"Okay, so. I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yes."
Tony had walked Ziva to her front door and they now stood in front of it, saying their goodbyes. Except he wasn't leaving, and she was making no attempt to step into the apartment. The movie had run late, and it was dark; the moon was all they had to see by.
"I had fun," he said, stuffing his hands in his jeans pockets.
"So did I," she replied, raising her eyebrow at him. She seemed to be waiting for something, but he wasn't sure, so he didn't take the risk.
Fortunately, she did.
Ziva slipped her hand behind his neck, stood on her tiptoes, and pulled his lips to hers. Tony's hands rested on her hips, pulling her closer. They stayed pressed together, both reveling in this moment that had finally arrived.
She broke the kiss, and their eyes met for just a moment before he went in for another.
It was blissful but not numbing, passionate but not hungry. They weren't going to take this too far; if they rushed into this, they could put their partnership, their friendship, in jeopardy.
They couldn't let that happen again.
And so they kissed on Ziva's doorstep, and this time, Tony pulled away first. He cleared his throat, but then smiled and started to walk away, calling, "'Night!"
Once he was in his car and backing out of his parking space, Ziva entered her apartment with a very wide, very uncharacteristic grin on her face. A grin caused by just one kiss.