A/N: Hi guys I'm back and in English this time cause I find myself much more inspired in this language than in French. So that's a super-mini drabble I came up with today.
It had lasted too long. Sometimes things need to stop for life's sake. It didn't matter how delicious this playful banter was and how it lightened up his days. It wasn't funny anymore, it stopped being funny the day it started to hurt, when his heart started to ache. He couldn't bare to see her happy when he knew he wasn't the cause of her joy. It was so terribly egocentric but he couldn't help it.
Obviously, he would never admit willingly that he loved her, that was too easy, it would mean she had won. Won this little sadistic game they had been playing for too long, toying shamelessly with eachother's urges and feelings.
They kept pushing eachother away, fighting the need to open up. Everytime there was a small crack in one of their respective walls, the other brought enough cement and bricks to rebuild the White House, just have the pleasure to break it slowly, again and again.
Six years of tension were enough. Six was a good number, you could divide it by one, two, three and...six. The number strangely mattered to him, had he waited thirteen years, he would wait another one to make the first step. No life decisions should be taken on a thirteen something.
He needed her now. You know how people say the wait makes everything better? Well it's true until a certain point. There's this limit, this betraying limit you don't know about until you reach it. Past it, desire becomes bitterness.
Tony was afraid he came closer closer to this invisible line, it was time to act.
More than a stray of hair replaced behind her ear, he wanted to bury his hands in her hot brown curls.
More than a kiss on the cheek, he wanted to capture her perfect lips and make the world fade around them.
More than this stupid sexual tension, he wanted rainy sundays in bed, her small figure laying next to him.
The wait was over.
He lifted his eyes from the form he wasn't filling and let them wonder upon her face for a little while, aware of how earth-shattering the next minutes would be.
"Ziva, can we talk?"