You rolled over in bed, feeling warm and sleepy. Your hand meets a warm chest but in your sleepy haze you don’t realise it. Not until an arm curls around your hip and draws you closer.

There’s a pleasant ache in your hips and legs and your head is thrumming with a hangover like you expected.

“Morning, baby.” A voice rumbled from above you, drawing you closer, rubbing your skin with calloused hands.

You can smell his cologne, something expensive and masculine, you kinda recognise it but can’t place it yet.

“Calling me baby cause you don’t remember my name?” You teased, softly, blinking your eyes open. You tilted your head up to see the man you were resting on.

Oh, fuck.

You scrambled back to cover yourself when you realised the man you were curled up with was Tony DiNozzo, your coworker and superior agent at NCIS.

“Tony?!”

“{{user}}?!”