A/N: I realize these are getting progressively shorter, but I promise the one I plan on making an actual story out of is coming soon, and it will be longer! This one gets a bit more physical than the others, but nothing explicit. I don't roll like that :) Enjoy!

"Tony. You got McGee a gift, but not me?"

"Relax, my ninja. I brought you something. I just can't give it to you here." He gave her a pointed look before exiting the bullpen in the direction of the men's restroom.

Ziva followed as soon as the coast was clear. She pushed the door open and entered, locking it behind her. Making her way to the counter she turned to face her partner, crossing her arms and leaning against it. She raised her eyebrow in questioning.

"Okay. What is going on, Tony?"

"I'm giving you your present!"

"Which is wher-" the rest of Ziva's question was cut off by Tony's lips on hers. He pulled back after a moment, smile on his face and eyes sparkling with mischief, though Ziva saw through to the underlying fear that lay there as well. His right hand rested on the counter, just beyond her body so that he was very much in her personal space – not that the concept of personal space had ever mattered much to either of them. His left hand rested on Ziva's hip.

"That was your present."

Ziva smirked up at him. "Is that all?"

Tony's jaw dropped at suggestiveness in her voice and implication of what she saying. He gave her a devilish grin.

"Oh no, sweetcheeks. That was just a preview." And with that, Tony backed Ziva up to the wall behind her, trapping her between it and his body and giving her no path of escape as he kissed her first on the lips, then up her jaw where he placed a soft kiss by her earlobe before moving to her neck.

Ziva lifted her head to give him more access and dug her fingers into Tony's shoulders, trying hard not to cry out. Finally, Tony returned to her mouth and Ziva wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him as close as possible. Eventually, the need for oxygen forced the couple apart. They rested their foreheads on each other's, breathing deeply.

"Better?"

"Much."

"Do this again sometime?"

"Please."

"Tonight after dinner?"

"Mhmm."

"So, does this mean you like me?"

"Well," Ziva paused for another kiss. "You are my husband."

"True."

"But no, I do not like you."

Tony pulled back.

"I love you," Ziva said softly.

Tony's face split into a wide grin.

"I love you, too."

Realizing they would probably be missed in the squad room they parted with a final kiss, both grinning like idiots.