Just wrote this up quickly. Just finished my ballet class and I needed something to do/write, so I figured, why not? I hope you enjoy my drabble!
This was Ziva's favorite part of the morning. Of course, it was the most intimate part of the morning as well. Tony's head was against her stomach as he held her close and she played with his hair tenderly, lowly humming a Hebrew song she'd learned years ago. The sun was barely up and the two were half asleep. It was that hour of the morning where everything was perfect; the calm before the storm of the day. It was that perfect moment when the rest of the world didn't exist and all that mattered was the two of them. They weren't worrying about work or about anyone finding out about their relationship. No talk about work or traumas or pasts they'd both rather forget. Just them, in a poorly lit room, early in the morning, listening to each other's slow breathing.
Tony placed a kiss on her stomach and whispered, "We'll have to get up soon, Ziva."
Ziva let out a low groan and whispered, "Just one moment with us like this?"
He couldn't complain, it was his favorite part of their mornings together as well. "I love you, Zee," came his gently reminder.
"I love you too," she replied, looking down at him, her dark eyes dancing happily.
