Just Pillow Talk
Author's note: Don't own NCIS & this is just a piece to keep you going whilst I type up Copper.
Tony tells Ziva he loves her, but she thinks it's just pillow talk. Short fluffy piece.
"I love you." Tony told Ziva's shoulder as he held her after what he would call their lovemaking. Ziva gave him a sassy smile and replied "of course you do because you know you'll never have a woman better than me." Tony laughed and turned it back on her, but inside both their hearts were breaking. Ziva didn't believe any man could love her outside the bedroom when she was such damaged goods. Tony couldn't believe he had finally shared a part of his heart and the woman didn't even bloody believe him. That night sleep did not come easy to either one of them.
Through the night Tony had decided he would not rest until Ziva believed he loved her, so early the next morning he crept out of bed to prepare Ziva's favourite breakfast. Silently Tony pulled a bag of croissants out of the freeze, wincing at every slight crackle the bag made. After filling them he left them to heat in the open as he tip toed to turn on the coffee maker before going to finish setting the table. Only just before he reached the table, Tony felt his foot get caught on something and as he tried to shake it off, he lost his balance and came crashing down.
Ziva awoke with a start at a loud bang. Grabbing her gun & throwing on one of Tony's shirts, Ziva slunk down the stairs. She heard Tony moan in pain and barged into the kitchen gun held at the ready, only to find Tony tangled up in a table cloth trying to yank her bra she'd worn the day before off his foot. Ziva couldn't help herself; she had to laugh at him. Tony glared at her which only made Ziva laugh harder. "That's the last time I'm going to put myself out for the woman I love." Tony grumbled to himself. Ziva froze. Tony had used the "L" world again and this time he wasn't in the sex afterglow or drunk or... Ziva couldn't find a reason other than Tony lying to himself, for him to be saying he loved her.
Tony's shoulders slumped as he saw her freeze. Why did he always seem to stuff up where Ziva was concerned. He killed her boyfriend, nearly lost her, nearly died himself and now she looked ready to run all the way back to Israel. "Ziva," Tony started tentively. "I don't expect anything from you; I just want you to know the truth."
Ziva looked at him from where she stood, armed curled around her. For the first time she noticed the tempting smell of croissants and coffee. Her lips quirked slightly as she saw Tony's over the top good silverware scattered on the floor around him. "You did all this for me?" She asked quietly. Tony smiled weakly. "Just wanted to make breakfast for my love."
"You mean it's not just cushion talk?" Ziva asked with a little scepticism.
Tony looked confused. Then it dawned on him. "It could never be just pillow talk with a woman as amazing as you." Tony assured her.