"So how’d I do?"
A sigh escapes the warm weight resting against him, her small body curling into his side under soft, pink sheets. He leans over her to extinguish the butterfly lamp glowing from beside her bed, and she’s brushing away stray curls from sleepy eyes as his gaze settles on her.
She covers her mouth as she yawns; her other hand curling around the sleeve of his work shirt as she snuggles closer.
"I liked the story," He chuckles as her words come out slurred and her eyes begin to droop; the molten brown barely visible between her thick lashes and heavy eyelids. He brushes his hand across her cheek, and she smiles against his palm. "But it’s not how momma tells it."
And though he’s no ninja, and he has no Gibbs’ sense, his eyes flit toward the shadow of the cracked door, meeting the amused eyes of the woman whom had quietly appeared in the middle of their bedtime tale. She smirks at his wounded expression, but remains silent, hidden in the dark of the hall.
"And how does she tell the story?" He tugs lightly at her ear, and chuckles lowly at her half-hearted effort to swat his hand away; her arm falling tiredly across his chest.
"Momma says the prince rescued the princess." She is hardly audible now; drifting swiftly off to sleep. She murmurs softly, "And then they lived happily ever after.”
She seems satisfied with her short version of her mother’s bedtime story, falling silent as her breathing evens out. But now he is the one intrigued by the tale, and he is curious to know how this other story ends.
He looks up quickly to Ziva, who remains concealed in the door’s shadow.
"What happened to the princess?" Tony prods, tapping her tiny hand that’s still curled around his sleeve.
She pulls her face away slightly from her pillow, and her eyes are fully closed now. But she licks her lips and continues, slurred.
"The princess was lost in the desert," She yawns again. "But the prince found her and saved her, even when she thought she’d never see him again."
Her head lolls against his arm once more, and this time her breathing evens out for good. He doesn’t dare move though, too enraptured by the peaceful little girl snuggled against him and her bedtime tale. And though she now sleeps, her hand doesn’t uncurl nor loosen from his shirt.
Ziva emerges from the doorway, her feet never making a sound before the small mattress dips with her weight from the little girl’s other side.
He turns his head to regard her, watching as she softly tangles her fingers into their daughter’s curls.
"Apparently the princess is better at bedtime stories than the prince."
A small smile tugs at her lips, and in the low glow of the room’s nightlight, he can make out a faint blush tinging her cheeks.
"The prince is still a very good father." She murmurs, and though she doesn’t meet his teasing eyes, she snakes her free hand across their daughter to tangle with his. Her smile grows, leaning forward to press a kiss to the top of their daughter’s head. "And the princess loves him for that."
Orphan Black meme » 7 funny moments (1/7)
We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love.
That is our great glory and our great tragedy.
me too, Arya, me tooooo
This whole scene is golden.
you could hear arya going through puberty
"Sometimes I think everyone is just pretending to be brave, and none of us really are. ”