Moans and groans weren't really all that uncommon to hear in my house, but usually I was participating in the activity causing them, so when I walked in the front door and heard the noise coming from my living room, I was a bit confused. All I could think of was the time when I came back from Mexico to find my realtor and her boyfriend having sex in the kitchen, so I drew my gun and crept around the corner.
The first thing I noticed was that the couch was occupied by only one person, and he'd certainly been up to worse there, with me. Tony was writhing face-down on the couch, still wearing his suit from work, eyes closed, back arched, moaning, and with one hand stretched over his head holding...
That damn back scratcher. I holstered my gun and sighed loudly, which alerted him to my presence finally. "Hey, Gibbs," he said. "What's for dinner?"
I rolled my eyes. "You ever going to put that down again?"
"Never!" His offended look quickly disappeared as he hit another itchy spot. "Ohhh, God..."
The doorbell rang, interrupting his moment. "Go get it," I said, shoving his feet off the couch and sitting down. "Your turn to pay."
When he returned a few minutes later with our Chinese, he was struggling to hold onto the boxes and the stupid backscratcher. I rescued my food just before it could hit the floor and tried to take the damn thing out of his hands. He seemed more concerned with holding onto it than his food, so after I saved his food (or really, saved my food from being stolen to replace his food), I gave up trying to wrestle it away from him.
"Jesus, Tony, you can't possibly hold onto it at every moment for the rest of your life."
"Oh yeah? Watch me." With that, he began to eat left-handed just to keep it out of my reach. "It's mine, Gibbs. Mine and mine alone. MY OWN."
"Your precious?"
"Yessss. My preciousssss." He clutched the scratcher to his chest. "Looky no touchy." I hoped he had done the Gollum impression on purpose.
I reached out and scratched his scalp with my fingers. "Just think of all the fun you could have if you let me use that and those handcuffs..."
He looked at me distrustfully. "Fun?"
"Fun," I clarified. "Cuffed, blindfolded, being scratched all over? Hedonist's wet dream."
Tony hesitated, then nodded. "Still mine, but you can borrow it for that. Maybe... our precious?"
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Minor Spoilers for 6x21 (Toxic) and 3x23-24 (Haitus pts. 1&2)
Date: 2009-04-13 07:17 pm (UTC)The first thing I noticed was that the couch was occupied by only one person, and he'd certainly been up to worse there, with me. Tony was writhing face-down on the couch, still wearing his suit from work, eyes closed, back arched, moaning, and with one hand stretched over his head holding...
That damn back scratcher. I holstered my gun and sighed loudly, which alerted him to my presence finally. "Hey, Gibbs," he said. "What's for dinner?"
I rolled my eyes. "You ever going to put that down again?"
"Never!" His offended look quickly disappeared as he hit another itchy spot. "Ohhh, God..."
The doorbell rang, interrupting his moment. "Go get it," I said, shoving his feet off the couch and sitting down. "Your turn to pay."
When he returned a few minutes later with our Chinese, he was struggling to hold onto the boxes and the stupid backscratcher. I rescued my food just before it could hit the floor and tried to take the damn thing out of his hands. He seemed more concerned with holding onto it than his food, so after I saved his food (or really, saved my food from being stolen to replace his food), I gave up trying to wrestle it away from him.
"Jesus, Tony, you can't possibly hold onto it at every moment for the rest of your life."
"Oh yeah? Watch me." With that, he began to eat left-handed just to keep it out of my reach. "It's mine, Gibbs. Mine and mine alone. MY OWN."
"Your precious?"
"Yessss. My preciousssss." He clutched the scratcher to his chest. "Looky no touchy." I hoped he had done the Gollum impression on purpose.
I reached out and scratched his scalp with my fingers. "Just think of all the fun you could have if you let me use that and those handcuffs..."
He looked at me distrustfully. "Fun?"
"Fun," I clarified. "Cuffed, blindfolded, being scratched all over? Hedonist's wet dream."
Tony hesitated, then nodded. "Still mine, but you can borrow it for that. Maybe... our precious?"