This was, essentially, done in a time of utter boredom. Since FF hasn't taken down any of my stories yet, I'll continue to post them. I'm putting this down under EJ/Tony, but really it's T/Z. Because he-LOW, it is T/Z for life. Enjoy! Disclaimed.- Alivia
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They're post-coital interaction has never been exceptionally lively- he blames it partially on the fact he likes to cuddle, and partially on the fact she does not.
There is about two feet between them, her long, bare legs thrown over the arm of the couch; she sips a glass of red wine. She wears but a pair of underwear and his dress shirt, and her focus is solely on the television, which glows upon her face- makes her look almost ghastly, tired.
They are exhausted. The case had been long, and the sex didn't do much to appease their dwindling strength.
Erica Jane Barrett purses her lips abruptly, apparently struck by a thought, and turns her head give her attention to him.
"Tony," she starts, "Have you ever screwed Ziva?"
He chokes on nothing, and begins a coughing fit so hard it has her rubbing his back gently as he hunches over himself, trying, and failing, to catch his breath. His eyes are dripping liquid when he finally recovers, and even then, he's still deer in the headlights, heartbeat uneven.
"Why would you ask that?" he questions her, mouth unbelievably dry.
She makes a face, looking down at her hands in her lap uncomfortably. She wrings them. Eventually, she looks back up, meeting his eyes with her soft blue ones.
"It's not that I'm jealous, I mean- this, whatever this is, is really insignificant. We're not in a relationship. But sometimes I just wonder, you know?"
It's the most flustered he's ever seen her, and that's a feat.
"EJ, we've never," he breaks off, sighing, frustrated. The amount of time he didn't get oxygen to his brain has given him an oncoming migraine. Reaching up to rub his temples lightly, he answers her with as much control as he can muster.
"Ziva and I are partners," he says.
And even though they aren't one for romances, because that's definitely not what this is, he takes her jaw in his grasp, kissing her softly.
To Erica Jane Barrett, Tony Dinozzo's kiss tastes bitter.
Like, maybe, in another time, another place, another life, a betrayal.