AUTHOR: Ashleigh Anpilova
OTHER CHARACTERS: Nikki and Anita mentioned by name, references also made to Ren and Fiona.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters nor am I making any money from them, I just borrow them from time to time.
For Anita, with the hope that it will cheer her up. And as thanks to her for the universe she created that spawned this little story.
"That was very naughty of you, you know, Jethro."
Jethro blinked. The use of the word 'naughty' to describe a fifty-two year old man seemed more than a little incongruous to him. However, as he'd spent the best part of the last two hours indulging in his favorite occupation - making love with Ducky - he was far too mellow to do more than shake his head. Despite their twenty-seven year relationship, Ducky still managed to surprise Jethro. "What was, Duck?" he asked, returning to his task of nuzzling Ducky's neck.
"Drinking that poor girl's coffee. Oooh, Jethro."
Nothing more was said for several minutes.
"It was her own fault," Jethro said, rearranging Ducky in his arms until he was more comfortable.
"How on earth can you say that?"
"Given that she knows me well enough to write intimate stories about me, about us - which I have to say are surprisingly accurate - she should know how I drink my coffee. And she should have made sure hers wasn't around."
"She wasn't expecting us to turn up, Jethro. None of them were," Ducky said placidly.
"Again, they should all know me well enough to know that I rarely do what's expected."
"That is true enough." Ducky suddenly moved in Jethro's embrace, pulling away slightly and propping himself up on one arm. "What do you mean 'surprisingly accurate?' Leroy Jethro Gibbs have you been reading the stories?"
Jethro tugged Ducky back down. "Well, I decided that if they were going to write the damned things, then I'd better check them out for accuracy. I don't want lies spread about me all over the web."
"And how pray, my dear, did you go about finding them? You didn't, I hope, enlist the hope of Timothy?"
"Oh, yeah, Duck, I can just see me doing that, can't you? 'Hey, McGee can you show me how to search the web for stories about Ducky and me making love?' How long do you think it would have taken that nugget of information to reach everyone's email account?"
"Given that we are talking about Timothy, my dear. You would probably have been safe enough. However, the poor boy would never have been able to look you in the face again."
"He barely does that anyway, Duck."
"So how did you find out?"
"I called that nice Anita and persuaded her to help me."
"Yes. I can be very persuasive."
"Oh, I know that, Jethro my dear. I know that."
Another fifteen minutes went by before the men spoke again.
"I do hope you didn't threaten her with anything, Jethro."
"Of course I didn't. In fact she'd make a damn good NCIS Agent."
"Her haggling skills are some of the best I've come across. I don't want to begin to tell you what it cost me."
Ducky frowned. "Cost? She didn't demand money from you, surely? She was far too nice for that - they all were."
"Nah, of course not. I just promised to pull a few strings and help her find a job, oh, and a new apartment. And I agreed that we'd give the girls a gift and pay the maintenance on their building for a year or two."
"Jethro," Ducky sounded amused.
"Ah, but I got something out of it too."
"Yes, so you said."
"No, more than that. I got a promise that they'd continue to write at least one story each week about us. And send them to us before they posted them to their loggy thing."
"I think the term is blog, my dear."
Suddenly Jethro was tired of talking. Besides talking about the stories had brought some of them to mind, and that was having a definite effect on him. Using the advantages of age, height and training he had over his lover, he drew Ducky back into another round of gentle lovemaking. Not that he had to persuade; Ducky would willingly join him in lovemaking at any time of the day or night.
Some considerable time later, just as they were slipping into slumber, Ducky murmured sleepily, "You are quite correct, dearest, the stories are remarkably accurate."