tejas, if you're cool with this, I may expand for V day fic.
Gibbs rested his hand on the small of Tony’s back, barely resisting the urge to caress the solid muscles at the small of his lover’s back, just above where his ass curved out. He’d referred to it as a bubble butt, but words didn’t matter. It was a perfect handful.
He gulped back a growl, hyper aware that they had mics and camera surveillance on him.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, gentlemen. Do you have a reservation?” The young woman at the desk gave them a bright smile and Gibbs nodded, giving his undercover name. He kept his hand on Tony’s back as they were led to a table, and he came around, holding the chair out for the other man.
He leaned in close, letting his breath ghost over Tony’s neck. They were stuck working on the most romantic of nights, as a pair of very devoted lovers, and every word was being broadcast to the control center outside, to McGee and Kate. Gibbs couldn’t say a damn word about what he really felt, not that words ever came easy to him. But it would have been nice to have had the privacy. This was the first Valentine’s Day after Tony’d almost died from the plague, after Ari had almost gunned down his agents on a rooftop, and Gibbs had wanted—needed—to connect with his lover.
Tony settled into his seat and picked up his menu and Gibbs sat across from him, jerking when Tony’s foot brushed over his. He arched an eyebrow and Tony gave him a secretive smile.
“Jack, look at this,” Tony said, spinning his menu around. Gibbs followed his lover’s other hand, smiling when Tony moved his fingers into the “I love you.” sign. If the team picked up on it, they wouldn’t say anything, and yet, Tony was telling Gibbs exactly how he felt.
Gibbs slipped his foot out of his shoe and stroked over Tony’s calf, sending his own unspoken communication back. This assignment wouldn’t be easy, but they’d make the most of it.
Unspoken Communication (prompt 1)
Gibbs rested his hand on the small of Tony’s back, barely resisting the urge to caress the solid muscles at the small of his lover’s back, just above where his ass curved out. He’d referred to it as a bubble butt, but words didn’t matter. It was a perfect handful.
He gulped back a growl, hyper aware that they had mics and camera surveillance on him.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, gentlemen. Do you have a reservation?” The young woman at the desk gave them a bright smile and Gibbs nodded, giving his undercover name. He kept his hand on Tony’s back as they were led to a table, and he came around, holding the chair out for the other man.
He leaned in close, letting his breath ghost over Tony’s neck. They were stuck working on the most romantic of nights, as a pair of very devoted lovers, and every word was being broadcast to the control center outside, to McGee and Kate. Gibbs couldn’t say a damn word about what he really felt, not that words ever came easy to him. But it would have been nice to have had the privacy. This was the first Valentine’s Day after Tony’d almost died from the plague, after Ari had almost gunned down his agents on a rooftop, and Gibbs had wanted—needed—to connect with his lover.
Tony settled into his seat and picked up his menu and Gibbs sat across from him, jerking when Tony’s foot brushed over his. He arched an eyebrow and Tony gave him a secretive smile.
“Jack, look at this,” Tony said, spinning his menu around. Gibbs followed his lover’s other hand, smiling when Tony moved his fingers into the “I love you.” sign. If the team picked up on it, they wouldn’t say anything, and yet, Tony was telling Gibbs exactly how he felt.
Gibbs slipped his foot out of his shoe and stroked over Tony’s calf, sending his own unspoken communication back. This assignment wouldn’t be easy, but they’d make the most of it.
With unspoken communication.