[From Boxed In]
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3rd Person POV:
That night Claire was lying in her room, reading over one of the books by the light of her lamp. Tony slowly creaked the door open and she looked up. Tony grinned over at her. He always enjoyed the quiet evenings, where they didn't feel the need to dress up. Finding her in her athletic tank and shorts that she wore to bed, always got his heart racing.
"Hey, how was dinner?" she asked, smiling softly at him, putting her book aside. Tony slowly made his way over to sit on the edge of her bed.
"Pretty well actually, Ziva makes some mean Italian…..not quite authentic but good enough." He grinned. Claire shook her head at him, knowing he would never want to give a full on compliment to Ziva. Heaven forbit they get along.
"She also asked me about my girlfriend….." he trailed off. Claire sat up straighter, propping herself on her arm so she was closer to him.
"How did she know you have a girlfriend?" she questioned curiosly. Tony rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
"I smelled fruity." He admitted. Claire snorted out a laugh before reigning it back in at his expression.
"What?" she asked with a giggle.
"You know how I just use your shampoo when I stay over. Well apparently, it's been making me smell all girly and she picked up on it." He explained. Claire nodded in understanding.
"Is this you telling me that I need to start smelling like a man?" she inquired cheekily. Tony rolled his eyes.
"Nah…..maybe I could just leave some of my shampoo here in your bathroom…." He suggested, shooting a timid glance her direction. Claire nodded thoughtfully.
"That would be ok…..and I could do the same at your apartment if that's ok. And while we're at it we could….you know drop of some work clothes and stuff just in case…." She told him quietly. Tony grinned over at her.
"I think I'd like that." He admitted softly. Claire grinned and leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips. She knew he wasn't ready for any type of commitment. This was just slowly easing him into a steady relationship and Tony was more than thankful for how considerate she was being. Sometimes it scared him how well she understood him.
"Ok big baby, get over here so I can start pampering you." Claire suggested, beaming at him.
"Fine by me; I'll make up for your actions at the office." He pouted but slowly made his way up into the bed with her.