December 19, 2014
1900 Hours

"What did you bring me?" she demanded, glaring at him.

"Chocolate Chip Devil's Food Cheesecake," he offered, shaking the bag containing the treat.

"Oh, good choice! I think I'll keep you," she moaned, in anticipation of her dessert.

"Oh, really? You didn't sound so sure of that, a few hours ago, Sweet Cheeks."

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December 19, 2014
1300 Hours

"I don't think I can do this anymore, Tony."

"Yes, Ziva, you can."

"No, please. Just let me up."

"I think we're past the point of no return, Ziva; just lay still and do what you're told," he ordered.

"You are enjoying this, aren't you, DiNozzo? Getting to boss the big bad Ninja around..."

"Immensely," he grinned.

"Tony!"

"Shhh... it'll be all right. It only hurts for a minute."

"That is easy for you to say. You are not the one... ow! When we are through with this, I will never let you touch me again."

"Oh, come on, Ziva. This is fun. It's exciting," he cajoled.

"It's always a thrill for the man," she growled. "But it is the woman who ends up in this undignified position - on her back, exposed and vulnerable."

"You've given this a lot thought, haven't you?" he chuckled.

"Well, when the climax takes a while to happen, you have a lot of time to think."

"Easy, Ziva. Just breathe. Are your legs tired? We can change positions," he offered.

"No time. Oh, God, I think it's... oh..."

"Just let it happen."

"Push, Ziva..."

"Push again..."

"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. DiNozzo... You have a son."