Don't own NCIS
It had been a night of wild passion it always was, all those years apart had left them full of need. At first she'd held herself back, her strength was a lot for some men and it was important to cause pleasure not pain. He'd let out moans, he'd begged for more and at that point she knew he could take it. As she let herself go putting in full energy and strength so did he not that he realised he could. He always assumed he was good, no woman had ever complained, but as the finger nails on his back got stronger and the nibbles on his neck turned to bites he felt himself change into much more than he'd ever been. Their first night has left them both shocked at their and their partners strength. After that it only got better, they learned from each other, he knew what would make her gasp and she knew what would make him grown.
So now the two bruised bodies lay between the sheet happy for a weekend alone. The sun shone though the window waking them both. Tony squinted,
'Someone should really go close that curtain' Ziva rolled over to her side only half awake throwing her head under a pillow.
'You are more than welcome to close it Tony'
'And why should I do it Ze-vaah' She let out a slight moan and groggily turn around to face him
'Because if not I will shot you.'
'With you, that's not so funny' He said with mocked seriousness
She pulled her hand out from under the covers and up to his head revealing her gun. Still groggy, she spoke
'Who said I was joking'