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Only Naomi and I call him that.
For ladynyxchaos: Gibbs/Tony, Honey Buns.
"Honey Buns?" Tony glared at Gibbs as they got out of the car. "I can't believe you!"
"Read your email when we're working a case, you deserve what you get," Gibbs countered. "And who's Naomi, anyway?"
"A friend." Tony knew the warning tone in Gibbs' voice when he heard it. "Just a friend. She's happily married with three kids."
"Mm-hmm." Gibbs opened the door to his house. "You're sure about this."
"Like you're one to talk, Mister I got a box of honey dust for Christmas," Tony retorted. "You were the one who said we had to keep up the pretense."
"Uh huh." Before Tony could blink, Gibbs shoved him against the wall, hands on his shoulders. "But I wasn't the one who added in the bit about getting email from girlfriends at work."
"I have to keep it believeable," Tony argued.
"Believe this." Gibbs kissed him, long and hard, a thigh pressing between his legs. Tony groaned into the kiss, hands scrabbling at Gibbs' shoulders as he fought for balance.
"Okay," Tony said breathlessly when Gibbs released him. "I'm convinced."
"Good." Gibbs bit his jaw lightly. "I'm not. Get your ass upstairs. Now."
Tony grinned. "You got it...honey buns."
He still didn't manage to run fast enough to escape the headsmack.
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