Ice Cream and Sympathy
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I just play with them.
Summary: Sequel to The Lesson. Tony comforts Kate after Gibbs disciplines her, with a story about his own experience of their boss's displeasure. Warning: spanking of adult. Don't like? Don't read.
A/N: This is a sequel to my story The Lesson, in which Gibbs spanks Kate for disobeying his orders. You don't have to read that first for this to make sense, but I think it works better if you do.
Warning: this story contains the non-sexual spanking of an adult. If you are not comfortable with that, click on that 'back' button now. You've been warned.
Kate groaned with annoyance when her doorbell rang. She was stretched out on her bed, her face cradled in her arms. The painkiller that Ducky had given her had done its job, mostly, but had also made her rather groggy and she was wondering if going to sleep at 8pm on a Friday was too unreasonable. She was definitely not in the mood for company.
She had just decided to ignore the door when the bell chimed again. And again. And again. The impatient, rapid stabbing at the buzzer was too much to ignore so she dragged herself upright, carefully resisting the instinct to roll over and sit up. Tugging the Notre Dame T-shirt that she'd stolen from an old boyfriend farther down over the flannel sleep-pants she was wearing, she padded barefoot to the door and opened it a crack, leaving the chain in place.
'C'mon, Kate, let me in.'
'Tony, what do you want?'
'I brought ice-cream. Let me in before it melts.'
'Not tonight, ok?' She started to shut the door.
'Kate. We really should talk. Trust me.'
Sighing deeply, Kate shut the door and removed the chain. Sure she was going to end up regretting it later, she let Tony in. He waved the pint of chocolate ice-cream at her and bee-lined for her kitchen, grabbing two bowls from a cabinet and liberating spoons from the draining board next to the sink. He joined her back in the living room and deposited everything on the low coffee table. Kate hovered uncertainly, not wanting to sit down but feeling awkward about standing up. Tony parked himself cross-legged on the floor between the couch and the table and tossed a throw-pillow onto the floor opposite him.
He started scooping ice-cream into the bowls while suggesting, 'Try kneeling. I always find it the most comfortable option for eating after one of Gibbs's reprimands.'
He smirked at her surprised expression.
'You mean, you've... I mean, he...'
Handing her a bowl of ice-cream, he gestured at the cushion and said, 'Kate, let me tell you a story.'