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xfirefly9x) wrote2008-11-25 09:26 pm
xfirefly9x) wrote2008-11-25 09:26 pm
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#000 Strangely, Yes (Kate/Gibbs)
Title: Strangely, Yes
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Kate/Gibbs
Prompt: #000 P: Painkillers
Word Count: 183
Rating: T+
Summary: Her head feels like someone has just hit it repetitively with a mallet.
Notes: Written for the Alphabet Meme I did aaaages back. October 16.
Her head feels like someone has just hit it repetitively with a mallet. She can barely think, can barely operate. Every sound around her is intensified and played back to her in technicolour.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump!
She groans.
“Do you have any painkillers, Gibbs?”
She tries not to vomit when the tilt of his head – a clear ‘no’ – sends nausea racing through her.
“None at all?”
He fixes cool eyes on her and shrugs. “Nope.”
Gritting her teeth, she tries not to swear.
“I’m in pain, Gibbs. I need painkillers before my head explodes.” Flat.
He moves towards her and places his hands on either side of her face. His index fingers find her temples and begin to rub gentle circles there.
“You’re giving me a head massage?” One eyebrow shoots skywards.
He says nothing but rather continues to soothe her temples with his hands.
“Gibbs?” she says after awhile, her eyes meeting his. For a moment her pain is forgotten.
He pauses in his massage. “That better?”
She clamps her eyes shut, opens them again.
“Strangely,” she says, smiling at him, “yes.”
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Kate/Gibbs
Prompt: #000 P: Painkillers
Word Count: 183
Rating: T+
Summary: Her head feels like someone has just hit it repetitively with a mallet.
Notes: Written for the Alphabet Meme I did aaaages back. October 16.
Her head feels like someone has just hit it repetitively with a mallet. She can barely think, can barely operate. Every sound around her is intensified and played back to her in technicolour.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump!
She groans.
“Do you have any painkillers, Gibbs?”
She tries not to vomit when the tilt of his head – a clear ‘no’ – sends nausea racing through her.
“None at all?”
He fixes cool eyes on her and shrugs. “Nope.”
Gritting her teeth, she tries not to swear.
“I’m in pain, Gibbs. I need painkillers before my head explodes.” Flat.
He moves towards her and places his hands on either side of her face. His index fingers find her temples and begin to rub gentle circles there.
“You’re giving me a head massage?” One eyebrow shoots skywards.
He says nothing but rather continues to soothe her temples with his hands.
“Gibbs?” she says after awhile, her eyes meeting his. For a moment her pain is forgotten.
He pauses in his massage. “That better?”
She clamps her eyes shut, opens them again.
“Strangely,” she says, smiling at him, “yes.”