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In plain speak: I don’t own anything, just my imagination.Plagiarizing‘That’s it!’
Tony’s unbearable pig act had reached a new height today and she was going to do something about it. . She knew he was a good guy under all of the slime, but she was tired of wading through it on a daily basis. Almost everyone had left for the night which meant no witnesses and she grinned wickedly as she silently stalked up behind him. She stood there for a full minute before he sensed her and she wiped the smirk off of her face before he whirled around.
He caught sight of her carefully blank face and took the bait she’d known he wouldn’t be able to resist.
“Aww, poor baby. Couldn’t come up with a suitable comeback? You couldn’t manage to get me and now what?”
She took a deep breath and then crowded close, so close there was barely a hair’s breath between them.
“I could have anything. Anyone. Even you, Tony. I could ride you at a gallop until your legs buckled and your eyes rolled up. I've got muscles you've never even dreamed of. I could squeeze you until you pop like warm champagne and you'd beg me to hurt you just a little bit more. And you know why I don't?” She raised her eyebrow in challenge, just in case he’d been too distracted to respond and she heard him swallow.
His eyes had widened so that the whites were plainly visible and she imagined that she could hear the blood rushing through his veins, probably in a decidedly southern direction. She had to tip her head back in an uncomfortable position in order to meet his gaze and there was a muscle threatening to cramp so she eased off a bit and blinked innocently.
“Because it's wrong.” She’d leaned back in so that when she said that last word he could feel her breath on his skin. Before her final words registered, his lips had parted in anticipation of what would’ve probably be a pretty intense kiss and she stepped back and sauntered off; leaving a thoroughly flustered DiNozzo gaping at her departing figure.
Who knew plagiarizing a fictional TV character could feel so rewarding?
You’ll just have to imagine for yourselves who the female character is because I couldn’t choose.
Just a quick little something that flashed through my mind when I watched a snippet of NCIS this afternoon.
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