Just a little Tiva one-shot I thought up...
Disclaimer: No... that's Spanish for 'no'.
They were lying in his bed, her bare back facing him as he traced the scars on her shoulder with his fingertips.
"Do they ever hurt?"
She stared forward at the wall as she replied, "Physically? No."
He leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on one of the scars, "And emotionally?"
She sighed, "Sometimes, yes."
"I'm sorry, Ziva."
She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, "You have nothing to be sorry for, Tony."
He shook his head, "It's my fault you went on the mission in the first place," he sighed, "I could've, no, should've tried harder to get you to-"
She rolled over to face him and cupped his face in her hands, "No. Do not say that. It is no one's fault but my father's. He sent me on the mission, but you rescued me, Tony. You did. And I am extremely grateful for that," she leaned forward and kissed him gently, "Okay?"
"Alright," he said after a few seconds as she kissed him again and turned back over.
He wrapped his arms around her and began to drift off when he heard her mumble something. He smiled and whispered his reply,
"Ti amo."
A/N: I'm trying to come up with something relatively funny to say here... *sighs* I got nothing... Review!... no that wasn't me trying to be funny... I'm not that bad.