belladonna_sw (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} belladonna_sw) wrote,@ 2007-11-23 21:22:00 |
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| Current location: | le cave |
| Current mood: |  creative |
| Current music: | cnn |
| Entry tags: | gibb/tony, ncis, slash |
newfic-Tony's Book NCIS
Title: Tony's Book-written for the challenge on LJ, which was the word 'Book'
Author: Belladonna
Email: Belladonnaf66@ yahoo.com
Website:no
Permission to archive: yes
Fandom(s): NCIS
Genre (slash)
Pairing/Characters: Gibbs/Tony
Rating:FRM
Summary: We learn about Tony's Little Black Book
Warnings:um, it's ~slash~
Notes: I wrote this for CapeCodGirl, who is even now enduring the remnants of Hurricane Noel
Acknowledgments: All of you lovely listsibs
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Author: Belladonna
Email: Belladonnaf66@ yahoo.com
Website:no
Permission to archive: yes
Fandom(s): NCIS
Genre (slash)
Pairing/Characters: Gibbs/Tony
Rating:FRM
Summary: We learn about Tony's Little Black Book
Warnings:um, it's ~slash~
Notes: I wrote this for CapeCodGirl, who is even now enduring the remnants of Hurricane Noel
Acknowledgments: All of you lovely listsibs
~*~
Tony reaches into the back of the bedside table drawer and his fingers hit on something. He pulls it out and has to ride the wave of nostalgia.
It’s his little black book.
Inside are the numbers of women, beautiful women, brunettes, blondes-both real and artificial (including their breasts), and even red-heads enough that Gibbs would approve.
“What’s that?”
Tony jerks in surprise and glances over his shoulder, having to smile at the sleepy eyed, silver haired ~man~ that’s sharing his bed. “I thought you were sleeping.”
“I was but your thinkin’ woke me up,” Jethro says gruffly, stretching and scratching his chest in a thoroughly distracting fashion. It kinda makes Tony want to drool.
“So, what is that?” his lover reiterates somewhat impatiently.
Tony smiles as he looks back down at the book. “It’s nothing,” he says honestly, and lets it drop into the wastebasket beside the bed. It wasn’t like he’d ever need it again anyway.
“C’mere.” A strong arm snakes around his waist and pulled him tight against a flat and furry chest, and Tony closes his eyes and smiles, because none of the women had this kind hold on his heart the way that the ex-Marine behind him does.
~fin
