Hi so this is my first ever fan fiction. This chapter's been re-written due to the fact that i cringe every time i read it or even mention it. I don't know if this is any better but i personally think it may have improved and this chapter, just like the whole story rating is an M. I hope you enjoy this and even though there are about 15 other chapters up review if the chapter or any chapter of this you may read is significant, i like to know what you readers like about my writing and also what you dont particularly like either :)
(Ziva POV)
"Here is your room key mademoiselle; you are on the 8th floor." The hotel receptionist says with a beaming smile and a strong Parisian accent as she hands me my key. I am too tired to even make a polite reply back so I settle for an appreciative nod. I drearily walk to the elevator and once inside I hit the eighth button that will take me to my floor.
Tony had decided to go out site seeing before he checked in and he had even asked if I had wanted to go with him. I politely declined and I am glad I did so. I would not have enjoyed it. I have just gotten out of a plane maybe 20 minutes ago after fourteen hour travel day and I have seen Paris many times before so I will not be missing anything new.
My plan for the night is to have a nice long bath and some wine. It is only 6pm and I am technically not working until 9 am tomorrow so between now and then I have time to do what ever I want.
Opening my room door I am surprised to see the size of it. I wasn't expecting this at all. I have a suite. There is a king sized double bed covered in red and white plush cushions, cream carpets and curtains which have a cherry red colour infused with a darker shade of cream, almost beige. There is a flat screen TV hung on the wall opposite the huge bed with a small love seat in the middle of the room.
I dump my bag at the foot of the bed and sink into the soft, immensely cosy mattress. This is too good to be true. Never in my time with NCIS have I ever gotten a suite for an overnight business trip.
I rummage through my bag seeking to find my bath oils and soaps that I have brought. I take off my clothes and put on the bathrobe hanging in the wardrobe then I put my things in the wardrobe to keep them out of the way. I make my way to the bathroom.
Inside is just as extravagant as the rest of the suite. There is a steam room to one side and a bath, sink and toilet at the other side. I turn the taps on to a suitable temperature, put the plug in, and add the soaps and oils then I wait for the tub to fill up.
When I slip into the bath I can feel my muscles relax. It is a heavenly feeling. The knots in my neck and back cry out with relief as the warm, soapy water soothes them.
I can feel my eyes drooping and I know I will succumb to sleep soon.
(Tony POV)
When I finally get to my hotel room I dump my stuff on my bed. My king-sized bed and I sprawl out over it. This room is huge and I have it ALL to myself! I sit in silence for a while reading the room service menu when I hear it.
Water splashing.
I grab my gun and stealthily move to the bathroom and quietly open the door. I can see someone is in the bath. A woman, brunette to be more precise. This is like my biggest fantasy, well no, my second biggest fantasy, my first involves one Ziva David and some strawberries and whipped cream but enough about Ziva, strawberries and whipped cream. There is a naked woman in my bathtub in my hotel room.
I clear my throat making my presence known hoping this woman isn't dangerous. She turns around and to my own utter shock I know exactly who this woman is.
"What the hell!?" we both shout simultaneously.
Ziva quickly grabs a towel to cover herself and I swear I can see a pink flush spreading across her cheeks.
"Look, Ziva, not that I don't mind you sitting here in my hotel room naked, because trust me I don't, but why are you sitting in my hotel room naked?" I ask with my trade mark grin.
She throws me disorientated look before she turns her back to me and concentrates on positioning and holding up the very skimpy towel to cover her although I do get a very nice view of her ass for a split second but it is long enough for me to get a very, very nice picture of that in my head.
"What do you mean your hotel room this is my room, Tony". She turns to face me with wide eyes. Now I know why the suite is so big.
(Ziva POV)
"What do you mean you don't have another room?!" I screech. The concierge sighs but continues to look me up and down with a sick smirk on his face. I really wish I had changed into something other than just a robe that barely goes to the top of my knee.
"We are fully booked Madame and you were booked for a double room, I am very so-"
"So we were booked for that room, no mistake or miscommunications at all?" I sigh.
I think I know exactly what has happened.
I felt Tony's hand on my arm trying to calm me but it is making it worse. How am I supposed to last a night in the same hotel room with him when a single look, touch or smile he gives me turns my body to jelly? When he drones on and on about his incessant movie references I can not help but get lost in his eyes that are filled with a child like excitement when he speaks of any film. I will not survive this night.
The concierge nervously looks back at me, "Yes, there was no mistake. Your people even called again to double check."
I am going to kill the Human Resources staff when I return to DC, they did this on purpose.
Back inside my, no our, hotel room Tony gives me a weird look and chuckles lightly as I grab my pyjamas.
"What?" I question walking towards the bathroom to change.
"Nothing it's just wouldn't you have been better doing that before we went down to the lobby?" he asks teasingly although I do not miss his eyes trail up my legs and him licking his lips.
My throat dry's at his actions. I can not exactly tell him the truth but anything else I will say will just sound stupid. I shrug my shoulders and continue towards the bathroom as if I had not seen a thing he was doing.
I really wish I had packed different pyjamas. I have a tank top and a pair of shorts…very short, shorts.
I change quickly but I can not bring myself to leave the bathroom. I can not wear this. Not when the man who has no idea I am deeply and madly in love with him is less that 10 feet away.
What am I doing? I am never like this. Only Tony can do this to me. I sigh.
Wrapping the bathrobe I was in earlier back around me I secure it and leave the bathroom.
I am met with an odd and distant look from Tony but I brush it off.
I stand awkwardly for a moment because I realise the sleeping arrangements haven't been sorted out yet. How do I bring this up in a conversation without making what I want to happen obvious?
I play with the hem of my bathrobe as Tony stares at me. The intensity of his gaze, the slight smirk he has and the slightly clouded look in his eyes are giving me goose bumps not to mention making the temperature in the room rise about 50 degrees.
"What is on your mind Tony?" I say with a seductive purr stepping closer to the bed where he is sitting.
He chuckles. "Who would have thought Zee-Vah? You and me….alone…. sharing a hotel room….in Paris" he says sitting up more looking right into my eyes. He is doing this on purpose. His tremendously dazzling emerald eyes have my legs weak in a second. I walk around the side of the bed and stand directly in front of Tony. I look down at his with a sensual smile on my face.
I know what I am doing is a big risk. What if he does not feel the same way? The rejection will kill me inside but at the same time not knowing is doing the same anyway.
"Yes. Who would have thought." I say my voice deep with need. For a split second I look in his eyes and I see something in them, something that gives me the final boost of confidence to do what I've been waiting 4 years to do.
I straddle his lap and look his straight in the eye. He does not try to stop me doing what I am doing. Our breath hitches. Without breaking eye contact we both slowly lean in. Our lips are inches apart. I can feel the fire burning deep within my core and I know this is what I want and I want it now.
I close the remaining gap between us. The kiss is tender and says all of the things I have not been able to say for four years.
We pull back. A grin quickly spreads across his features. He looks right into my eyes immediately sending shivers down my spine. I can feel the effect the kiss had on Tony. I smirk seductively.
"That is definitely not your knee, Tony"
Our lips smash together in a passion and lust filled explosion. Tony lies back so I am lying on top of him. His tongue begs for entrance and I gladly let him.
Our tongues battle for dominance of our passion filled kiss. I don't want the kiss to end but we both break apart when valuable oxygen is needed.
"Tony, I love you" I say breathlessly looking deep into his eyes. He pulls my face back down to his and kisses me passionately.
"I love you too, Zee." He said with a goofy smile, "This is like the m-"
"Shut up and kiss me Tony"
He wastes no time in complying with my wishes and we quickly resume our lustful kiss.
He rips of my dressing gown for the first time seeing what I am wearing underneath or for want of a better word not wearing. He licks his lips and his eyes fill with want.
I straddle him again and push him down against the pile of plush cushions. I start to nip and tug at his ear. I trail kisses down his neck sucking his warm flesh laving love bites.
"Zee-vah..." he moans, "Ziva….Ziva..."
Tony's voice trails off from his own to McGee's and I come back to reality from my very sexual and dirty memory from Paris. If only I had made it to the more intimate part of the memory….
"Ziva? Vance wants us up in his office." He says when he realises I am back in the real world.
"Director Vance, you asked to see us?" McGee asks as we enter the office.
"Yes. David, McGee you're going undercover. You're playing the part of an expecting navy couple. I am aware agent DiNozzo is ill so McGee you'll do"
Vance pulls two files out of his desk.
"Study these and be ready. You become your aliases in 48 hours"
Vance dismisses us and goes back to his work.
"This is just great" I heard McGee mumble.
I spin around to face him. "What is 'just great'?" I say with a scowl.
"uh no-nothing" he stuttered. I glare at him before turning back around making my way to the bull pen.
McGee stood deep in thought, not moving a muscle. Tony would be jealous, he knew that much, and once he got back from sick leave; he sure as hell would be pissed.
What McGee didn't know is that Tony would know by the end of the day, and he would be more than pissed, he would be furious.
Oh and just to let you know this is NOT a McGiva story. i dont ship that at ALL thats like Zibbs or Gabby...you just dont go there. This is Tiva all the way with a big splash of McAbby too :)
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