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curtainfic!
For dawnydiesel: Gibbs/Tony, silly fluff. (299 words)
Gibbs steals the covers. He's not really a restless sleeper, but every morning Tony wakes up with a corner of the sheet and a miserly portion of the blanket, while Gibbs has everything else wrapped around him. Then again, Tony steals the bed, so he supposes that's fair.
It took them months to get used to sleeping in the same bed. At first they couldn't really do it and there were more than a few mornings when Tony stumbled into work bleary-eyed and Gibbs drank twice as much coffee as usual. They've reached a sort of truce since then. Gibbs can steal the covers, Tony can hog the bed, and neither one of them will admit they snore.
Tony's bed is more comfortable, not to mention king-size instead of Gibbs' queen, but they always seem to wind up at Gibbs' place. Tony hates to think he's getting used to the lumps in the mattress; he's considering just buying a new one and having it delivered when Gibbs is at work some day.
Actually, that's not such a bad idea.
Some mornings Tony wakes up with Gibbs' head tucked against his back and Gibbs' arm wrapped around him. Those are the nights he knows one or both of them had a bad night, tossing restlessly from the nightmares neither of them want to talk about. Fortunately, those are few and far between and it's much more common for him to wake up with his cock in Gibbs' mouth.
As an alarm clock, it's amazingly effective.
And despite the occasional elbow in his side, or the way his arm will sometimes hit Gibbs when he stretches, or the lack of blankets or the muffled snorts Gibbs makes when he's asleep, it's worth it. Because it's Gibbs, and that's worth...quite a bit.
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