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tingrecaTitle: Pillow Possibility #3 "Clap Your Hands: The Sequel" or "The Color Purple"
Author: Sarah B. Leonard
Fandom: NCIS
Genre: Slash
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Categories: post-ep for Flesh and Blood
Rating: Adult with adult spanking and more...
Wordcount: 1, 580
Spoilers: Flesh and Blood
Warnings: Don't be eating or drinking. I am not responsible for the abuse of food, especially jello.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.
Authors notes: I feel a few possibilities coming on. Here is the third one. I must apologize in advance. My muse went very very wild on this one and I foolishly went along with her. It is a Sequel to Clap Your Hands as well as the continuation of the Pillow Possibilities. Feedback (and pillows) adored. Yes, my favorite color is purple.
Pillow Possibility #3 – Clap Your Hands: The Sequel or ’The Color Purple’
Reported by Sarah B. Leonard
“That was a great steak, Boss. You have the char versus meat ratio perfect on that one.”
Gibbs chuckled.
Tony leaned back and finished his beer. He reached over to the six pack of beer, pulling out another one.
“DiNozzo, before you open that, there’s something I want to do.”
“Yeah, Boss?”
“Well, you see that pillow you tossed over there.”
“Yeah, on the chair.”
“Well, it gave me an idea for a sequel.”
“A what?”
“You know, a sequel. Part two to a part one.”
“Of course I’ve heard of sequels, Boss. Usually not wonderful in the movies but there are some great exceptions. Take Star Wars. Or Star Trek – now “The Voyage Home” was a fabulous sequel, even better than …”
“DiNozzo – don’t you want to know what my sequel is about?”
Tony wasn’t really sure he did, but he’d just been fed a marvelous steak and he had his boss’s undivided attention, which was always something.
“What is your sequel about, Boss?”
“It’s a tale of two men and a pillow.”
“Huh?”
“Or it could be a tale about a bubble butt and a pillow.”
“Boss…”
“Yeah, I think that’s more like it.”
“I don’t know about this.”
“Well, Tony, do you remember that writer you told me about?”
“No…”
“The one who had the friend who was sad?”
“No.”
“The one that wanted to report about you being spanked?”
“No. I don’t remember.”
Tony stared Gibbs right in the face, and crossed his fingers behind his back.
Gibbs smiled.
“Are you crossing your fingers?”
“How do you do that?”
“X-ray vision.”
“I knew you were Superman! Now that sequel…”
“DiNozzo. We were talking about that writer and her friend.”
“We were?” Tony tried out his ‘innocent look’.
“Yes. And all their friends. It seems they have something they want to read about.”
“Tinkerbell?”
“Not Tinkerbell.”
“How do you know they don’t want to read about Tinkerbell? Everybody likes Tinker…”
“DiNozzo! You remember about having to do what they liked.”
Tony sighed a heavy sigh.
“Yes. I remember. And I’ll bet you still won’t let me do it to you.”
“No. But I remember it felt pretty good.”
“Well, yeah, from your side of things. But it was my butt!”
“Are you telling me you didn’t like it?”
“Well, no. I guess I did kinda like it.”
“Are you telling me that you don’t hunt for opportunities to take off your pants and show off those legs of yours?”
“No I don’t ‘hunt’… I slide into opportunities and …”
“And show off your legs.”
“But Boss. These ladies - they don’t want to see just my legs!”
“Huh?”
“They want to see my … um…”
“What?”
“My … is this adult rated? This report?”
“Who is writing it…?”
Gibbs looked up at the top of the page.
“Sarah B. Leonard – yeah, it’s adult rated. She writes … yeah … it’s adult.”
“They want to see my … uh …”
“Your purple headed warrior?” Gibbs smirked as he spoke.
“Booooossssssssssss!”
“Don’t whine, DiNozzo.”
“Yes, Boss. My, as you say, ‘purple headed warrior’.”
“Are you sure that’s all they want to see?”
“Isn’t it?”
“I think they want to see your glowing red ass.”
“Glow. Wing. Red.” Tony sighed heavily.
“Ya think that’s it?”
“No.”
“I think it’s what I want to see.”
Gibbs grinned at him.
“So what does the pillow have to do with this? Weren’t we talking about a pillow?”
“I thought I could use the pillow.”
“To spank me?”
“No, to put you on while I spank you.”
“And that talk about the … you know … the purple…”
“Well, the pillow would be supporting your warrior.”
“So it’s a bare assed spanking sequel.”
“Yeah. Staring a purple headed warrior.”
“Isn’t there something else we could do? To please the lady and her friends and her friends’ friends?”
“Well, yeah, but I thought we’d do that after wards.”
“After. After the spanking? There’s more?”
“Yup.”
“And what’s that?”
“It’s something I’ve been meaning to do for a while now.”
“A while, Boss?”
“Yup. For a long while. Had to wait for the right time.”
“And this is the right time?”
“Seems like it.”
“What, Boss?”
“Well, it’s kind of a secret.”
“A secret?”
“Yeah, one of those under covers operations.”
“Oh I’m good at undercover, Boss.”
“I suspected, DiNozzo.”
“Like ‘True Lies’ or ‘Mr. and Mrs. Smith’ or…”
“Not that kind of undercover, DiNozzo.”
“D’you mean more like ‘Bond, James Bond’ with Sean Connery…”
Gibbs rubbed his hands together. Very slowly, he pushed his long sleeves up his arms.
“Shut up, DiNozzo.”
“Shutting up, Boss.”
“Bring the pillow over here, Tony.”
Suddenly Tony wasn’t too sure about this pillow report.
“Don’t make me ask twice.”
Tony tossed the pillow to Gibbs.
“Now strip and cover the pillow.”
Tony looked up at the ceiling, but all he could see was words forming and disappearing. The report, he was sure. There was no escape. He stripped, tossing his clothes onto the chair, and reluctantly covered the pillow.
“Ready, DiNozzo?”
“Not really.”
Shining one’s bare ass at one’s boss’s face was not his favorite position. And the pillow beneath him made him bend in the middle – he felt incredibly vulnerable.
Smack!
“Ow!”
Thwap!
“Keep the noise down, DiNozzo.”
“Mmmph.”
Tony yelled the next response directly into the couch.
“I just love how your ass wiggles.”
Swat!
“Like cherry jello.”
Tony groaned. He wasn’t sure which was worse – red jello or purple warriors.
“Slap!”
“Mmmmph.”
“Maybe raspberry…”
“Owwww! Boss!”
Smack!
“Maybe they are weebles…”
Thwap!
“Coz they wobble…”
Smack!
“Mmmmmph.”
“And then they’re right back up there ready for more.”
Slap!
“Owwwwww…!” (sniff sniff)
“Well, that’s a nice red color.”
(sniff) “Um, thanks?”
“Yes. Now turn over and let’s check out the purple headed warrior.”
“BOSS!!!”
“DiNozzo, I said there was more I was interested in doing. Now roll over. Put yer ass on the pillow.”
Tony whimpered, but complied. This was even worse than having his weebly wobbly raspberry red ass shining in his boss’s face.
“Not bad. Not bad. Needs more color though.”
Tony could feel his erection growing as his boss grinned down at his naked body. He closed his eyes. He could hear the sound of cloth rustling. Then the couch cushion moved just a little beneath his shoulders. Was Gibbs digging for coins? Or something else?
A warm wet hand touched him in a very personal place.
“Does this wobble too?”
His warrior was pushed to one side. Tony could feel it bounce back.
“Oh – it does. A lavender headed weeble warrior.”
Tony gritted his teeth. Maybe he could just die right now and if he was lucky, no one would clap their hands and make him come back to life. Then he realized what Gibbs had said.
“Lavender?“
“Yeah. Light color. Needs to darken up. Hold still now. I think I can take care of that.”
The hand squeezed him tightly then began to move, caressing him. Squeezing him. Moving. Up. Down. Up. Down. Tony realized what Gibbs had been digging for in the couch. His devious boss had hidden a tube of lube in the cushions. And now his slick hand was … his boss’s hand was … Gibbs’s hand was …
“Oohhhhh.”
That felt really really good.
“Color’s improving but not there yet.”
Ok – that felt a little too good now. He squirmed back into the pillow then stopped that action. Hot red raspberry ass digging into cotton pillow equals uncomfortable rubbing on said hot red raspberry ass.
“Color?”
“Yeah – I want a purple head. The ladies want a purple head. Maybe even that reporter likes purple.”
“Pur … ple?” Tony really wanted to cry out. His boss – his freakin’ hot boss – was making him shiver and shake and … oh shit this was hot!
“Look at you quiver – just like jello. Let's aim for grape jello.”
“Please, Gibbs.”
“Please what, Tony?”
“Oh Gawd Gibbs.”
”Not Superman anymore?”
“Gibbs… I’m gonna come…”
“Not ‘till you’re purple, DiNozzo.”
“Not till I’m … huh?”
“Getting there. Just let me play a little while longer here. For the ladies, of course.”
He wanted to thrust into that hot wet hand, that fist wrapped around him. He knew he was shaking and sweating and wouldn’t last much more.
“There. That’s a pretty good color.”
The hand squeezed tighter. Tony squeezed his shut eyes tighter. There was no way he could watch his boss make him come. And he was going to any second. He could feel …
“Balls are a nice shade too. Watermelon jello, sort of.”
“Gibbs!”
That was it. He shot into Gibbs’s clenched hand and felt the drops land on his own chest and stomach.
“Aha! Whipped cream for the jello!”
Tony would have sunk right down into the couch if he could, but he was still trembling with after shocks.
“Ooooh, Boss.”
“I think the ladies liked that, DiNozzo. You should get a good report.”
Tony could just groan.
When he was able to move again, Gibbs offered him a hand up.
“There’re paper towels in the kitchen. Let’s clean you up. And I’m suddenly kinda hungry for dessert.”
“Dessert, Boss?”
“I hear there’s always room for jello.”
“I don’t believe you said that, Boss.”
Gibbs just grinned at him.
“Oh, and Tony?”
“What, Boss.”
“The kitchen chairs are wood.”
“Huh?”
“Bring your pillow.”
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Date: 2010-01-22 06:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-22 06:55 pm (UTC)(still blushing coz now people are actually READING this...)
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Date: 2010-01-22 07:32 pm (UTC)Glad you liked the silliness. Thanks for the comment! (I collect them.)
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Date: 2010-01-22 11:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-23 12:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-23 04:39 pm (UTC)I wish my first story had been that good... (25ish years ago. Star Trek.)
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Date: 2010-01-22 09:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-22 09:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-22 09:55 pm (UTC)Thanks for sharing.
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Date: 2010-01-22 11:49 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-01-22 11:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-22 11:51 pm (UTC)I suspect Tony is over-acting when he doth protest too much! I know Gibbs had fun.
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Date: 2010-01-23 02:58 am (UTC)Ah, you've ensured now that I won't be able to eat either jello or whipped cream without blushing and giggling.
Hee, I adore you.
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Date: 2010-01-23 02:54 pm (UTC)Oh wow - I've never been adored before! (blushes)
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Date: 2010-01-23 10:50 am (UTC)I don't think I'm gonna be able to see jello any time soon and not think of Tony and Gibbs ;)
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Date: 2010-01-23 02:57 pm (UTC)Thinking of Tony and Gibbs is a GOOD thing.
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Date: 2010-01-23 07:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-10 05:01 pm (UTC)(No jello, and no actual snakes ... but the infamous pillow returns!)
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Date: 2010-01-23 06:23 pm (UTC)“No I don’t ‘hunt’… I slide into opportunities and …” I love this line.
Thanks once again for a great laugh as well as mental images.
gentle journey,
twi
THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!!
Date: 2010-01-23 07:16 pm (UTC)Oh FINALLY THANK YOU THANK YOU someone finally mentioned that line. I led myself on a bonnie hunt to show that pole sliding line in this fic.. (cough cough choke ... guess I should read my own warnings.)
And a gentle journey back to you...
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Date: 2010-06-27 08:14 pm (UTC)Out of curiosity, since english is not my first language... How many words for `wobly` do you actually have? Hehe. That`s one jello I would like to... Ehm... See *blushing*
Once again, thank you for making me laugh. I really needed it.
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Date: 2010-06-28 03:18 pm (UTC)Anyway, glad I made you laugh. Lots more funny ones on my site. Guess I'd better make a list.
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Date: 2010-10-28 10:25 am (UTC)no subject
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