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High on…. Life?
For dameange: Gibbs/DiNozzo, along the lines of Under the Influence, only more public.
Not again, was all Gibbs could think as Tony coughed, stumbled and fell back against his desk, barely managing to catch himself at the last moment. Not again.
"Whoa," Tony said, blinking carefully. "What did I do this time?"
"You got a faceful of something," McGee said worriedly. "Don't you remember? You were fine for a bit, until you got back here..."
"I don't remember." Tony rubbed his forehead. "Last thing I remember was going to bed last night. Alone, unfortunately." He grinned and Gibbs spared a moment to breathe a sigh of relief. But then Tony looked at him, and the sheer hunger in his eyes made him look around to see who else was in the room. McGee, Ziva...and Jen, walking down the stairs from MTAC.
Shit.
Tony's head whipped around to see her and he growled softly, under his breath. "DiNozzo," Gibbs said sharply. "Go see Ducky."
"I'm fine, Boss." Tony grinned and strolled over to his desk. "Want me to prove it?"
Behind him, Ziva snickered. Gibbs glared at her and she subsided.
Tony laughed and shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans. "C'mon, Boss," he said huskily. "Want to take me home and play doctor?"
Gibbs heard a gasp from McGee and a shocked sound from Jen. "No," he said evenly. "McGee, take him down to see Ducky, would you?"
Tony pouted. "You don't want to play with me?"
"McGee?"
"Uh--right. Sorry, Boss." McGee came over to them, touching Tony gingerly on the arm. "C'mon, Tony," he said.
Tony shook him off. "I'm fine, Probie," he said with a low laugh. "I'm completely fine." He leaned forward over Gibbs' desk, resting his hands on it. "Want a demonstration?"
Gibbs closed his eyes, praying for patience. He heard Jen's footsteps drawing closer, felt the warmth of Tony's body, and wondered how the hell he was going to get out of this.
Tony laughed again. "Let's give her something to dream about," he whispered, right before he kissed Gibbs, hard.
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