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Because, you know, there really aren't enough people doing this already...

These two aren't intended to come one after the other, but they could be read that way.

1 - Kink

Sneezers: Abby

“Lie down”. As soon as they entered the room, she pushed him onto the bed. Lying on his back, he propped himself up on his elbows, looking confused.

“Abby? You really want to do this now? You’re sick…”

She came to straddle him, stripping her top off as she went.

“Oh Timmy, Timmy. Don’t you remember what I told you?” He frowned for a moment before realisation struck.

“You were serious? A sneezing fetish?”

Sniffling, she nodded. “And colds are my favourite. Sniffling and snuffling and all stuffed up, blowing and blowing and … sneezing.” She gave a great wet sniff, eyes gleaming. He looked at her, half puzzled, half amused.

“You’re enjoying this?”

“Mmm. I have the worst cold. My nose is all stuffed, and it just won’t…stop…running.” She punctuated each word with another moist sniff. “And the sneezing…I just can’t stop…” As if to demonstrate, she launched into a small fit, sneezing freely, her face the picture of ecstasy. “Hi-tishoo! Hi-TISHooo! HTSCHOOO! Oooooh…hiih…hihhh….Hi-TISHooo Hi-TISHooo Hi-TISHooo! ISHOOOO! Mmmmmm….”

“Bless.” He waited patiently until she had finished, before passing her a tissue. Instead of taking it, though, she brought his hand up to her face. He raised an eyebrow, but complied, and helped her blow her nose again and again until it was somewhat clear.

Looking at the small mountain of used tissues, he laughed. “You’re really enjoying this?”

She grinned. “Yup. And you know the best bit about colds?” He waited for her to continue. “They’re horribly…terribly…contagious.” She lowered her nose to his. He frowned, pulling away.

“You want me to get sick? I don‘t know, Abby…”

She gave him a look. “I’ll make it worth your while…” Pressing her lips to his ear, she whispered softly. His eyebrows shot up, and he grinned. “Well, you know, I’d probably catch it eventually anyway. I suppose it makes sense to get it while we have some time off…”

She took in a shallow breath, teasing her ticklish nose. Slowly, she kissed him, long and deep, tongues and saliva mixing. He reached up, and she felt gentle hands unbuckle her bra, discarding it on the floor beside them. Her nose was streaming, and she sniffled seductively at him.

“I’m going to give you my cold. In just a few days, you’ll be sneezing and sniffling and snuffling and blowing your poor, red nose.” She traced his nostrils lightly with a finger. “We have a whole week off…I am gonna take such good care of you…” And she threw her head back and misted his face with sneezes.

2 - Science Fiction

Sneezers: McGee

“It is not a geek-fest! It’s a Science Fiction con…conven…con…Huh-ESHOOOOOO! Huh-ESHOOOOOOOOOO! Huh-PTSCH!” McGee buried his nose in his handkerchief, blowing hard. “Ugh! Science Fiction convention.” He blew again, honking loudly, and groaned softly.

Tony exchanged a grin with Ziva. “What’s your costume, Probie? Rudolph? Mr Sneeze? Didn‘t know that counted as Science Fiction.”

McGee glared at him, snuffling wetly into his handkerchief. “Luke Skywalker, if you must know. Heh-PTSSSSSCH!”

“Perhaps Anakin Skywalker would be better?” Ziva smirked at him. “Then your nose would match your lightsaber.” They both stared at her. “What?”

“You’ve watched Star Wars?” Tony gaped.

“Of course I have.” She huffed. “It is an important part of your American culture, yes?”

McGee snapped forward with another wet triple before croaking out. “You know Ziva, you’ve just given me an idea…”


“Excuse me, which way is the Star Wars stand?” He handed his ticket to the attendant on the door, sniffling softly. The man looked him up and down.

“Second door on the left. Hey, cool Vader voice, man!”

“Thanks.” He rasped. “It’s the extra effort that makes the costume, you know?”

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While searching the stories section here on SFF, four very distinct letters caught my eye and I just had to come and see. Please continue! This is marvelous! :P

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Thanks for the feedback! Here's another one. There's naughty words in this, so I hope I don't offend anyone ;) My first allergy fic:

7 – Misplaced

Sneezers: Tony

“Hishooo! HptssSSCHH! Goddamnit!” Tony sneezed wildly, one hand clamped over his face. The other rummaged haphazardly through the draws in his desk. “Where are- Hnnhhh…Hpt-SSSSSCH! Fuck! Where are the HUUUUROOOOSHOOOO! Where are the fucking tissues!?!?!”

Ziva looked up from her typing and smiled sweetly. “Allergies bad today, Tony?”

He glared at her through watering eyes. “What the hell do you- Huh-ESHOO!-think?” The sneezes were becoming increasingly wet, and his hand was disgusting. “What have you-Huh-RUUUSHOOO!-done with my-EshOOO! HPTSSSSSCHH!-tissues?” He spun round to glare at McGee as he spoke, then back to Ziva. Standing half hunched over his desk, sneezing messily, nose and eyes red and streaming, he had never looked less intimidating.

“Done?” McGee smirked at him, widening his eyes in a mock innocent look. “Me? Between fixing my desk chair, ungluing my hands from my keyboard, and explaining to my grandmother that I ’m actually not gay, despite the heartfelt text she received and how nice I‘d look with her friend‘s grandson Barry…well, I just haven’t had the time.”

Ziva’s smile turned slightly predatory. Tony gulped between sneezes. “I have also been busy. Somehow my clothes vanished from the woman’s shower room. I cannot imagine how it happened. But it took me some time to find replacements. I have certainly not had the time to steal your tissues.”

He stared at them for a moment. They both grinned back at him.

“Perhaps you misplaced them, Tony.”

Their only answer was another squelching “HUPTSHOOOO!” and a resigned sigh.

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Thanks matilda3948! Glad you liked. Here's the next one. I'm not too sure about this one. No actual sneezing, but a cold.

5 – Pencil

Sneezers: Ziva

Tap, tap, tap. Tap-tap. Tap-tah-tap. Tap, tap, tap.

It is driving her crazy. Bad enough that her whole body aches, that her throat has been sandpapered raw, that she hasn‘t been able to stop sneezing for two days, that her nose is dripping and tickling and so stuffed that she is surprised it hasn’t snapped off her face with the weight. No, she also has to put up with Tony being quite possibly the most annoying man on the planet. Twenty minutes now he has been drumming a pencil absently on his desk, the rhythmic tapping swelling her already impressive headache to gigantic proportions.

Tap, tap, tap. Tap-tah-tap. Tap, tap, tap.

He is blissfully oblivious to the agony he is causing her, the tapping an unconscious way to keep his hands busy as he scrolls through reams of past case files, searching for a link. She glances around. Gibbs is with the Director, but McGee sits at his desk, typing peacefully, apparently immune to the irritation that is Anthony DiNozzo.

Tap, tap, tap. Tap-tah-tap. Tap, tap, tap.

It is so loud. She is surprised that Gibbs has not come storming out of the Director’s office, yelling at Tony for causing such a horrible racket. Then she shakes her head, surprised at the ridiculous idea, angry at herself for letting the fever get to her. The movement sends fresh spikes of agony through her head, and she groans softly. Tony looks up.

“You alright, Ziva?”

Tap, tap, tap. Tap-tah-tap. Tap, tap, tap.

And he is still doing it! It is the last straw. “Can’t you just stop that, Tony?” Her voice is a furious rasp, and his eyebrows shoot up. “Stop what?” He exchanges a confused look with McGee.

“That…that tapping! It is driving me insane!”

He stops immediately, and opens his mouth to give a typical teasing response. Then he looks at her more closely, and shuts it again. For some reason, this annoys her even more.

“I can kill a man seventeen different ways with a pencil. Eighteen if it has been snowing.” There, she thinks. Let him ponder that. She watches as he exchanges another look with McGee, before very carefully placing the pencil on his desk, backing away from it as if it is a dangerous animal. He looks at her again, with concern this time, and when she glances over, McGee is doing the same. Unsure of how to react to this, she glares at them, before bending her head to her work again, sniffling.

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  • 2 months later...

Thanks for the comments. Another one, at last:

76 - Lullaby

Sneezers: Gibbs

“Hu…hush little baby, don’t say a…a…Hehh-NGXT! Don’t say a word…” She watched from the doorway as he sang, voice low and rasping, stroking Kelly‘s hair gently. His head snapped away for another painful stifle, and when he resumed the song, his voice was all but gone.

Coming up behind him, she peered over his shoulder. “She’s asleep.”

“Only…just.” He coughed roughly into a fist. “I’m gonna stay here tonight, keep an eye on her…” She silenced him with a finger on his lips.

“You, Sergeant Gibbs, are going nowhere but your bed.”

“She’s sick Shan, she shouldn’t- Heh-NGXT!” She rubbed his back soothingly as he collapsed into coughs again.

“She has a little sniffle. Her Daddy, on the other hand, is well on the way to pneumonia if he doesn’t get his stubborn jarhead ass into bed.” She could see him gearing up for more protests, and gave him what he referred to as ‘the look’, the one she kept for very special occasions when he was being even more stubborn than usual. He capitulated wearily, and she had to help him out of the chair, steadying him as he swayed.

She watched fondly as he bent down to ghost a kiss on their daughter’s forehead.

“G’Night, Princess.”

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“I can kill a man seventeen different ways with a pencil. Eighteen if it has been snowing.”

:) Love that line!

And loving the NCIS drabbles in general, thanks Silentdreamer! :)

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Wow. It's been a long time. And neither of these are technically drabbles, I think. One's too short, and one's too long...perhaps they could balance each other out?

9 - Touched

Sneezers: McGee (mentions of Tony)

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

It was so natural, he didn’t even think. Just leant over Tony in frustration and brought up the information the other agent was looking for, shooting the him a smug grin as he got the image on the plasma in seconds. The keyboard thrummed happily under his touch.

Of course, Tony had spent the entire morning sneezing all over that very keyboard. As he rubbed miserably at his nose with a battered tissue, McGee contemplated the frustrating thought that, even when he wasn’t trying, Tony could make his life miserable. “Huh-NNNGssssSSHT!

6 – Squint

Sneezers: Gibbs

“What about Agent Carlson? His solve rate is acceptable, but there seems to have been some problems with his team dynamic…we’ve had several complaints…” She handed him a file, and watched as he screwed up his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as he scanned it.

“You know,” she began, teasingly. “If you wore your glasses, you wouldn’t get a headache from squinting all the time.” She grinned as he shot her a glare, but didn’t say anything, going back to the file in his hand. After a minute, he passed it back to her.

“Sounds like…” he trailed off, and she looked up at him curiously, to find him staring fixedly at a spot above her left shoulder.

“Jethro? Are you al-”

Heh-NNGGGxxxxt!” The sneeze ground out of him, stifled painfully into the handkerchief that had suddenly materialised in his hand. He lowered it, carrying on as if nothing had happened. “…like Carlson is…”

But she was no longer listening, choosing instead to scrutinise him, taking in the pallor of his face and slight flush of his cheeks, the shadows under his eyes and minute slump of his shoulders as he sat upright in his chair. He squinted again, and she realised that the headache wasn’t from reading without his glasses. He noticed her looking, of course.


“You’re sick.” She marvelled, wondering how she hadn’t noticed before. Now that she was listening, she could hear his fatigue; the slight rasp in his voice. He glared at her.

“I don’t get sick.” She snorted.

“Try telling that to someone who didn’t have to share a room with you in Athens when you caught that killer flu.”

“It was not the flu. Hardly even a cold.”

“Hmmm. You normally pass out from a cold?”

“I fell asleep!”

“Standing up?”

“I was tired.”

“I’m sure you were, after spending the whole of the previous night coughing your lungs out.”

“I did no…huhh…huh-nnGNXT!” He stifled furiously into his elbow, and she didn‘t miss the flash of pain that crossed his features. She sighed.

“Go home, Jethro. We can finish this tomorrow.” Looking at him carefully, taking in the flushed cheeks and glassy eyes, she amended, “In fact, take tomorrow off too. You look terrible.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but she beat him to it. “You don’t have a case, and your paperwork is up to date. Get some rest while you can.”

“I don’t need it. I‘m not-” She interrupted him, raising her voice over his.

“For God’s sake, Jethro! Stop being so stubborn and take a damned sick day! It won’t kill you to take it easy for once.” She saw him wince slightly at the volume of her voice, and felt immediately guilty, softening her tone. “Take the time, Jethro. I’ll tell your team you’re covering at FLETC, they’ll never know.” She could see the internal battle he was having, the need to always be strong warring with the overwhelming desire to curl up in bed and be miserable in private.

He tried one more weak protest. “I don’t need- HnnGNNxxxXT! Huh-NNNG!” The sneezes bent him in two, and when he straightened, looking even more tired than a moment before, he had to grab at her desk as he swayed slightly.

“That’s it. I’m making it an order. Go home, go to bed, and stay there until you can stand up properly.”

“But I-”

Goodnight, Jethro.”

He stared at her for several long moments, before bowing his head in acceptance, a tired smile lifting one corner of his mouth.

“’Night, Jen.”

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