Fic: Sweet Dreams (Tony/Kate)
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xfirefly9xTitle: Sweet Dreams
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Tony/Kate
Prompt: #005 Dreams
Word Count: 381
Rating: PG
Summary: “Sweet dreams, Katie,” is the last thing Kate hears before the lights in the building are switched off.
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“Sweet dreams, Katie,” is the last thing Kate hears before the lights in the building are switched off. The faint glow of the few computer screens left turned on illuminates the otherwise darkened room and she waits a moment for her eyes to adjust to the dimmed light.
She turns over on the makeshift bed she’d concocted behind her desk to get into a more comfortable position and avidly avoids obsessing over the fact that this is the second time in one week that she – and Tony – have worked back so late that they haven’t seen the point in going home and crashed at their desks instead. She doesn’t obsess over the fact that the work isn’t all that important and could be left for later.
Rather, she wonders passingly what everyone would think if she brought in a mattress for similar occasions that may crop up in the future.
She shifts restlessly as the reason for her thoughts – the hard floor – becomes more unbearable. At this rate, she’s going to get as much sleep as she would have had she taken the time to drive home: not much at all. Damn.
She groans softly to herself, sits up and goes about rearranging her sleeping materials. Maybe she’d been lying on some thing other than the few sheets and bunched up sweaters on the floor. Nothing. It’s clear. She returns the sheets and sweaters and then lies back down.
At the sound of his voice, her entire body goes rigid, before relaxing once again.
“Kate?”
She breathes. Takes another breath.
“Can’t sleep either, huh?” she asks.
An indistinctive yawn makes its way to her from behind Tony’s desk.
“With all that tossing and turning you’re doing? Are you kidding?” It’s phrased lightly, teasing, but Kate senses the veiled annoyance.
“Sorry,” she says. “Maybe I should just head home and sleep in a bed for once.”
His response is immediate. “No, stay here. I don’t mind the extra noise. It’s almost nice knowing you’re there, within throwing distance for the pillow fight I’d get going if we actually had pillows.”
“Sure, okay then.” She shrugs and settles back down, smiling slightly. “Night, Tony.”
“Night, Kate.”
She doesn’t fall asleep until a few hours later, choosing to listen to Tony’s even breathing instead.
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Tony/Kate
Prompt: #005 Dreams
Word Count: 381
Rating: PG
Summary: “Sweet dreams, Katie,” is the last thing Kate hears before the lights in the building are switched off.
Notes: Written for
5_roses and multicolour.“Sweet dreams, Katie,” is the last thing Kate hears before the lights in the building are switched off. The faint glow of the few computer screens left turned on illuminates the otherwise darkened room and she waits a moment for her eyes to adjust to the dimmed light.
She turns over on the makeshift bed she’d concocted behind her desk to get into a more comfortable position and avidly avoids obsessing over the fact that this is the second time in one week that she – and Tony – have worked back so late that they haven’t seen the point in going home and crashed at their desks instead. She doesn’t obsess over the fact that the work isn’t all that important and could be left for later.
Rather, she wonders passingly what everyone would think if she brought in a mattress for similar occasions that may crop up in the future.
She shifts restlessly as the reason for her thoughts – the hard floor – becomes more unbearable. At this rate, she’s going to get as much sleep as she would have had she taken the time to drive home: not much at all. Damn.
She groans softly to herself, sits up and goes about rearranging her sleeping materials. Maybe she’d been lying on some thing other than the few sheets and bunched up sweaters on the floor. Nothing. It’s clear. She returns the sheets and sweaters and then lies back down.
At the sound of his voice, her entire body goes rigid, before relaxing once again.
“Kate?”
She breathes. Takes another breath.
“Can’t sleep either, huh?” she asks.
An indistinctive yawn makes its way to her from behind Tony’s desk.
“With all that tossing and turning you’re doing? Are you kidding?” It’s phrased lightly, teasing, but Kate senses the veiled annoyance.
“Sorry,” she says. “Maybe I should just head home and sleep in a bed for once.”
His response is immediate. “No, stay here. I don’t mind the extra noise. It’s almost nice knowing you’re there, within throwing distance for the pillow fight I’d get going if we actually had pillows.”
“Sure, okay then.” She shrugs and settles back down, smiling slightly. “Night, Tony.”
“Night, Kate.”
She doesn’t fall asleep until a few hours later, choosing to listen to Tony’s even breathing instead.
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Date: 2009-06-18 01:02 pm (UTC)Wonderful drabble. :)
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Date: 2009-06-18 01:27 pm (UTC)Thanks.