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A bolt of electricity shot through her body, ripping her from her deep slumber and making her instantly aware. All of her senses were on overdrive as she took in her surroundings, before finally settling on what had awoken her - the alarm.

"Ugh." She relaxed and flopped back down onto the bed. Sunlight trickled in through the curtains, warming her. She kicked the blankets down a bit, kicking the man beside her as she did so. He grunted and half-heartedly tried to kick her back, only managing to sleepily tap her leg.

"The alarm is on your side, Tony."

"Nngghfp." He burrowed his face further into the pillow, hair sticking up at all angles. Ziva snorted and reached over him, turning the alarm off and allowing her arm to trail across his bare back. She snuggled in closer until her mouth was right beside his ear.

"Tony... If you wake up now, we may have time for a little strenuous exercise before we go to work. And I am not talking about running." She smirked as his eyes finally opened and a slow grin spread across his face.

"I have been sort of lazy lately. A good workout would probably be a good idea." All thoughts of sleep were quickly abandoned as an arm snaked it's way around her neck, drawing her face in close for a kiss, and another went around her waist, as he pulled her body over his.

"Mmm, we cannot be late again. Gibbs will begin to suspect."

He captured her lips in his own quickly. "Gibbs knows everything. I'm sure we'll be getting a lecture soon."

Another quick kiss. "Are you not nervous? We are breaking Rule 12, he is not going to be very happy."

Another kiss, longer. "I would face the wrath of a hundred angry Gibbs', Ziva, as long as I know that you will be beside me when I wake up tomorrow."

A small smile touched her lips at the sudden admission of feelings. Touched, she lifted a hand and let her thumb trail down his cheek and over his lips, tracing their outline, before covering them quickly with her own lips; open, hungry, passionate.

Tony reached down to grab the blankets and pull them back up, but Ziva grabbed his hand. "Leave them. I like to look."

"I like your style, Ziva David."