Ships in the Night - Part 4
"Probie,"Tony began, only to flounder again and continue stating between her and the gap in her door -she knew he didn't stand a chance of seeing into her living room - well, maybe if he figured out how to make his eyes pop out of his head and still work.
"Love," the voice continued at her back.
She was going to kill James.
Tim couldn't help but tense slightly as she felt a still damp frame - muscular and oh so firm - press against her back. She felt her pajama top cling to her skin damply in the places where he had pressed against her for a moment and then readjusted his position to press more firmly against her. Damn it! He was shirtless. And he was doing this on purpose. Thanks to the look of utter amazement and almost horror on Tony's face she allowed herself to enjoy the situation for a split second and then thought of all the endless questioning and remarks she would receive upon entering work the next morning. Not so much fun. And, as she had never known Tony to let go of something until he had flogged it to death twice over, she knew she was in for a life of misery for at least a fortnight.
She felt an arm snake around her waist, stopping her from moving anywhere - not that she would have done. With James at the back of her and Tony at the front there was no where for her to go but through a wall and though that was tempting under the current situation she knew she was not a mutant and would only receive a broken nose for her trouble.
"Hello there," she could feel the rumble of James' voice through her back, and every breath he took.
Just what was he playing at. Because obviously he didn't realise that she could quite happily - and without guilt she would like to add -throw him out of her flat. She may like his company but if he started any funny business she would have Jethro chewing on his leg before he knew where he was.
"Um, hi," Tony finally spoke and she was glad to see that despite what it had looked like, no, she had not broken him. Thankfully! How on earth would she have explained to Gibbs that she had irrevocably damaged his head agent. Then again, it was a sure fire way of getting a promotion she supposed.
"Names Bond, James Bond," James held out the hand that was not fastened to her waist and still looking a bit shell-shocked Tony took the offered hand and shook it.
"This is Tony," she told James, trying to act like everything was perfectly normal while standing on James' foot behind her.
The wretched man didn't even flinch. He only moved his bare foot from under hers and with a firm 'nice try' squeeze to her waist he pressed a kiss to her neck. In plain sight of Tony too!
He was dead! He may be a secret agent but she knew people and she was sure they wouldn't mind disposing of a body for her. Kort surely owed her a favor after the mess that was the mission that had brought this trouble maker back into her life. Besides, Kort had made no effort to hide his dislike of the MI6 agent after the mission had been screwed up thanks to an epic crossing of wires.
She had never been one for public displays of affection and to have James' behaving in such a way was beyond mortifying.
"Um…right…" Tony mumbled, backing away from the door, his eyes growing even wider, "I'll a… Sorry for disturbing you Pro- Uh, Tim. See you at work,"
And like that.
Tony was gone.
The door was closed.
James had released her as soon as it was obvious that Tony would not be coming back, and had allowed her to step back into her apartment and lock them back in.
She looked at the door and breather deeply for a moment.
Life, it seemed, had become one never ending drama.
"James," she turned, unable to voice her thoughts.
He was smirking at her, his arms crossed over his muscled chest. The scars of many near-misses littered his skin, standing out stark white against his tanned skin. He wasn't even dressed. The only thing protecting his…um modesty (not that the man had any) was the towel wrapped about his waist.
She finally settled for something simple.
"What the hell?" she hissed loudly.
He chuckled and walked away to his room - her small spear room with a sofa-bed. How the mangot a decent nights sleep on that thing she would never know.
"You team mate is a complete prat," he called over his shoulder. He closed the door but left it slightly ajar so she could hear the soft rustle of material as he got changed and finished drying off.
"A prat?" she couldn't keep the incredulity from her voice as she stared at the door.
While James was right about Tony - he could be a grade-a jerk when he wanted to be - how could James know that after only a few minutes?
"Yes. A Jack ass," James opened the door, he was dressed casually now, a navy pare of sleeping trousers hung low on his hips and he was still pulling a shirt over his head.
"I know what a prat is James," she snapped, turning her back on her house guest to go to her kitchen. She filled the kettle and switched it on, fussing in the cupboards to find the mugs and tea she would need once the water was done. The back of her shirt still felt damp from having James pressed up against her. She was angry with herself. She had felt angry with Tony for just showing up - and yet, he often did. Wanting to drag her off to fix tech problems in his apartment…wanting to watch a movie…a date falling through and Tony just wanting company. He had a way of assuming that Tim would have no other plans. And now he knew about James and she knew she would hear of this endlessly at work. But was that really what was bothering her?
No.
The bitter cold thrill of disappointment filled her again. Like she had been robbed of something.
James was hers. And now the others would know about him. She acknowledged only to herself that she enjoyed having James to herself and now…it might not be for all that much longer.
"Any man," James spoke softly from behind her, "Who turns up a the door of a beautiful woman to watch a film because his evening has fallen through is a prat,"
Beautiful. She scoffed at the though.
No. She was pretty. Maybe bonny as Ducky would say. But she was not beautiful. But at least now she knew why he had pulled the stunt he had. He was teaching Tony a lesson by the looks of things. A lesson she may well have enjoyed teaching her colleague if she had been in on it.
"Tim,"
She was turned around by a firm grip on her shoulders and forced to meet James' eyes.
"What is really bothering you?" he asked her, his voice firm, daring her to not answer.
"I…"
"Mmm," he prompted.
"I liked having you to myself," she finally rushed out, turning to go back to making the tea.
She moved things around unnecessarily on the work-top and then when that didn't keep her hands busy enough she went to another cupboard and pulled out a plate.
"Tony is never happy unless he is nosing into something, even if it doesn't concern him," the plate banged against the counter as she placed it down with more force than was strictly needed, "Actually," she paused for a moment, "Especially when it doesn't concern him,"
She stalked to the biscuits.
"Why, Miss McGee," that voice was far too amused, "Am I your secret…your guilty secret,"
She turned to him at that.
He was smirking at him, looking incredibly satisfied with himself.
"There is nothing guilty about you James," she told him.
"Maybe not," Bond conceded, "But I bet that team mate of yours is thinking all kinds of…" he smacked his lips together, "Interesting things right now,"
Tim was only human and she couldn't help but giggle at this.
So James wasn't just going to be hers anymore, it would have only been a matter of time and the look of shock and utter puzzlement on Tony's face had been priceless. The annoyance drained fro her.
"Your incorrigible," she giggled.
Tada.
So James has just taught Tony not to go knocking at Tims door at the weekend and not expect a surprise ;) Lets face it. Tony may think he is smooth but he ain't got nothing on bond ;)
So everyone can calm down, there is no Tim/Tony happening. Breath deeply everyone.
I think we have all probably experienced that sinking feeling when something that was just our and ours alone had been stumbled upon by someone else. Not something bad. Just something...private. And that is what has just happened to poor Tim.
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