Another 'Abby-Bashing' - Won't go into further detail, just a warning!
Tony sat at his desk, idly flipping his ballpoint pen in his fingertips as he read through the new requisition forms that Director Vance had proposed onto the teams of NCIS – They were a lot simpler than before, and also produced less paper waste, this whole 'going green' thing that the Director was binging on was actually a godsend, since they were now using less paper.
A shadow crossed Tony's desk, blocking the blinding sun that had been mercilessly beating down through the skylights for the past few hours was also another godsend, or so Tony thought, until he looked up from the requisition form and saw Abby standing worriedly in front of his desk "What's wrong?" he asked casually, clicking the ink cartridge of the pen in and out slowly.
Abby worried her bottom lip between her teeth and let out a long-suffering sigh as she rounded his desk, "I… There's this guy… I've tried telling him that… I'm not interested in what he wants… well… he's becoming more persistent, and… I was…" Abby stopped midsentence, ringing the tulle of her skirt in her fingers delicately as she looked shamefully down at the blue carpet of the bullpen.
Tony sighed as he glanced around the empty bullpen, it was still rather early in the morning, so he didn't expect anyone besides him and Gibbs to be at work, except for Abby, she had always been one of the first people to be at work "And you were what Abby? Just tell me…" Tony said, sighing in slight exasperation as he set his pen down, current thoughts of where the hell Gibbs was, because he'd be more equipped to handling Abby's boy troubles than he was at present moment.
Abby's frown deepened as she crouched in front of Tony's desk, green eyes locking with green eyes sadly, "I need someone to put him off… and, I was… wondering if… you could possibly help me? I know… I know that we're not as close… as we once were but… I really don't want this guy hanging around me anymore…" Abby said pleadingly, wide tear-filled eyes gazing at Tony.
Tony rubbed at his forehead slightly, "Give me a bit of time to think about it? I'll have an answer for you by the end of business today… I promise." Tony said, placating the scientist with a small, yet genuine smile. He did think perhaps it was high-time to forgive Abby for all that she'd done in the past, but still, something in the back of his mind was holding him back, and perhaps this was good enough test to see if they could work past their previous problems, or if their friendship were to be forever laid to rest.
Abby nodded solemnly as she stood up, hesitant to do anything further, she smiled sadly "Thanks Tony…" she said quietly as she quickly clomped to the back elevator and disappeared into the stainless steel box that would take her back down to the lab.
As promised, Tony stood inside of the lab at six thirty – his normal quitting time – with a folder in his hand as he leaned against the fridge door, waiting for Abby to finish whatever it was she was doing with Major Mass Spec.
"Alright my beautiful baby, you spindle that sample through the night, and hopefully by tomorrow you'll have all the answers." Abby said to MMS and then turned to Tony with a small smile curving her black lips, "So, how was the rest of your day?" Abby asked casually as she stripped off her lab coat and the clear plastic protective glasses.
Tony shrugged as he slapped the file shut and pushed away from the door, "It was decent enough, given the amount of cold cases we read through and now have possible leads to follow up on." Tony said as he walked around the lab curiously, tapping at a few beakers in a holder "I've thought about your dilemma, and I think that I can help you out – So, I am in… As long as you explain to me what I have to do in order to get this guy off your back." Tony said plainly, his tone edging more on the professional side, as if this were a business deal rather than helping a friend, because that is what it truly felt like at the moment – a business deal that could go either way at the moment.
Abby sighed as she sat down on the metal stool, whirling around slightly before stopping in front of her computer scene "It's really simple… All you have to do is pose as my boyfriend for a few hours tonight… He's a regular at this club I go too, and if he saw that I was with someone… Then perhaps he'll just leave me alone and stop trying to take pleasures in embarrassing me whilst I'm there." Abby said cautiously, she knew she might possibly be stepping over certain lines with Tony, but she had to try at least.
Tony looked at Abby speculatively, weighing the options internally – Posing as Abby's boyfriend, would mean she'd want to be a bit touchy-feely, which while he wasn't opposed to Abby's exuberant affection, at least he hadn't been before the fight… Then there was Gibbs to think about, would he be okay with him acting as Abby's stand-in boyfriend? Surely he would be, if that meant protecting his self-proclaimed daughter from some club-creep. Tony nodded decisively after several silent minutes that had passed by "Alright, I'll do it… But on one condition…" Tony said firmly, green locking onto green as they had earlier that morning.
Abby nodded emphatically "Name it, I'll do anything to get this guy out of my hair." Abby said as she twisted a black pigtail around her finger idly.
Tony had the sudden urge to roll his eyes at the raven-haired scientist, "There will be absolutely NO hanky-panky touching, no kissing on the lips, and your hands are not to travel below my belt. Is that understood?" Tony asked firmly, his lips set in a thin line as he stared emotionlessly at Abby.
Abby nodded again as she released her hair and twisted her hands together "Yes, I understand. I will keep the touching to a minimum and I won't do anything that will further upset you." Abby said formally, then stood up, a small smile on her face as she moved to wrap Tony in a hug – to which he reluctantly allowed – "Thank you Tony, this means soooo much too me!" Abby said excitedly, tightening her hold on Tony just a bit before releasing him and bouncing away towards her office to gather her belongings.
Tony knew the types of clubs that Abby frequented by herself or with friends outside of work that weren't the Sisters from the nunnery, although he wasn't the full-leather wearing type – anymore – he did still own a pair of leather jeans and his leather vest, which was shoved into the back of the closet, in hopes that Gibbs would never find it, but the simple fact that he was going to be wearing it tonight worried him slightly.
Tony stood in front of the floor mirror, sighing as he pulled the eyeliner pen across the bottom of his eye, leaving behind a thick, black and smoky look. This wasn't what he had hoped to be doing tonight either, tonight he just wanted to curl up with a book against Gibbs' chest and read until he either fell asleep or Gibbs started teasing him until they were both naked and sweaty against each other. And yet, here he was putting on makeup, and wearing tight leather jeans.
Gibbs tried jiggling the locked door handle "Tony, what the hell are you doing? I thought we were watching a movie tonight!" Gibbs questioned from the other side of the door – another thing Tony forgot in the chaos of his muddled thoughts, he hadn't told Gibbs about what he was doing tonight, which he thought he would understand, once he explained… And hopefully the leather would also pose as a distraction so Gibbs wouldn't question him any further, or god forbid try and go with him and Abby.
Tony slid his wedding band off and laid it on top of the dresser, once he was satisfied with his gussied up looks and his mussed, gel-spiked brownish-grey hair was in perfect chaos, he went to the door and slowly opened it up "About that… Abby needs me to do something for her tonight… So, I probably won't be home until after midnight…" Tony said in a hurry as he tried walking past Gibbs.
Gibbs grabbed Tony by the bare arm and shook his head a few times as he stared down the length of his husband's leather-clad body "And just what the hell are you wearing? You… God!" Gibbs couldn't even form a coherent thought past the first question as his eyes locked onto Tony's leather-covered ass, which was more prominent in the leather than any other pair of jeans the younger man owned.
"Well, you know Abby and her clubbing habits – This is almost required to get in through the front door… She'll be here any minute now…" Tony said as he glanced at the clock on the nightstand, then back at Gibbs who's eyes were practically bulging out of his head and were completely blown, only a small ring of blue visible in comparison to the black that was there.
Gibbs nodded wordlessly, his Adam's apple bobbing convulsively as he tried swallowing around the lump formed in his throat "Jeez Jethro, had I known leather would have been such a turn on for you, I'd have worn this to our wedding instead of a tuxedo." Tony teased as he pressed a feather-light kiss to his husband's lips, only to have a strong hand wrap against the back of his head, his body pressed against the doorframe as Gibbs began devouring the younger man's mouth with kisses, tonguing and scraping of teeth.
Tony laid in a boneless heap against the doorframe, his own eyes now dilated and blown to match Gibbs' own eyes, he watched through lust-filled eyes as Gibbs slowly pulled away, swiping a trail of saliva away from his bottom lip with his thumb "Be careful tonight… And wake me when you get home." Gibbs said firmly, arching his eyebrow upward as he looked down at the erection straining against Tony's leather pants.
Tony nodded slowly, speechless as he continued panting, his hand pressing down against his erection to adjust and hopefully release the tension. The doorbell echoed through the house, which was Tony's saving grace as his cock slowly deflated as he was finally released from Gibbs' penetrating gaze. Tony walked downstairs as carefully as he could in the leather, grimacing as the creases and folds squeaked with each step he took.
Tony pulled the door opened and mustered an affectionate smile at his faux girlfriend, "Hey Abby!" Tony said happily, this should be relatively easy for him, it was practically undercover work, something he was definitely good at.
Abby was dressed in a short black leather dress, her long black hair down and cascading over her shoulders and back, her eyes matched Tony's almost exactly with similar long black strokes of eyeliner "Wow Tony." Abby breathed as she looked up and down Tony's body appreciatively, "You… look smoking hot!" Abby said, a deep blush coming across her pale complexion.
Tony bowed as gracefully as he could, "Thank you. Are you ready to go?" Tony asked, crooking his arm for Abby to take hold of it. She nodded happily as she looped her arm through Tony's, a bright and happy smile dancing on her face as the two exited the house and headed towards Tony's car.
The Velvet Longue – a BDSM club that Abby frequented… Tony sighed internally, he thought he'd never set foot in this establishment again, but here he was, dancing saucily in the center of the dance floor with Abby smooshed against his body. His eyes constantly surveying their surroundings, looking for the guy Abby had described to him while they drove over here.
The red velvet walls contrasted beautifully with the dark mahogany bar that was the center of attention in the farther reaches of the club. The dance floor was a lighter colored wood, although Tony was married to a master woodsman, he still couldn't place every wood type, but he thought it could perhaps be a cherry of sorts, not that either of those things mattered, he had a mission to fulfill tonight and that was his main priority.
"Have you seen him yet?" Tony questioned into Abby's ear, given their close heights with her platform boots, he was thankful he didn't have to bend too far to reach the raven-haired scientists ear, his back was seriously protesting the movements his body no longer appreciated, getting old was a serious hindrance sometimes.
Abby nodded as she gracefully grabbed Tony's hand from her hip and pointed in the direction of a dark corner booth, "Yeah, he's right there… Eyes have been on me the entire time." Abby said as she turned in the circle of Tony's arms, laying her arms gently over his shoulders.
Tony nodded as he looked down at Abby briefly, then over the top of her head as his eyes locked onto a steely glare from the man in question, "Alright… How about we stop dancing and go order drinks? We'll sit close to him and see what happens afterwards…" Tony suggested as he set both his hands on Abby's swaying hips once again.
Abby nodded as she and Tony made their way towards the bar together – Tony knew he could only physically tolerate one, possibly two drinks if he were going to stay coherent to deal with Abby's problem, and then drive home to receive that lusty look on his husband's face once again. So, they ordered – Tony with his typical Manhattan, and Abby ordered some crazy concoction of blood orange something, he wasn't even going to ask, and nearly grimaced at the actual blood colored drink that was set in front of her.
They made their way through the throng of club-goers and claimed a table that was in direct view of Abby's club-stalker, they settled their linked hands on the table as they casually sipped their drinks, loving and tender smiles on their faces – They truly did make a beautiful couple, if Tony were straight and not married to the toughest retired-Marine that he knew, he could have considered Abby as a potential partner, but that wasn't the case here.
The man at the table finally made his move, and Tony stiffened slightly when the rather large guy stood between him and Abby, "Hey Abby… How are you?" he asked, a nauseating scent permeating from his mouth, a strong mixture of stale cigarettes and tequila on his breath.
Abby looked up at the guy with a pitiful look on her face, all her earlier happiness fading from the mere presence of the guy "I'm fine, thank you Craig. This, is my boyfriend, Tony…" Abby said coolly as she looked over at Tony, a hint of a smile curving one side of her black lipstick colored lips.
"Really? Never seen you with him before…" Craig questioned curiously, giving Tony a thorough once over, a deadly and cold gaze in his eyes, then turning back to Abby, the look quickly fading into a fond softness for the raven-haired beauty.
Abby cleared her throat slightly, "That's because he's always busy… He's a security consultant and is often traveling." Abby lied smoothly, a tighter smile crossing her features as she tightened her hold on Tony's hand.
Craig snorted disdainfully as he leaned his hip against the solid oak table, effectively cutting off Abby's eyesight from Tony, "Somehow, that doesn't seem quite believable, Abby… Now, why would you lie to me?" He asked tactfully, setting his hand on top of her forearm.
Abby flinched slightly, black painted nails digging into Tony's hand for some reassurance and strength, causing Tony to grimace slightly from the pain, thankful that Craig couldn't see the look on his face. Tony's mouth opened and words flew out before he had a chance to even think about it "Hey, buddy come on! I'm trying to enjoy a nice evening with my girl here… Can't you go bother someone else?" Tony asked, releasing Abby's hand and standing up from the high bar stool.
Craig turned around quickly and pinned Tony with a deadly glare, his smoky grey eyes inflamed with a rage that Tony had only ever seen one time before, and that made him want to shrink into the smallest ball his body could possibly form, confining leather pants and all "I don't know who the hell you think you are, 'buddy' but I think you need to find some other 'girl' to be with…" Craig said quietly, his voice calm and deadly at the same time.
Tony shook his head and built himself up against the quelling fear that was clenching at his stomach, he had to stay strong through this, for both himself and for Abby. "I think she's already said who I was! Now get the hell out of here before you regret it." Tony said in the same deadly calm tone, his own green eyes turning to ice.
Craig blinked a few times, then laughed humorously "I never regret anything I do." Craig said quietly as he reached up, and before Tony could react, the back of his head was clenched in a tight and firm fist, and his head was making contact with the oak table.
Tony passed out only a few seconds after his head hit the table, and his body slumped lifelessly to the floor – although somehow he still heard everything going on around him – Glass crashing to the floor, Abby's horrified shriek, Craig grunting as what Tony supposed were bouncers tackling and cuffing him, several patron's shocked gasps, then the world completely faded from underneath him and there was nothing but the darkness that had immediately consumed him.
When Tony opened his eyes up next, he was staring into a pair of concerned green eyes, the silence around him was deafening, but they were still definitely at the club, as evidenced by the stilled strobe lights that had been turned up towards the ceiling, "What… what the hell happened?" Tony asked groggily, raising a hand to his throbbing head and sighing at the gooey warm blood that coated his fingertips.
"Tony oh god! I'm so sorry! I'm… I didn't… He… It just… it happened so fast! I couldn't stop him!" Abby cried, tears sliding down her cheeks and splashing onto Tony's chest.
Tony groaned as he slowly pulled himself up into a seated position, watching as the blood gushing from his forehead dribbled down the center of his nose and off the tip of it, "Ambulance?" Tony asked incoherently, the mumbled word sounding more like 'ahbalamp' instead.
Abby nodded as she pressed a bar towel to Tony's forehead gingerly "It's on the way now… You've only been out for about three minutes…" Abby said quietly as she continued to apply pressure to Tony's forehead, despite his hisses of pain and protest.
By the time the paramedics showed up and got Tony loaded onto the stretcher, Tony was back to being unconscious, his forehead still bleeding profusely even through the gauze packing that the paramedics had placed to his forehead. The cut on his forehead practically split his hairline, Craig had bashed the center of his forehead against the corner of the table, and Tony was now sporting a rather length gash, the skin of his forehead not quite attached.
Abby sighed as she knew what she now had to do – She had to call Gibbs, and that was a conversation she did not want to have with him. So, whilst sitting in the driver's seat of Tony's car, she twisted her cellphone in her fingers a few times before getting up enough courage to dial the older man's number.
Gibbs picked up almost immediately "Yeah, Gibbs." He replied in his normal curt manner, and slight agitation warring in his voice, he hated middle of the night calls, especially if it were going to be dispatch.
"Gibbs… Oh god! I didn't mean for this to happen! I really didn't!" Abby cried into the phone, her voice wavering slightly as she clutched her cellphone tightly.
"What? What are you talking about? What happened Abby?!" Gibbs asked in a slight panic, sitting up from his comfortable position on the bed as he listened to Abby frantically explain the night that she and Tony had just endured. Once her long winded explanation had concluded, Gibbs growled deeply in his throat "What hospital are they taking him too?!" Gibbs demanded as he tossed the sheets off his lower half and pushed his feet into his boots, he didn't care that he was going to the hospital in pajamas, Tony was all that really mattered right now – Once he'd received the hospital location, he slammed his phone shut and exited the house in a hurry.
Gibbs rushed into the emergency department of Virginia General briskly, his eyes darting back and forth as he frantically searched the room for his husband, then he came face to face with a burly looking man in light blue scrubs, "Can I help you?" he asked as he adjusted the clipboard in his hand.
Gibbs nodded "I'm looking for my husband – Anthony Gibbs – he was brought in with a head injury…" Gibbs rushed the words out of his mouth as he continued surveying the emergency room.
The male nurse seemed to soften at those words "Oh… Yes, okay… He's right this way." The nurse said shyly as he began leading Gibbs down a rather silent corridor and into a private room that was secluded from the rest of the emergency department.
There was a doctor, fashioned in white lab coat and green scrubs hovering over Tony's head and meticulously sealing the wound on Tony's forehead together with surgical sutures. Tony had finally regained full consciousness and was adamantly protesting and growling at the doctor "Asshole!" Tony shouted angrily as the doctor pulled the sutures tightly together.
The doctor indulgently continued his work, despite the angered slurs of curses exiting Tony's mouth. Gibbs stifled a laugh behind his hand as he watched Tony, "I don't think calling the doctor an asshole is helping any, Tony." Gibbs said as he stepped into the room, a mirthful look dancing in his eyes, which only quickly faded when Tony turned a deadly glare onto his husband.
"And what the hell do you know about what is helpful or not?!" Tony spat angrily as the doctor continued his work, silently and a slightly fearful look in his eyes, although it was easily masked as he finally finished the sutures and settled a gauze pad over the once gaping wound.
Gibbs took his own step back, leaning against the wall as he looked at his husband, having known Tony for so many years, he knew that the younger man rarely let this much anger out at once, "I don't know what is helpful… I just don't think the doctor enjoys being berated for only trying to help you…" Gibbs said in an attempt to placate his irate husband.
Tony scoffed as he pushed himself up from the faux leather exam table, "Don't… just do not!" Tony shouted, turning back to the doctor whose head was ducked down as he carefully began putting his equipment away, "Can I leave now?!" Tony asked, his anger still exuding out of his words, the doctor nodded wordlessly and handed Tony a prescription paper with a wry smile on his face.
Tony snatched the paper out of the doctor's hands and walked out of the room, Gibbs following behind him silently until they were in the waiting room of the hospital. Abby walked over to Tony tentatively "Tony I…" she had started, but Tony held up his hand to stop any further words from leaving her mouth.
"No. You do not get to apologize! You don't! This was all your fucking fault in the first place! If you would have just handled your own problems or thought that perhaps if this guy was SUCH A FUCKING BOTHER TO YOU, that you should have found A DIFFERENT CLUB TO START GOING TOO!" Tony screamed angrily, snatching his keys out of Abby's trembling fingertips "I'M DONE WITH YOU! I am so fucking done with you Abby that it's not even funny! I am not doing any more favors for you!" Tony continued screaming, the vein in both his neck and forehead pulsating with every word he shouted at the raven-haired girl who was already in tears, "You stay the fuck away from me!" Tony finished, pointing a finger directly in Abby's face and then whirling around as he headed out of the waiting room, not caring that everyone in the room had been staring at the one-sided exchange of words.
Gibbs settled his hands in his hoodie pocket, frowning slightly "Gibbs I… Please… I didn't mean for…" Abby sniffled slightly as she dabbed away the black stained tears on her cheeks, mascara and eyeliner clumping and smearing across her cheeks.
Gibbs shook his head "No Abby… He's right… Every time you ask for something, you only think about yourself and how it will benefit you! You don't think about anybody but yourself so much of the time, you should have handled this differently from the very beginning… And because of this – Tony got hurt… Like he usually does whenever he does something for you…" Gibbs said, his tone quiet but reprimanding as he stared at the girl he had once considered a daughter.
Abby gaped at the words coming from Gibbs, "But… I… I didn't mean…" Abby let out a strangled sob, moving towards Gibbs, who only stepped back and shook his head.
"No, Abby you need to stop and really think – You've put Tony in so much danger over the past fifteen years… How the hell can you be so selfish towards other human beings, yet have a heart of gold and compassion when it comes to anything else in the world? You care more about those lifeless machines in your lab than you do Tony's wellbeing!" Gibbs ground out, shaking his head again and pinching the bridge of his nose "I'm not going to defend you anymore, Abby… No, you've hurt my husband one too many times, and I won't stand for it anymore… I will give you a ride back to the house, so you can collect your car… But after that, I only want to see you in a professional capacity at work." Gibbs said in finality, neither person noticing that while Tony may have stormed off, he was still in the vicinity and had heard every word that Gibbs had uttered.
Tony got home first and was already in the bedroom, staring at the stitched up gash on his head when he heard Gibbs' challenger roar into the garage and shut off, he couldn't hear if there were any more words said between Abby and his husband, but Tony really didn't care.
He had a migraine from hell, and although the concussion he had was rather minor, he knew that sleep was going to be difficult tonight for both him and Gibbs especially with the bi-hourly concussion checks that Gibbs would have to perform.
Only a few minutes passed until Gibbs came into the bedroom, immediately wrapping his arms around Tony's waist and pressing affectionate but worry-filled kisses against Tony's bare shoulders and back, "Jeth…" Tony sighed as he turned in his husband's arms and looked into sad blue eyes.
Gibbs shook his head and kissed Tony's lips lovingly "Don't… Please just don't mention it – I can't even begin to… I don't want to think about her or anything else right now." Gibbs said as he looked up at the black stitch-work on Tony's head, his forehead creasing as his brows furrowed together angrily "Look what she did to you, Tony… My god…" Gibbs breathed as he reached up and gently ran his thumb over the still tender wound.
Tony sniffed slightly, "I'm okay though… I mean, yeah… It hurts like hell… but… I'm okay…" Tony said softly, nestling his head in the juncture of Gibbs' neck and shoulder "I heard what you said to her…" Tony whispered as he wrapped his fingers around Gibbs' red USMC hoodie.
Gibbs nodded as he pressed tender and reassuring kisses against the side of Tony's face, "I won't let her hurt you anymore Tone… She's not going to get away with anything like this, or anything that is unacceptable in the work place ever again…" Gibbs promised as he slowly pulled away from Tony and began unlacing the leather strings of Tony's pants, clear intention of getting his husband comfortable and nothing else.
Tony nodded, holding onto Gibbs' shoulders as the older man carefully peeled away the sweat-slicked leather pants from his legs, "I believe you Jeth… I do… But, you don't… you don't have to stop talking to her altogether… She… She means so much to you…" Tony whispered hoarsely as he stepped out of the pants.
Gibbs looked up at Tony from his crouched position and shook his head, placing tender kisses against Tony's stomach, "That may have been the case, two years ago, but you mean so much more to me Tony. You always have." Gibbs whispered as he rested his forehead against Tony's abdomen.
Tony wanted to laugh at the irony, but he knew that what Gibbs was saying was fully the truth – He wouldn't have stuck his neck out for Tony so many times if the man didn't care, nor would he be in DC, or married to the man, if Gibbs didn't care more about him. "Come here…" Tony said softly as he held his hands out to Gibbs.
Gibbs wrapped his hands around Tony's and stood up in front of his husband, a smile was on his face, but it didn't reach the sorrow filled blue eyes that stared back at the green eyes of concern "I love you Jethro, so much…" Tony whispered as he set his cheek against the older man's cheek and wrapped his arms around Gibbs' shoulders, holding his husband close.
Sniffling slightly, Gibbs wrapped his arms around Tony's back and rested his chin on Tony's shoulder. They stayed wrapped in each other's arms for the longest time, soft murmurs of love and reassurances passing between their ears as they comforted each other, "I love you too, Tony… More than you, or anyone, will ever know." Gibbs whispered finally, pressing his lips to Tony's temple and kissing him softly.
Tony interlocked his fingers with Gibbs' hand and slowly pulled his husband backwards towards the bed, both men crawling underneath the covers and lying in their normal position – Tony against his chest, leg hooked over Gibbs' hip and Gibbs with his arms wrapped around Tony's shoulders, his nose buried in Tony's still soft brown-grey hair and hands ceaselessly massaging up and down Tony's spine.
Tony curled his fingers lightly in Gibbs' chest hair, sighing contentedly as he melted into the warmth of his husband's body "Are you okay?" Tony asked after a while, his tone quiet as he began gently twisting the strands of Gibbs' silvery chest hairs together.
Gibbs nodded as he placed a kiss gingerly against Tony's forehead, "Yeah, I'm okay… Or… I will be… I'm still a little hurt, but… none of that matters compared to your safety and how you're feeling." Gibbs stated, looking down at Tony with a sad smile.
Tony smiled as he tilted his head enough to capture Gibbs' lips in a tender and slow kiss "I'm fine, I promise… I have you, and that's all I need to make me feel better." Tony said sincerely as he nuzzled his head underneath Gibbs' chin and sighed as he unfurled his fingers from Gibbs' chest hairs and curled them instead around the smooth plane of his husband's shoulder.
