Author's note : Hello ! So, it is my first fanfiction written in English ! Tony and Ziva have shared hotel rooms several times in NCIS and I felt like I really had to write about it ! It is going to be a four-part story I think and the second chapter is almost finished so I will probably be able to post it soon.
And because, writing what we think happened before Jetlag (7x13) has become a classic for a fanfiction writer, I always wanted to do my own version. So this is the first chapter ! Not really original but this is what I think really happened. If you are looking for sex scenes, there won't be any, it is mostly fluff.
Also, as English is not my native language, I apologize if there are mistakes. Feel free to correct me !
Enjoy ! And don't forget to review !
(Of course, neither NCIS nor the characters belong to me, sadly. All rights belong to CBS.)
Paris, France
They had landed at the airport at eight pm, both exhausted from the long flight during which they had barely slept. The night had already fallen on the French city. By the time they made it to their hotel, it was already late because of the Parisian traffic that was particularly heavy this day. As Tony took their suitcases out of the cab's trunk, his partner went to the reception where she was met by a very young and visibly stressed employee. She gave her their names and waited while the girl went throughtout the clients' files. Ziva frowned as she saw the woman blushing. She asked her what was happening in french.
"Je suis désolée, il semblerait qu'il y ait eu une erreur lors de la réservation. Je ne peux vous donner qu'une seule chambre pour vous deux, toutes les autres sont prises..."
As Tony walked toward his partner, he could hear her speaking with a charming receptionist, sounding rather exasperated. She turned around to face him, swearing in hebrewsomething he didn't understand.
"Only one room left ! There was a problem with the reservation and all the other rooms are taken because of an embroidery meeting. Told me we'll have to make due or find another hotel they can't do anything.
-I see..well ! It'll remind us memories ! He answered, flashing her his most-charming DiNozzo smile. She shot him a death glare and walked toward the elevator not even bothering to answer.
When they entered the room, they were met with an unexpected turn of event. The room was charming, in a very cosy-style and modern colors. But there was only one bed.
"She certainly forgot to mention that ..., whispered Ziva,
-Well, well...DiNozzo said grinning, this is getting even more interesting
-I hardly see how you would find interesting that you are going to sleep on the floor Tony.
-Oh no no no no miss Da-veed, No way I'll do. And if you don't think we are adult enough to share a bed, then feel free to sleep on the floor ! But I certainly won't.
-Okay, she finally gave in, but you, she added pointing an accusating finger at him, keep your hands to yourself or I will make you regret it. I am going to take a shower."
He nodded absently and made himself comfortable on the bed, turning on the tv and looking for a good movie to watch.
She quickly unpacked her suitcase and took what she needed before heading to the bathroom. When the hot water starts to run down her body, she finally relaxed and let out a breath she didn't realise she was holding. If she was true to herself, sharing a bed with Tony worried her a bit. She didn't know how they would react in such close intimacy and she doesn't want them to waste their relationship because of one night and a reservation error. After a while, the sound of water and the orange-blossom scent of her shower-gel allowed her to calm down. They were both professional enough to behave, she told herself before exiting the bathroom.
"Your turn ! I am finished.
-I think I'll shower tomorrow, I am too tired...
She shot him an exasperated glare. He could be so childish at some times...
-You smell, DiNozzo. If you are willing to sleep on the bed, you go take a shower now.
-Ok, fine..., he sighed, Anything for you, milady."
He made a point of brushing past her on his way to the bathroom and stopped abruptly, sniffing loudly toward his partner.
"You do smell really good sweetcheeks, he said sounding surprised, is that orange-blossom ? I never noticed you smelled like this... Are you trying to seduce me by wearing my favorite perfume ?
She rolled her eyes. She was in no-mood to joke this night.
-They didn't have my usual shower-gel at the mall last time. I bought another one. And who in the world has a "favorite perfume" ?
-Well I really like it. And to answer your question, pretty much everyone has actually, I am sure even Gibbs has one !"
She rolled her eyes once more (but made a mental note to buy orange-blossom-scented product again from time to time) and went to sit on her side of the bed, taking the book she bought at the airport. After a while, he opened the bathroom door and get out, rubbing his hair with a towel. He was shirtless, and she couldn't help but let her gaze linger on his torso. He noticed her staring, and smirked.
-Interesting book ? He asked, still grinning at the interest she took in watching his body, see anything you like ?
-In your dreams" she snapped back at him focusing on her book again.
A moment later, both of them comfortably sat in the bed they shared a watching a movie Tony had managed to find with English subtitles. It was a French romantic comedy named La Doublure , which he found rather good. Ziva had fallen asleep quickly, the long flight had really exhausted her. At the end of the movie, he put her book aside, turned off the tv and the lights and settled in bed, taking care of staying on his side and not touching her. A sleeping Ziva can be pretty dangerous and he wasn't suicidal. A few moments later, he felt Ziva shift in her sleep and move closer to him, her head coming to rest on his shoulder. She whispered something he didn't really understand about being cold. Tony knew he should reject her but he just couldn't resign himself to do so. "She is so gonna kill when she'll wake up" he murmured to himself when he put his arms around her to pull her closer to him, inhaling her perfume, the mixture of the orange-blossom with her personal scent. Hypnotizing and intoxicating.
In the middle of the night, she woke up because of a nightmare (since her return from Somalia it has been rare that she managed to sleep throughout the entire night without having any...) and found herself in her partner's arms, embraced in his scent. She immediately relaxed and enjoyed the warmth his body provided her. In only a few minutes, she fell asleep again.
When she woke up the next morning, he was already gone. She notices a note he left on the nightstand. Recognizing immediately her coworker's handwriting, she took it and read it,.
Sweetcheeks, I'm off to visit the city of love ! Didn't have the heart to wake you up. See you later !
(I didn't know you were such a cuddler ...)
She could perfectly picture him smirking as he wrote the last line, the corner of his lips going slightly upward and his eyes sparkling with pride for what he thought was a clever and witty sentence. It made her smile. She was really glad she had him in her life.