A/N: Ok, here's something that popped into my head after watching last night's episode. I know that it's totally perception and interpretation with those two, but I'm becoming more and more convinced that they're already secretly together.
Tony wrapped his arms around the woman he'd just come home with and began kissing her face in fast, passionate pecks all over. His hand tangled in her hair and his other arm pulled her as close as possible to his aching body.
"I'm not sure how much longer I can keep this up, Ziva. I especially hate when Gibbs sends me somewhere without you. I can hack it if I can see you, but if I have to go more than two hours without at least looking into your beautiful eyes, I feel like it's summer all over again," Tony managed to get the words out between feverish kisses and caresses.
Ziva was no longer shocked by Tony's newfound honesty and willingness to talk about the darkest period in both of their lives. They had come to the mutual understanding that it actually helped them recover more fully from it. She affectionately returned his gestures, but managed to drop her backpack and disentangle his from his shoulder and down his arm and also onto the floor. She took both of their jackets off and turned their bodies to hang them on the coat rack, all the while submitting to Tony's ministrations. She knew that she needed to be in contact with him as much as he needed it from her. They both still struggled to believe in their new reality.
"I don't know how he did it. Even if I had amnesia, I'm quite certain I could never forget you. I definitely wouldn't ever marry anyone else over money!" Tony pulled back long enough to cup her face with his hands and then kiss her deeply on the mouth. "God, I love you so much."
Ziva looked at Tony's earnest green eyes and returned his kiss. "I love you, too Tony, but we are not married!" Ziva laughed.
"Yet!" Tony laughed along. "Don't think I didn't catch your ring size last week, missy!" he squinted at her.
"I think you might actually have amnesia, Tony. My name is Ziva, not Missy," she laughed, pulling away to walk into the kitchen.
"Oh, you know what I meant…nice deflection, though. I can take a hint to drop a conversation, Zi, it's okay."
Ziva stifled a giggle. "What do you feel like having for dinner tonight, amore mio?"
"Well, I was thinking we could get dressed up and go out for a nice, fancy dinner, but you've seriously made me rethink those plans, nechama sheli," Tony teased.
"Oh, Tony, stop it! You and I both know you have no intention of taking me up on a marriage proposal after a simple slip of the mouth about my ring size!"
"It's slip of the tongue, Zi, and if you keep being so mean to me in front of the team, I would agree with you!" Tony pouted.
Ziva turned from her search of the refrigerator and walked over to where Tony continued to pout. This time, she cupped his face in her hands and kissed him deeply. "Oh my furry little bear, you know that if I suddenly did not insult you in any way that they would be suspicious! But, I will try to tone it down if it really bothers you." She ran her hands down his neck and over his chest, moving up his shoulders and down his biceps. Tony shuddered.
"You know you can make me forget my name when you touch me like that," he laughed. "And you can insult me as much as you want!"
"And you know that if I touched you like this while I insulted you at work that there would be absolutely no point in my continuing to insult you," Ziva breathed in his ear.
"I know that if we move this discussion into the bedroom I won't think about you insulting me at work for at least a week," Tony panted while gently dragging them towards the hallway.
"And you know that I know that if we continue this discussion in the bedroom that I will have to doubly insult you tomorrow to pull you out of your reverie about tonight so that you do not inadvertently give us away," Ziva whispered.
"Then, I suppose it's a good thing we're so good at keeping secrets, Agent David," Tony said as he closed the bedroom door.
You know what's frightening? The idea that there are millions of people walking around this world who have NO internal monologue. Chew on that one for awhile. Scary, isn't it?