"This is freakin' unbelievable!" Kate exclaimed and stepped out on the balcony, fanning furiously with an old issue of The Post. Tony, who lay stretched out on a chair, now lifted his sunglasses and peered up at her, clearly amused.
"What is?"
"The heat! I can't stand it!"
"That's why God invented something called air conditioner"
"But did he invent the tiny little flaw in his plan, huh? Since there's a black out covering a big part of the freakin' East coast, I'm going to melt to death" she almost yelled and Tony grinned. The power grid was out since it had been over 103 degrees for almost two weeks straight, now, and the Americans didn't seem to have any intentions of cutting down their use of their AC:s. But the fun part was that Kate, miss I-hate-snow-and-cold, seemed to freak out over the heat as well.
"Goldfish died again, Kate?" he teased. The imaginary goldfish had become an internal joke between them and it was frequently used when either of them was freaking out. He'd even gotten the name Pat. Tony's suggestion, of course.
"This sucks, Tony" she hissed and stomped back inside. Tony smiled after her, before making himself comfortable again.
Inside, Kate had burst into what unofficially was their bedroom. She hadn't slept at home for almost a month. She tossed the newspaper onto the bed and then rummaged through her half unpacked bag for her bikini. Now on a day like this, even hot pants and tank top felt extremely suffocating. Quickly, she changed her attire and went to the bathroom to retrieve some sunscreen. The counter was covered in make up supplies and other beauty products, barely leaving any space for Tony's razor and single bottle of cologne. Kate felt slightly guilty for taking over his bathroom, but only a little.
"This is gonna melt off" she complained when she returned to the balcony and tossed the bottle of sunscreen on her boyfriend.
"Here, help me" she slumped down in the chair next to him and lifted her hair so he could reach her neck and back.
"A please would be nice"
"Tony" she said warningly. When he didn't move she turned around and leaned over him. "Please…" she whispered seductively in his ear.
"Much better" he said and sat. "Do I dare ask why you seem to hate all the four seasons?" he asked while rubbing her back.
"I don't hate it. Hate is a strong word, DiNozzo. Summer is great as long as the temperature doesn't give me a sudden urge to actually move into Autopsy"
"You're hard to satisfy, my dear"
"Yeah, and you would be the expert in that area, right?" she teased and wiggled her eyebrows.
"Of course I am. There, done"
"Thanks" she grabbed the bottle from him and gave him a quick kiss.
"That's all I get?" he called out, feigning hurt. Kate grinned. "For now"
"Oh, so I better be nice?"
"Exactly. C'mere, your nose is getting red" she put some sunscreen on her finger and attempted to rub it onto his face when Tony pulled back.
"Hey there!"
"What?"
"Sunscreen is for girls" Tony stated.
"What?!" she gave him the are-you-five-years-old-or-what-look. "Don't be silly! Your skin is going to fall off"
"Seriously, Kate! I can't go around and smell sunscreen"
"Well, suit yourself. You do know that if you burn, which you will, you won't be able to…"get any" for a few days. Not to mention about the incredible pain you'll be in and that very flattering reddish tone you'll take" she warned. He eyed her.
"That's not true"
"It is" he eyed her and considered her statement for a while. Kate threatening him with sex and painful consequences in the same sentence, was never good cause he never knew when she was really joking or when she was actually right.
"Fine. But if you tell McGee, I'll shoot you!" Kate laughed and stretched forward to gently put some protection on his face and down his torso.
"There you go. You'll thank me later"
"Hmpf" he muttered and lay back down, pushing the sunglasses back down. Kate shook her head at him and lay down as well, putting a cap on her forehead to force the sunrays away. They lay silent for a few minutes before Tony muttered again.
"I smell like a girl"
Very short epilogue. Just some humour I thought of. The frustration over the heat is something taken from real life. I always complain about the weather. In the winter, I want summer. In the summer, I want snow and when it rains, I want sunshine but when I get sunshine, I think it's too hot. We humans are strange individuals…at least I am. And the idea of sunscreen being only for girls, I've taken from my cousin who refused to use sunscreen and then looked like a lobster when he came home from Thailand. Stubborn and macho, just like DiNozzo :P
th July actually. I may have to some research about that holiday, though...So, thank you all for reading and sending me all these kind reviews. Thank you, thank you, thank you! And I hope you'll find my next story as good as this one, even if it contains an already established relationship. Anyway, thanks a lot, and don't forget to review this short little epilogue:D
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