They landed softly on her eyelids, his fingertips. No words needed, the familiarity rendered the playful act of sneaking up and surprising her pointless; she knew that touch like no other.
Ziva's mouth carefully drew into a smile as those same fingertips gently moved towards her shoulders, barely touching the sides of her face and grazing her neck ever-so-slightly before his right hand came to rest. Her eyes remained closed as she took in his presence, the heat from his hand enduring as he moved it from her shoulder to the base of her neck.
Ziva could feel the pause, his fingertips lingering momentarily amidst the curls, as if savouring the smoothness of her skin and the softness of her hair. Tenderly, he swept her locks over her left shoulder, her neck bristling at its exposure to the air. Her eyes opened abruptly at the sudden absence of his touch but she kept her gaze affixed straight ahead, the warmth of his body behind her assuring that he was not far away.
The hovering star forced her focus to shift as it hung in front of her for merely a moment, the light catching one of the gold points before it was lowered. Once again Ziva closed her eyes, this time as his fingertips delicately drew the cool chain around her neck, her skin prickling at the movement as the act bore a significance only the two of them could ever understand.
As the clasp fastened, his fingers traced a careful path down her back before continuing around her waist and she sighed, allowing herself to be absorbed into his embrace. Then, where her neck met her right shoulder, she felt his lips land lightly before his breath brushed her ear with a whisper:
'Welcome home'.