The prompt was "fight/flight" and I sort of broke it up into "fight" and "flight." I don't own NCIS.
"This is just stupid, Ziva. Why are you turning this into an argument?"
"It is not stupid, Tony. We are moving too fast. You should not be thinking of things like that after dating for a month."
"Ziva," he said, shaking his head.
The partners were in Ziva's living room, sitting on the couch. For once, the television was not on. When Tony was over there would be a movie playing even if they weren't watching it. Now though, there was no movie. They were just fighting because Ziva wouldn't let the issue go.
"What? Tony, I told you this. We are going too fast."
"How are we going too fast, Ziva? We've been dating for a month-"
"Which is why this is entirely too fast!" she interrupted.
"And we've been sleeping together on and off for five years now," DiNozzo finished, shooting her a glance.
Ziva groaned and closed her eyes, her hands rubbing her temples gently. "Tony, please. I just-"
"I thought you wanted something permanent, Ziva," he interrupted, still slightly mad.
It was her turn to get mad now. "Do not start with me, Tony," she said, raising a finger to him.
"Answer my question. Do you want something permanent or not?"
She had mentioned it in passing to him once. How he could remember that when it was a few months ago...Ziva shook her head. She got up off of the couch and headed towards the hallway closet. Opening it quickly, Ziva got out sneakers and the orange hat that once belonged to Roy. She shut the closet, put on her shoes and the put on the hat before leaving her apartment without another word. She needed to get out; she needed to go for a run. She was taking flight from the argument.
She returned over an hour later. Ziva was drenched in sweat and without even acknowledging Tony she turned and headed right towards the bathroom.
Ziva had been in the shower for five minutes when the door opened. "Tony, do not come in here," she warned angrily.
The senior field agent ignored her though and shut the door before undressing and getting in the shower with her. Tony wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck gently.
She ignored him though, and continued with her routine. She tried to push Tony away, but he had a firm hold on her waist and he started to bite at her neck before his kisses traveled down her body.
A soft moan involuntarily escaped her lips, and Ziva finally turned to face Tony. "Tony, stop," she whispered.
He pressed his lips against hers passionately though, pulling her close. And in one moment, he was inside of her, a low groan in his throat.
Ziva gasped, surprised, but her body melted with his and she wrapped her arms around his neck, the water now hitting her back.
He pushed her over the edge within a few minutes; they never did anything in the shower. It was new and exciting and Ziva couldn't get enough of it. He pushed her past her limits, all while pushing himself as well.
They were holding onto each other, the water still hitting Ziva's back. Breathing heavily, Ziva placed a kiss on Tony's lips. "Fine," she murmured, nuzzling her face in his neck.
"Fine what?"
"You are right," she said, slowly pulling away from him and turning off the water. Ziva pulled back the shower curtain and reached for a towel, wrapping it around her body. Stepping out of the shower she replied, "You can keep some clothes here."
Smirking, Tony reached for the other hanging towel and wrapped it around his waist before stepping out of the shower and standing behind Ziva. He placed a hand on her waist and then turned her so that she was looking at him. "Thank you, Ziva," he said, kissing her lips.
She kissed him back, placing a hand on his cheek. Maybe they weren't moving too fast. Maybe they were going at the perfect speed.