Title: For A Limited Time Only
Pairing: McGiva
Rating: T
Genre: Het
Cat: Humor, Romance
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Ziva has a strange new obsession and McGee has to deal with it.
Author's Note: Inspired by a tumblr ship ask thing, one of those "which one of your otp would do this thing" and one of the things on the list was "who buys the things in infomercials." I thought that sounded like a slightly cracky thing Ziva would do, so I had to write this. Enjoy. :)
The crinkle of a potato chip bag roused McGee from his sleep and he sat up, looking around with bleary eyes until he found the alarm clock on the nightstand. 2:25 AM. He groaned and tossed his head back onto his pillow before pushing himself out of bed.
The sight that greeted him in the living room was one that had surprised him when he first witnessed it, but now it just made him sigh. "What are you doing, Ziva?"
She rotated slowly to face him, a slightly guilty look on her face as she held a chip almost to her mouth. "Did I wake you up again?" she said.
"I heard you rustling the chip bag," McGee confirmed, then walked over and plopped down next to her on the couch. He reached into the bag and snagged a few chips for himself, popping one into his mouth as he turned his attention to the TV. "What crazy contraptions are you buying tonight?"
Ziva scoffed, slapping his hand when he attempted to go in for another chip, but her expression softening at the pout he gave her. She gave a low chuckle and leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek, which made him smile. "I keep telling you, I can use all the things I've bought."
"Okay, I get the Snuggies," he conceded. "Though I still maintain that if you want to be warm, all you have to do is snuggle with someone."
Ziva laughed. "You wouldn't have any ulterior motives with that snuggling, would you?"
"Never," he said, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close to him. She hummed her approval and he dropped a kiss onto the top of her head. "So, like I was saying, Snuggies I get. But those sunglasses binoculars things you got last week?"
"I told you the Zoomies would be excellent for a stakeout, because it keeps your hands free to do other things."
"Other things, huh?" McGee commented, and Ziva elbowed him in the side.
"I think you would find both your Snuggie and a pair of Zoomies useful if you were on a stakeout with Tony instead of me," she said, then crawled up on her knees to whisper in his ear. "Or Gibbs."
McGee made a face. "I guess you have a point there." He felt Ziva's tongue on his jaw and closed his eyes in pleasure, but didn't stop talking. "So what was it tonight? Chia Pet? BumpIt? I know how you like your high ponytails."
Ziva adjusted herself so she could throw a leg over his lap and straddle him. She lifted her hands to his head and ran her fingers through his hair. He still had his eyes closed and smiled at her actions. Ziva leaned forward a bit, pressing him against the back of the couch. "Do you really want to be talking about my hair right now, Timothy?"
McGee shook his head, but didn't open his eyes. Ziva had the brief thought that he may very well fall back to sleep if he wasn't careful. A wicked grin crossed her face as she considered how to keep him from doing that, and she ran her palms over his chest, the only barrier between them his white undershirt. It still made her smile sometimes, how modest he could be, but he had definitely shown he wasn't modest all the time.
She ran her hands lower and lower, until she reached the bottom of his shirt, where she snuck her fingers beneath the hem, tickling his belly. She grinned as he began to laugh, knowing he was sensitive to her touch, and continued to tickle him.
"Ziva, stop!" he finally said, reaching out to capture her hands and pull them away from him. He opened his eyes and found her pouting at him and laughed again. "I won't tease you about your infomercial obsession if you don't tickle me."
Ziva narrowed her eyes in thought as she considered his proposition, then nodded. "Okay. You have a deal. But I hope you remember that when my next purchase arrives."
McGee didn't say anything in response, but raised an eyebrow at her. Surely it couldn't be that bad. He wouldn't regret making that deal, he was sure of it.
When he opened a package three days later only to find a Shake Weight, he almost started crying.
THE END!