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NCIS Drabble-And-A-Half: gotta have faith
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Title: gotta have faith
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kat_lair / Mistress Kat
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Tim/Tony
Genre: fluff
Rating: G
Word count: 150
Disclaimer: Not mine, only playing
Summary: “I love this song,” Tony says.
Author notes: Forpushkin666 who is forced to sit through a lot of NCIS rn. Song in question is obviously George Michael's Faith in case you didn't guess. This #12 of my 100 Fandoms Challenge. AO3 Collection here.
“Turn it up!” Tony gestures at the radio awkwardly with his elbow. His hands are occupied with a knife and a pile of vegetables.
Tim raises his eyebrows but tips his wineglass in acknowledgement, increasing the volume a few notches.
“I love this song,” Tony says. The grin on his face is radiant, but the glance he casts over his shoulder at Tim is just a little shy, like he expects to be mocked.
“It’s a great song,” Tim agrees. And it is. But not nearly as brilliant as the sight of Tony dancing in front of the stove, using a spatula as an impromptu microphone, playing it up every time he spots Tim watching.
He'd reconsidered tonight’s dinner as a ‘foolish notion’ more than once, but right now he’s nothing but glad for having taken the risk. After all, the song’s right about one thing: you gotta have faith.
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Title: gotta have faith
Author:
kat_lair / Mistress KatFandom: NCIS
Pairing: Tim/Tony
Genre: fluff
Rating: G
Word count: 150
Disclaimer: Not mine, only playing
Summary: “I love this song,” Tony says.
Author notes: For
pushkin666 who is forced to sit through a lot of NCIS rn. Song in question is obviously George Michael's Faith in case you didn't guess. This #12 of my 100 Fandoms Challenge. AO3 Collection here.“Turn it up!” Tony gestures at the radio awkwardly with his elbow. His hands are occupied with a knife and a pile of vegetables.
Tim raises his eyebrows but tips his wineglass in acknowledgement, increasing the volume a few notches.
“I love this song,” Tony says. The grin on his face is radiant, but the glance he casts over his shoulder at Tim is just a little shy, like he expects to be mocked.
“It’s a great song,” Tim agrees. And it is. But not nearly as brilliant as the sight of Tony dancing in front of the stove, using a spatula as an impromptu microphone, playing it up every time he spots Tim watching.
He'd reconsidered tonight’s dinner as a ‘foolish notion’ more than once, but right now he’s nothing but glad for having taken the risk. After all, the song’s right about one thing: you gotta have faith.
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