Today's prompt: sunscreen (still sick, so another short one)
Established Tiva
She walked into the bullpen with a spring in her step, her smile spreading even wider when she saw him standing at the filing cabinet, back turned towards her. It had only been two days, but she had missed him, missed those broad shoulders, missed running her hands over his back⦠She pursed her lips and dropped her bag behind her desk.
Her cheery good morning was barely acknowledged by Tony. She touched her earlobe and wondered why Tony was so grumpy. He had texted her last night, to make sure she had gotten home safe, and nothing had seemed out of the ordinary.
"How was the Pilates weekend," McGee asked.
He glanced at Tony while stifling laughter, which only added to her confusion. "It was great," she said distractedly as she sat down behind her desk.
The cabinet drawer slammed shut, and Tony plopped down in his chair. Her eyes went wide as she finally got a good look at him. The tan lines around his eyes stood in stark contrast to the red skin of his face.
"What happened to you?"
McGee broke out in laughter as Tony stared at her blankly. Admittedly, it looked silly, but it also looked incredibly painful. She walked over to him and leaned against his desk, her back turned towards McGee.
He looked up at her with miserable eyes. "Everybody had plans this weekend, I figured I'd catch some rays on the roof of my building." He rubbed the back of his neck and winced. "I forgot to use sunscreen and fell asleep."
She grimaced, resisting the urge to touch his sunburnt skin, knowing it would bring no relief.
He leaned back briefly and glanced at McGee, then met her eyes again and quietly said, "I'm not gonna be any fun tonight."
Her eyes drifted down his body, disappointed she hadn't cancelled her weekend plans and prevented her partner from turning into a lobster. It looked like the welcome home celebration she had in mind would have to wait.
She tilted her head, a sly smile appeared on her lips. She pointed at his eyes, "Are those your only tan lines?"
He frowned. "Does it even matter?"
She leaned in close, and murmured, "It will when I'm rubbing lotion on you tonight."
