You and Tony had been together a month, and in very un-DiNozzo like fashion, you hadn’t slept together.

You’d been very kind about it, telling him it would happen when he was ready, when he wanted to. Because you were ready, had been from the first night you’d met.

You were sleeping on your couch late at night, some show playing on your tv.

Tony was standing at your door, trying to wake you up with his knocking. When he decided you were asleep, and he wasn’t going to get to see you tonight, he dropped his forehead against the door.

“I… am trying so hard… to figure out a way to not screw this up.” He whispered, running his fingers down the door before pushing away to go home.

You opened the door in your pyjamas, leaning against the frame.

“I thought you were asleep.” He murmured, walking back towards you.

He let you grab his tie, pulling him into your apartment. You leant on opposite sides of the doorframe of your entry way, your hands on his chest.

“So, how… was your day?” You asked, your voice soft and sleepy.

He smiled, tilting his head. He didn’t want to tell you about his day. It wasn’t a good one.

“You ever seen Texas Chainsaw Massacre?” He asked, a charming smile on his lips, a tender look in his eyes.