Drabble challenge on the NCIS ff forum. Character- Tony. Prompt- Guilt.
First attempt at something like this so feedback appreciated. :) Also, if you have any prompts for a drabble, just let me know in a review or message and I'll give it a shot.
Disclaimer: NCIS is not mine. Not now, not ever. However sad that might make me.
Spoilers: One Last Score
Tony/Guilt
The water from the shower is still hot on her lips when he kisses her. She tastes of the strawberry shampoo he can smell in her hair, as if his senses are getting confused and disorientated. His hand is cold, pressed against the bathroom tile behind her head, as he leans in closer.
It's just a kiss. Fairly chaste and over quickly, even though they moved slowly. Two single, consenting adults who are attracted to each other. And yes, there is Rule 12 to think of, but Tony knows as he looks at her, that the guilt he feels has nothing to do with rules and Gibbs and the fact they're coworkers.
He knows this because all he could think of while their lips were pressed together was that she should taste like honey, not strawberry, and that she was pliant instead of passionate, and that his fingers yearned to be playing with dark hair, not light.
So now he stands alone, having rejected her offer of dinner, with his cell phone in his hand, gazing down at the name he wants to call. His thumb hovers over the call button.
Then he remembers Ray and Rule 12 and that this is Ziva and him and it has never been that easy. He clenches his jaw, turns off the phone and drives home alone, the guilt eating at him all the way.