The light poured into the room illuminating all the floating dust particles. Tony took a second to come around from his deep sleep. He ran his hand along the space in the bed next to him, his heart sank as it glided through the emptiness. Sitting up instantly Tony looked around confused. He hadn't taken her for the type to leave before the morning. More than disappointed he pulled himself out of bed when he heard a crash and shout come from his kitchen. He ran across the room, grabbing his gun from the drawer and in one swift movement he flung open the door aiming at the source of the noise.
It took a moment to fully process what he was looking at. His usually pristine kitchen was covered in saucepans, the oven was on and the contents of his fridge seemed to be emptied out all over the place. In the centre of the room Ziva stood cursing and clutching her hand. Tony looked at her shocked. She was wearing his oversized t-shirt, her brown hair still messy from the night before with her soft curls framing her face beautifully. Her large Bambi eyes looked up at him.
"Tony…I….I was just… making you breakfast" she said slightly taken back by the gun pointed at her. Tony lowered it and couldn't help but just stand there and take it all in. She hadn't left. She had stayed. Ziva David was stood in his kitchen in his t-shirt cooking him breakfast. She was still clutching her hand.
"Ziva David, who knew you were a domestic goddess?" Tony joked, quickly walking over, placing the gun on the side and brushing a curl off her face, tucking it behind her ear. She smiled as he brushed the flour off her face. "Are you hurt?" He said looking at the frying pan and its contents scattered over the floor.
"I am fine Tony, the pan was just hotter than I expected that is all" she mumbled looking down at her obviously burnt hand. Tony took her by the wrist and planted her burnt hand under the tap. His body was pressed against hers and she could feel his warm breath against the side of her neck. She slowly looked over her shoulder and met his eyes. She felt safe, cared for and for the first time in a long time loved.
"So, last night…" Ziva started, unsure whether to continue or not when Tony interrupted "…Was perfect" Ziva felt the weight of the world lift off her shoulders. All the doubts about ruining their 'friendship' had gone straight out the window. The small voice in the back of her head, casting doubts on Tony's feelings toward her vanished. "Perfect." She repeated, it came out quieter than she expected but her eyes said it all.
Her grin was met by Tony's as he effortlessly turned her around to face him. "You are perfect Ziva" he whispered pulling her in closer. He hated that she didn't know that. It was his aim from now on to make her realise just how perfect she was. It was his duty to make her feel how she deserved. She put her hand on his chest as he lifted her chin up so their eyes met once more. This time, instead of planting a kiss on her forehead, he moved his lips to meet hers. Without breaking the long passionate kiss he lifted her onto the kitchen surface and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her arms wrapped around his neck and all pain had disappeared from her burnt hand. Ziva could feel Tony's start to smile just as his phone rung in the next room but both of them were to lost in the moment to care. They were together and it was perfect, that was all that mattered for the moment.