The smells of sex was in the air. The candles had burned themselves out long ago and the rose petals had wilted onto the sheets, or at least what few remained on the bed. The two lovers, still wrapped in each other's arms, had wide smiles plastered on their faces: It had been one hell of a wedding night.
"Should we sell the tape?" Tony asked. Ziva laughed quietly, slapping her lover playfully. "Oh, we should redo it?" he smirked. She shook her head, eying the sunlight peeking out from under the closed curtains.
"We can't exactly stay here forever, Tony, and I thought we were going to keep this more low-key," Ziva whispered, gathering the few remaining blankets around herself and moving off to the bathroom. "I have loved you for a very long time, Tony, and I've always wanted a night like this, but I don't want people to know I'm back in the area."
"Forgive me for wanting to showcase my love," Tony smiled, following her to the bathroom without covering himself. Despite the numerous times they'd shared each other's comfort the night before, he was still erect. "Ziva, I was only kidding about the tape. I know how important your privacy is. That's why we went with a ceremonial wedding instead of a legal one."
"Tony? I don't really like peeing with a rock-hard man in the room," Ziva grinned, pushing Tony's erect penis away from her face. He obeyed, moving outside the door. "I know you respect my wishes, my love, but I'm serious about timing. Gibbs already knows for sure because he's Gibbs. If you stay too long, the others will know for sure."
"Can we go one last time? It could be weeks or months before I see you again," Tony smiled, eying his new wife as she emerged from the bathroom. She dropped the linens, smiling as Tony's penis bobbed with delight.
Their lips met, their tongues dancing as they moved in an intimate dance. The couple moved towards the bed. Ziva landed on top, allowing Tony to caress her breasts as they tasted each other. Ziva knew she was ready, and she positioned Tony underneath her.
As soon as he was in, Tony's phone buzzed on the table. Ziva smirked: She could see the call was from Gibbs.
"I'll be done by the third buzz," she said, riding him with a very fast, sultry rhythm. The first buzzing stopped as she began to moan quietly. Tony was just long enough to hit the right spot within her and just the right girth to massage her from almost every angle.
By the time the second buzz began, there was too much wetness for Tony to know if he'd came or not. The pleasure was intense, and seeing Ziva so happy above him made him even happier.
Ziva was right. By the time the second buzz stopped and the third began, she was just a panting mass on top of Tony.
"DiNozzo, you coming back today?" Gibbs asked.
"After I...shower. Just finished...working out," Tony panted. He was just as worn out as Ziva from the pleasure.
"Sounds great to me. Tell your new bride I said hello," Gibbs smirked, ending the call.
The two loved smirked, enjoying their last few moments together.
"Remind me to get you something before I come back, just for knowing Gibbs so well," Tony said, giving her one last intense kiss before heading back to NCIS for work.
Ziva lay in the mess of love she and Tony had made. She looked up to the camera on the dresser, the red light now faded. She smiled to herself. She'd use whatever was on the tape to keep her company while she and Tony were apart. She might even send him a copy.
"Nah," she smiled, throwing her head back and eying the closed curtains. She stood, prancing to the window. She threw open the curtains, not even bothering to cover herself. She was Tony's official woman now, and that was all the covering she needed.
~End