AN: Doesn't really have a storyline, just popped into my head while lighting candles in my bath ;)
Ziva David had just come home from a long hard day at work and like any other woman was just looking for some peace and quiet.
She hadn't showered in days and she felt rough after the case that lasted just over a week had ended. She walked into her bedroom and stripped. In the bathroom she ran some hot water and sat on the edge with a glass of wine. Pouring copious amounts of random liquids in the water she started to gently move her hand into the water splashing it a little to make some bubbles. Yeh I know what you're thinking, former Mossad agent now NCIS Probie playing with bubbles? That would be a sight to see even if she was fully clothed.
The perception Ziva gave off was that she wasn't girly but underneath that hard Israeli ninja skin she was just a little girl that loves Ben and Jerry's and thinks George Clooney is to die for. In the end she wants a big white wedding and a handsome strong husband and little children running around in her grand white-picket-fence-house. but now she was starting to think her past was going to dictate her future.
As she took out the candles, sorry scented candles out of her cabinet she thought about what Tony would think. Ziva David taking a bath with scented candles? She could just see his face. The thought made her smile a little and the stress from work seemed to slip away slightly; as did her clothes.
The smell from the strawberry and cream candles filled the room as she sank into the hot water and sighed. Her mind drifted away to a world which didn't include criminals, Mossad, emotional difficulties, or well...clothes. Hands slipping underneath the water, she knew instantly which fantasy to pick - the fantasy that relieved the most stress.
Her fingertips started caressing her body like she imagined he would, a small moan escaped her. Eyes closed and head leaned back she was reeling through the fantasies as one would reel through a bunch of films.
'Hmm... in the shower, in the kitchen, in the cinema, at work...' she muttered to see which she was in the mood for. 'Ah at work...'
Her fingers knew exactly which spot to hit to give her the most pleasure and her mind knew which scenes to play. Along with both it wasn't long until the young Agent reached her toe-curling climax. Her eyes still closed, she went back in for seconds. This was the advantage to women being able to have multiple orgasms.
It wasn't until she smelled something burning that her fingers stopped. Her eyes slowly opened to see a fire starting. She had accidently knocked one of the candles over in amidst her body crumbling orgasm.
Mossad mode kicked in, and she grabbed the bottle of water next to her and threw it on the fire.
It only seemed to make the fire worse. She stepped out of the tub and out of the bathroom and it was then that she saw in her hand wasn't a bottle of water, it was the wine she had taken in with her to help her relax. But she wasn't relaxing now.