A/N: Hooray! The ninth in the series! This follows directly after Sicko, as you can probably tell. Anyway, I'll probably stop at ten, move on to writing a new Tate series, hope you enjoy! Thanks goes to Smackalicious, my beta reader!
That night they fell asleep on the couch together. It might have been awkward if it was anyone but Tony, but with him it was comfortable, sharing their body warmth. She felt his strong arms around her, loving and soothing. His breath was warm on the back of her neck, as she enjoyed that peaceful moment between being awake and being asleep.
As she knew it would, though, the moment didn't last, and soon she was wide awake. Ignoring how her whole body seemed to ache, she got up, careful not to disturb the still sleeping Tony. She watched his chest rising and falling, and the faintest shadow of her favorite smile on his lips. She stared for a moment, before looking at the clock on the wall.
Crap, she thought, they had to be at work in twenty. They, assuming that Tony had his voice back. Sighing, she threw a pillow at him, and watched as he jerked awake.
"Oh, hey," he said. "Looks like I'm better, all thanks to your soup." He yawned and stood up. Kate opened her mouth to reply, but found that she couldn't make any words come out. Tony noticed her realization and tried to hold back a laugh.
"That's what you get for calling me sicko," he said, before heading for his bedroom. "I've gotta get ready for work, but I'll be sure to tell Gibbs you won't be coming in today." Kate sighed and shook her head, hardly able to believe he had gotten her sick. Tony reappeared, now fully dressed, and gave her a quick kiss before heading for the door.
"You're welcome to hang out here," he said, flashing a cross between that charming Number 50 and the playful Number 27, The "Gotta love karma" smile, before shutting the door behind him.
Kate sighed and flopped back down on his couch. If it wasn't for that
smile, she wasn't sure how she'd put up with
him.