Tony and Ziva lounged on Tony's couch, watching Blades of Glory. This was a typical Saturday night for them when neither had plans: ordering takeout and watching movies. It wasn't particularly exciting, but it had become almost a tradition for them, and although neither would admit it, they did enjoy hanging out together.
Tonight, however, the Will Ferrell movie was boring Ziva to death, and so she decided to bother Tony. She leaned against the arm rest of the couch, stretched her legs out in front of her, and stole a glance at Tony's face. He was completely immersed in the movie.
Grinning, she plopped her bare feet into his lap.
"Hey!" He immediately tore his gaze away from the TV screen and threw his hands up. "Get those away from me!"
Ziva wiggled her toes in his face, and he swatted them away. "My feet are sore, Tony."
"How is making me smell them going to help you with that?"
"I would like you to rub them."
Tony stared at her in horror. "No way, Jose."
She furrowed her brow. "Who is Jose?"
"Nobody. Look, I am not rubbing your feet. Rub your own feet."
"What's the point of relieving pain from my feet by making my hands sore?"
The two locked eyes, and a few seconds later, Tony somehow found himself massaging Ziva's feet.
"Ahhh." Ziva closed her eyes and tilted her head back. "I have you wrapped around my finger, yes?"
"Of course you would get that saying right," Tony muttered. To her, he said, "I am not wrapped around your finger."
"You are rubbing my feet after stating quite explicitly that you would not."
"If you don't shut up, I'm gonna throw you out of here."
Ziva shut up, but Tony kept rubbing her feet, and she had to suppress a smile when she realized that she had won this argument.
My writer's block has kind of gone away- this popped into my head without being forced at all! Whoohoo! Hope you enjoyed it. Review?