Seriously, there's no plot here. I intended for it to be a one shot, but I'm thinking I'll make it two. It's dirty, so if you don't like dirty then turn around and go read something else. This chapter isn't too badly graphic, but it's rated M for a reason if you get my drift. The next chapter, if one is written, will be very graphic. Just a little warning.
Disclaimer: I would put them in so many compromising positions if they were mine.
Tony rolled over in his nice, warm, cozy bed and opened his ringing cell phone. It took him a second to find his ear, but when he did, he spoke into the phone, "DiNozzo."
"DiNozzo! Get your ass up. We've got a body in Rock Creek Park. He's a Petty Officer…."
He was trying really, really hard to listen to his boss, but he was finding it impossible at the moment. A snore escaped his lips and Gibbs yelled into the phone again. "DiNozzo!"
Tony shot up in the bed like he had been shocked, "I'm up boss."
"Go get David, she's not answering. You both better be here in thirty minutes!"
Tony yawned, "Got it boss." He closed the phone and rubbed his face. He finally looked over at the clock on his table next to the bed, and the red numbers read 5:02 AM.
Rolling his eyes, he slugged out the bed and made his way to the shower. Why did people have to kill other people in the middle of the night? Couldn't it wait until 0600 when he was supposed to get up anyway? He groaned at the thought and got into the shower, turning on the scalding hot water because his body missed the warm comfort of his bed.
And now he had to go all the way to NCIS anyway to get Ziva because her apartment was being fumigated.
He was more than a little hurt when she didn't ask him if she could stay for the three days at his apartment. He knew that she'd asked Abby, Ducky, McGee, Gibbs, and even Palmer. She asked…. Palmer!
But with the Thanksgiving holiday on Thursday this week, everybody's spare bedroom and couch were already taken. Gibbs' Dad, McGee's sister and grandmother, Abby's brothers and their kids, Breena's family, Ducky's brother and nieces and nephews.
Tony didn't have anybody on his couch, and he told her that she was welcome to stay. But she turned him down and said that she'd just use Abby's pad in the ballistic lab. Last night was her first night there and he was even more shocked when she didn't turn up at his door.
He was only making himself mad thinking about it again. He finished dressing and hurried out of his apartment.
He beat his record by 4 minutes flat to get to the federal building, hurrying through security and straight to Abby's lab. When he learned that she wasn't in there but her cell phone was, and that explained the missed calls.
He groaned. His 30-minute time limit was up 10 minutes ago, and Tony could practically feel the head slap already.
He searched all the places he could think of, but she wasn't anywhere to be found.
Bullpen? Nope.
Catwalk? Nah-dah.
Lab? Negative.
Autopsy? No soiree bob.
Evidence Lockup? No way José.
She wasn't in the garage either, and he was just about to call Gibbs and see if she had shown up at the crime scene when he realized he hadn't checked the gym.
That's where she had to be. He clicked the elevator again and when he got down to the gym, he again found it empty. Groaning in frustration, he was about to go home and go to bed when he heard the faint sound of water turning on in the girls' locker room.
Letting out a sigh, he figured he'd give it a try.
He opened the door and heard someone, it didn't sound like Ziva, singing very loudly in the shower.
It couldn't have been Ziva, because Ziva doesn't know any Kesha songs. But nobody in his or her right mind was already at the office. The place was a ghost town.
"Ziva?" He called into the room, his voice echoing a little. But the singing continued, and no one answered.
He tried walking with his eyes closed for a second but couldn't figure out the floor plan. He knew it was exactly like the men's locker room but opposite. He gave up on the walking with eyes closed thing and just hoped he didn't run into any naked chicks…
But then again…
"Ziva?" He called again, moving around the lockers and looking for his partner. Still, he heard the singing and he rolled his eyes. He hated that song. Why would you wake up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy?
He moved to the showers and as he got closer he realized that it was the Israeli singing the obnoxious pop song. "Ziva?"
She stopped and called back to him, "Tony? What are you doing here so early?"
"We've gotta case. Dead body at Rock Creek Park, and yep, we were supposed to be there an hour ago."
"I just got in the shower!" She whined.
He shrugged a shoulder, "Go ahead and finish. We're already late anyway." He sat on the benches in front of the shower and then lay all the way back on them, looking up at the ceiling with his hands behind his head. It was not as warm and cozy as his bed, but it would do in a pinch.
The smell of her shampoo filled his nostrils and he breathed it in deep. He loved the way she smelled. He felt himself get excited for when she got started with her body wash. Then she was going to use it to wash her whole body. Over those curves….
Good grief, he scolded himself. He need to remind himself that she didn't want to stay with him and she really didn't have a valid reason.
She started humming that damn song again and he groaned. "Why are you singing that stupid song?" He asked her.
"I like key-dollar-sign-ha." She shot back.
"You like who?" He was very confused.
"Key-dollar-sign-ha."
He laughed out loud, "It's pronounced Kesha, Ziva."
"Then why is the dollar sign in the middle of it instead of a "s"?
He shrugged his shoulders, "That's just the way she wanted it, I guess."
"I hate the English language. I am only going to speak in Hebrew from now on."
"Then it will be impossible for you to live here." He shot back. She quickly stuck her head out of the shower, a mixture of water and shampoo falling from her hair.
"What in the hell is your problem?"
He turned his head and looked at her, "Right now? This bench is not nearly as comfortable as my bed."
"Over the past three days you have been…bitchy!"
She got all the way back in the shower and he rolled his eyes, looking at the ceiling again. "I have not been bitchy."
"Yes you have. I am not the only one that has noticed, Tony."
He let out a sigh and decided that if they were going to have this argument, it was best to have it when he couldn't look at her.
"I get that way when I've got…" He stopped and searched his brain for the right word, "…a friend that would rather sleep on a pallet on the floor than in a bed."
She poked her head around the curtain again, "What are you talking about?"
He let out a sigh and sat up, turning to face her fully. "Why didn't you want to stay with me?"
She sighed and went back into her shower. He rolled his eyes and leaned on his knees, crossing his hands.
She was in the warm water again for a while until she stuck her head out again, "Would you mind grabbing my body wash? It is in my bag over there."
Tony nodded and stood, walking the few steps over to her black bag. God, he tried, really tried, not to notice the black lacey bra and matching panties on the top. After he was done not looking at the clothing, he found her body wash and opened the top to smell it.
He didn't understand why he did that. He knew it wouldn't do anything but torture him. He made it back over to the shower she was in and stood beside it. "Here you go."
She poked her head out again and he held it out to her. She took it from him and looked down at it, turning the bottle over in her hands. "There is a reason."
He took his stare off of the spot on a bench and looked over at her, "For what?"
"Why I would not stay with you."
He turned and leaned on the wall, his arms and legs crossed. "And that reason is?"
She opened her mouth to speak, but then disappeared behind the curtain again. He groaned and returned to the bench, running his hands through his hair, "You probably should hurry, Gibbs is going to kill us."
Now the smell of the body wash was heavy in the thick air, and he couldn't get away from it. Another few minutes passed and she emerged from the shower, a clean white towel wrapped around her body.
Did his mouth just water? He needed help. Serious help, "Okay, I guess I'll go out here and let you get dressed."
She was drying her hair with another towel, but stopped when he stood from the bench, "If I had asked to stay with you…" She started, and he stopped just as he got to the end of the line of showers. He stuck his hands in his pockets and waited on her to continue, "…You would have insisted that you take the couch and I take your bed."
He was confused, "So?"
"And then you would have complained about your back for the next week and I would have been miserable."
He laughed and looked down at the floor, "No, I wouldn't."
"Yes, you would. So I would not let you take the couch and you would not let me take the couch, so we would have ended up in the bed together."
He sighed and crossed his arms, shrugging his shoulders and pretending like it wasn't a big deal. "We're adults, Ziva. We can share a bed."
"That did not work in Paris, and it made things awkward between us and you will not talk about it and you pretend it did not happen and I did not want a repeat of that."
Oh boy, she was ranting. And when she ranting, it usually meant something sharp and pointy was coming his way soon. But he knew she couldn't possibly have something sharp in just a towel.
Then again, she was Ziva David.
He was in front of her again, looking down at her, "I don't pretend it didn't happen. In fact, I play it over and over again in my head."
"I do not understand why you can not talk about it." She said to him, "Every time I bring it up, you change the subject."
He shrugged his shoulders, and spoke softly, "I don't know how to talk about it."
"We had sex." She said bluntly.
He chuckled nervously, "Uh huh. Yeah, we did."
She chuckled and threw her hair towel on the bench. "Since when are you nervous about sex?"
He laughed dramatically, "Ziva, my dear ninja, I am Tony DiNozzo. I don't get nervous about sex."
She smiled at him, "Then why will you not talk about it?"
Letting out a deep sigh, he reached up and tucked a piece of her wet her behind her ear, "I assumed that the not talking about it would make things easier for us." His hand moved down her neck and then onto her shoulder, "I know it's one of Gibbs' rules and I didn't want to mess things up."
"So, you are not mad?"
He let a smile spread across his mouth, "No. I was mad about you not asking to stay with me."
She looked down at the ground and stepped another step towards him, "I'll be at your house tonight."
He shook his head, "No you won't." He dragged his fingers over the water droplets on her skin.
She turned her head, confused, "Why not?"
He raised his arm to look at his watch, "Because we are now an hour and 20 minutes late and you are not even dressed yet. So LJG is currently having somebody put a whole lot of super glue on our chairs because our asses are not going anywhere for a long, long time."
They both chuckled and she pressed her mouth closed. He took one more step towards her and leaned down so his face was incredibly close to hers, "So we might as well be really, really late."
He closed the gap between them and brought his other hand up to her face, holding it in place as he kissed her again, finally.
At some point, she moaned and parted her lips, and he dove in with his tongue, the memories of how amazing she tasted flowing through him from his head to his toes. He pulled her even closer and ran his huge hands down her naked arms and then under her towel and around her waist.
When he grabbed her ass and squeezed it hard, she gasped loudly and broke the kiss, looking down at his body. "Tony…" She breathed, and he buried his head into her neck, sucking on the damp skin there below her ear.
God, he couldn't get enough of her. The way she looked, smelled, tasted, felt, and sounded. He wanted to kiss every inch of her, and didn't want to stop until he did just that.
He let go of her gluteus Maximus and ran his hands up her back, pulling her even closer to his body.
Ziva herself wanted to shove him against the wall and thank him like she meant it for doing those things with his hands and mouth.
If there was one thing that the world needed to know about Anthony D. DiNozzo, it was that his mouth could win America's Got Talent.
Her head was tilted to the left and her hands were moving up and down his shirt and she was enjoying his hands against her bare skin. Her towel had long fallen off, and he was literally clothed and standing there with a very naked woman.
She was lost in what he was doing, and she was sure her eyes had rolled all the way to the back of her head. Tony was now kissing his way down her chest and moving on to her breasts, his hands still exploring every inch of her except where she wanted them most.
She squeezed her thighs together at the thought and moaned at what he was doing to her boobs.
Her mouth suddenly felt lonely and she had the strongest urge to kiss him again. She took her hands away from his chest and put them on either side of his face, detaching his mouth from her chest and bringing it up to her mouth.
The kiss was hard and fast, the kind that would leave your lips swollen, but it was just what she wanted.
She ran her hands down his chest and back up it again, gripping on his shoulders. She broke the kiss and started to work on his pesky shirt buttons when he put his hands on top of hers, "No, Zi. You got your way with me in Paris."
She smirked up at him, recalling the memory. He was right, she did have her way with him. All of him.
"You started it." She reminded him.
He chuckled at her, "So it's my turn."
She leaned up to his newly exposed skin and pressed a kiss against it, "I just want to feel your skin." She told him.
He nodded and dove into another kiss, allowing her to open his shirt so that it hung off of his shoulders. Her fingernails dragged over his skin and then gripped it, and Tony loved every second of it. Her hands were stopped again when she started working on his belt.
Breaking the kiss again, he shook his head, "No, Ziva."
She sighed, "Okay."
He laughed, "It's my turn." He said again and she nodded. Kissing her again, he was showing her what she would feel later with his tongue.
Good gracious, he knew what he was doing. There was a sudden void again when Tony pulled away from the kiss, and Ziva groaned at him.
Tony put his finger over her lips, "Come on." He whispered and grabbed her bag and towels into his hands before following her into the empty shower. Two women had walked into the locker room, talking and laughing loudly. Tony softly put her things down and backed her into the corner. His body was blocking hers from any kind of escape and Ziva found that explosively hot. He leaned down to her ear and whispered, so softly that Ziva could barely hear him next to her ear, "I should probably stop my journey of your body, don't you think?"
Ziva shook her head and he smiled down at her. Hell, why would she want him to stop? He was enjoying the journey just as much, if not more, than she was. He leaned down again and kissed her below her ear before whispering into it again, "If I remember correctly, you're a screamer."
His cock jumped at the thought and he leaned down and kissed her. When he parted, he leaned to her ear again, "Oh, and I plan on making you scream."
Shit. He had to stop talking like this to her or she was sure her legs wouldn't support her much longer.
Damn it, he was teasing her and her mind was a whirlwind. She pictured nothing but a toe curling, screaming orgasm, and god, she wanted it.
He must've read her thoughts because his next move was to move his hand down her body and kiss her again. When they broke, Tony sucked on her bottom lip for good measure.
She moaned loudly and he stopped with his hands and looked dead into her eyes, a smirk on his face, "See?" He whispered.
Well hell, what was she supposed to do? Did he honestly think that when he was touching and kissing her like that she would be silent? Ha!
He leaned into her with his whole body and have mercy: his cock was pressing against her. She let out a long sigh and squeezed her thighs together again. His voice was deeper and it sent chills down her spine. "Get dressed." He whispered, "And when you come over tonight, you can scream all you want."
He kissed her again, but this time it was slower and more passionate than the rest. When they broke, he smirked down at her and reached into her bag, pulling out the lacey panties.
Without saying a word, he leaned down to her feet and let her step into them and proceeded slowly, very, very slowly to pull them up. He kissed each of her thighs and then the bottom of her stomach when he got finished.
She already knew that when he took off her panties again tonight, she would be this wet and ready for him. He finished dressing her just that slowly with all of her clothes.
She got out of the shower first and picked up her bag on the way out. She heard the two women that had walked in earlier talking to each other while they were showering, so that meant the coast was clear. She grabbed Tony's arm and pulled him out of the stall, rushing past the showers and locker rooms and heading into the gym. There were a few agents there now, some on the machines and some jogging slowly around it, but luckily nobody noticed him coming out of the girls locker room.
Once safely in the elevator, Ziva couldn't keep her hands off of him. He was trying to button and tuck in his black shirt again when she rammed him into the wall.
When the elevator dinged at Abby's lab, Ziva quickly collected her work gear and joined him in the elevator. "That was not okay." She said softly and Tony looked at her, one eyebrow raised.
"What?"
"You doing that to me in the locker room."
Tony chuckled sarcastically, "Seriously? You should have stopped me a long time ago if you were uncomfortable."
She cut her eyes at him, "That is not what I meant."
He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall of the elevator, "Then what did you mean?"
The elevator dinged and she stepped off of it, turning back to him, "Now all I am going to think about all day is what I will get tonight."
Tony let a smile go all the way across his face. He unfolded his arms and stepped out of the elevator, kissing her quickly and whispering into her ear, "That is, if you're a good girl."
Ziva smirked and watched him as he walked passed the squad room and to the elevator.
Crap, they were late.
Very, very late.