope? Aunt Sarah is smiling at me. She almost has Tony’s smile, and she’s wrapping her own arm around that of her husbands. Tony’s hand sneaks back around my waist to rest on my hip and I know I’m smiling again as we follow his family to the cars. Before we reach them though, he pulls me off the gravel path towards a small forest of trees. There’s a smirk to his smile now.
“Come on, there’s something I really want to show you.”
: tbc :
reviews are like evergreens; they stay the same all year round.