My friend Elisa gave me the prompt, "acid." This is my 100th fic. Woo! I don't own NCIS...
He had always liked sour things. Her kisses tasted like acid, but he was addicted. Her kisses were unlike any other kisses that he had in his entire life. All he wanted to do was kiss her lips. He didn't care about work; he didn't care about anything else. She was amazing.
It had gotten to the point where he was stealing her kisses in the bullpen when they were alone. They were having kissing wars in the locked men's room. He wanted to taste all of her. He wanted to know if her whole body tasted like acid just like her lips did.
He was stealing little bits and pieces of her during their kissing wars. Every time they kissed, his hands would slide under her shirt, his hands stroking her every curve. He wanted her more than ever, but she always pushed him away.
"C'mon, Ziva," he whispered in her ear one day. "Don't you want this?"
She looked up at him, a small laugh escaping her lips. "Yes, Tony. I do. We cannot do it here, though," she replied, studying his lips once more before they returned to their war.
Their wars had been going on for weeks now. Kisses were stolen in both the men's and women's rooms, clothes were torn off, but nothing ever escalated past that. She was always the one to pull away, to tell him that they should not be doing anything at work. She was the one to first put on her shirt and then walk out of the room. She left Tony alone to deal with his addiction to her acid kisses.
That's when Tony decided to change the ball game. He would corner her one day, once and for all. It had to happen. She had gotten him hooked on her acid kisses and now he was craving more. It would happen.
It took him a few days to figure out a plan, but Tony soon knew how he was going to corner her. Tony rarely had a plan but this time it was very necessary. After she left work one night, he hung around, finishing up his own paperwork. Once he was finished, Tony left headquarters and headed back to her apartment.
He let himself into her apartment, slowly creeping inside. He wanted to scare her. Slowly, Tony crept towards the bedroom and opened the door.
Everything happened in less than a second. The next thing Tony knew, he had a gun pointed at him and Ziva was staring up at him with a furious look on her face. "Tony..." she said, dropping her weapon. "What are you doing here?"
Tony laughed and took the gun from Ziva, throwing it on the bedside table. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, kissing her lips. "You have me addicted," he mumbled, pulling away, his hands running up her shirt.
This time, she didn't fight him. She actually pulled him closer to her as she took backwards steps to her bed.
It was everything that Tony wanted. Her skin was just as sour as her lips, and now he was addicted to her whole body. Ziva tasted completely of acid and Agent DiNozzo loved every minute that they spent together.