Sliding Doors
It had been a combination of seething anger, worry, pure sexual heat and raw emotion that created the catalyst which led to their first sexual encounter together. For lack of a better term. That first spontaneous, wild time really could not be described as "making love" which elicits images of gentle and beautiful physical expressions of love. Yet, she was reluctant to use the term fucking. Not only could that be considered a crude or insensitive phrase, her emotions for her partner were beyond those restricted to a "fuck buddy." Although, being perfectly honest with herself being held against the metallic wall with her lower back and hips bouncing against the partition every time he slammed into her really was fucking. Pure and simple.
It had been after their failed so-called war game. Everyone's emotions and tempers were running hot. The thought of being used once again for a politician's personal agenda under the guise of legitimate NCIS business was head-spinning, and that was only from the intense wave of déjà vu. There also were the spurned feelings and injured egos from the various bruises and lacerations accrued during their nighttime play date with the marines turned captors.
They were alone in the elevator. They were in heated discussion. Well, Tony was pissed, furious really. And all Ziva could think about was how relieved she was that the bullets hadn't been real. Let DiNozzo rant and rave. If he needed to vent, fine. But she wouldn't take his crap, ever. So when Tony accused her of being the one unable to follow orders she too got pissed. He had no clue what had been going through her mind when they had been discovered. Her training rewired her instincts to fight and react within moments of any perceived threat. After hearing gunshots and seeing the person she cared so much about falling to the floor, unconscious, her adrenaline had doubled and a fury borne of desperation had taken over. Evidenced by the amount of buff, armed marines it had taken to neutralize her assault.
Ziva was letting her emotions take over, something she rarely- if ever, did. Ziva David took pride in her discipline and self-control. "Yes! It Was! Gunshot went off- I saw you!" She gasped to cut off the words flowing from her mouth, seemingly of their own accord. She had come so close to verbalizing what she took so much care in hiding. Especially to the man no more than six inches away, his eyes boring into hers so intensely it seemed he was looking straight into her and knew exactly what she had been on the verge of divulging.
The elevator seemed smaller, more intimate in that moment. Both surrounded by the mutually felt sexual tension and underlying emotions. They couldn't look away from each other. Her dark brown eyes locked with his blue-turned-green irises. Tony's pupils were already dilated significantly; in the space of a heartbeat the pupils widened even more darkening his usually crystal blue eyes green. "I'm tired of pretending." He said, his voice deeper than usual, husky from the surge of testosterone shooting through his blood stream.
"So am I." Ziva had exercised some control over her tone, she even sounded calm. But her eyes gave her passions away in one movement. She couldn't resist glancing down at his mouth, if only she could feel his full lips kissing her in a genuine moment. She wanted it to be Tony kissing Ziva, not two operatives playing house while undercover as husband and wife who were merely going through the motions in order to complete their mission. Then she spotted the cut on the right side of his lower lip, reminding her why she needed to be so guarded; what was at stake.
Tony felt his heart racing as he saw the flash of lust and longing in his partner's eyes when she'd looked down, as though she couldn't help herself. A daring sense of recklessness stole over him. He had been pushed and pushed by the events over the last year. His anger at being used again had created an urge to rebel, to be selfish; to go for exactly what he wanted that logic and adult maturity had been telling him to deny for so long. That uncensored fire seen for only a moment in Ziva's eyes was the sign of reciprocity DiNozzo had been waiting for.
Before he could think about what he was doing, before his brain could catch up with his hormones, Tony reached over with his left hand and flipped the emergency switch halting the elevator and dimming the lights. A thrill of excitement washed over Ziva as the lights dimmed and Tony grabbed her hip with his left hand yanking her body against his. Their breathing quickened as they stood flush together, feeling how the contours of their bodies fit together. Loving how every curve of Ziva's breasts felt against his chest, Tony just stood there; hand on her hip holding them together, waiting for the rejection.
