Random little Tate thingo - review and I will love you forever! xx
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"DiNozzo, get away from my desk," Kate hissed, as Tony relaxed on her chair and put his feet on the table.
"Nope," he grinned, picking up her sketchbook and flicking through it. "Is this your boyfriend?"
"No," Kate said, snatching it off him. "Give it to me, and get away from my desk!"
Tony grinned up at her as she leant on the desk and narrowed her eyes at him.
"You've got really nice -" he began, grinning down her top. He was stopped mid-sentence by her hitting him over the head with the sketchbook. "I was gonna say necklace!" he winced, rubbing his forehead. "I swear."
"No you weren't," Kate snapped, standing up straight and doing up the top few buttons on her shirt. "I'm not wearing a necklace. You're a pervert, move."
"I'm hurt," Tony said, folding his arms behind his head casually.
"You will be if you don't get away," Kate threatened, glaring at him angrily.
"Ooh, that a threat?" Tony teased, moving slightly.
"DiNozzo, get out of my way!" Kate ordered, hands on hips.
"What, Kate?" Tony asked, cupping his hand behind his ear. "I didn't quite catch that…"
"I said, move your stupid lazy butt off my seat and get your stinky, over-sized Giant's feet off my desk."
Tony grinned happily.
"You know what they say about men with big feet, don't you?" he asked.
"Yes," Kate retorted. "They're idiots."
"Wrong," Tony teased. "Care to guess again?"
"No."
"Have you ever dated a guy with big feet, Kate?" Tony asked happily, mischief twinkling in his eyes.
"Bigger than yours," Kate said smugly, poking at Tony's shoe. "Much bigger."
"Bigger than mine?" Tony spluttered, outraged. "You don't know how big my – erm, my feet are."
"I do," Kate teased. "I saw you… bare foot… in Cuba. But don't worry – size isn't everything."
Tony snatched his legs off the table and tucked them under the chair. Kate smiled sweetly at him and picked up a folder.
"Don't say things like that!" Tony pouted. "Kate!"
Tony scowled, looking wounded, and slunk down in Kate's chair.
"Are you going to go back to your own desk now?" Kate asked hopefully.
"No," Tony muttered, dejectedly. "I'm not moving."
"Don't worry, Tony, your feet are fairly big."
"Fairly?" Tony asked, raising his eyebrows and putting his feet back up on the desk to examine them. "My feet are huge!"
"Right," Kate nodded. "Can you go away, please?"
"They are! Does the guy in your sketchbook have big feet?"
"Yep," Kate smiled, raising her eyebrows. "Really big."
"Really big? How big is really big?"
"Absolutely huge," Kate said, leaning in so her face was level with Tony's. "You know what else is really big?"
Tony swallowed, his eyes wide. This was just too good to be true.
"His socks," Kate whispered in his ear, and Tony glowered. "You have a dirty mind DiNozzo. Now get out of my seat."
Tony scurried back to safety of his own desk, tucking his feet safely out of Kate's view and nursing his wounded pride.
"You're mean," he hissed at her, as she sat smugly at her desk and switched on her computer.
"Yep," Kate shrugged.
Tony turned to his own computer, typing his email address in and pouting.
"Hey, Tony," Kate called a few minutes later.
"What?" he snapped, sulkily.
"You have perfect feet."
"Thank you," Tony said, brightening up. "You have a perfect necklace."
"Thanks," Kate grinned, turning back to her computer.
"You are very welcome," Tony said happily, leaning back in his seat with his feet on his desk and kicking off his shoes.
Kate raised an eyebrow at him. "Relaxing again, are we?" she teased, and he winked playfully at her.
"Just in case you want to look at my socks," he said.
Kate shook her head and laughed, unbuttoning the buttons she'd done up earlier.
"Undressing, are we?" Tony mimicked, and Kate winked back at him.
"In case you want to look at my necklace," she replied.