Title: Tony & Ziva's Rules of Engagement: Love Means Always Having To Say You're Sorry
Author: rekkidbraka
Pairings: Tony D. and Ziva D.
Category: Romance; humor; angst
Disclaimer: No infringement intended.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Tony DiNozzo and Ziva David take on their toughest assignment yet: traveling the globe to handle NCIS cases while planning their wedding. Super sexy TIVA. Warning: Intense sexual content in some chapters. No slash.
-------------------- Tony & Ziva's Rules of Engagement: Love Means Always Having To Say You're Sorry ---------------------
"Sweet Cheeks," Tony DiNozzo said, checking his reflection in the bathroom mirror, "have you been using my razor to shave your legs again?"
"And what if I have?" Ziva David purred from the bedroom.
"Well, I hope they're silky and smooth, Honeybuns," Tony answered, frowning as he studied the dull blade, "because this razor is shot now." He scrunched up his face into a snarl, considering whether he should just go with the stubble he'd grown.
"Perhaps I did not use your razor at all, Tony," Ziva remarked casually, "or maybe I used it, but... not on my legs." Tony couldn't see the tiny smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. In the bathroom, his frown became a markedly different look -- intrigued.
"Heh... Exactly what... OTHER part of your body would you have... smoothed out, Sugar Lips?" Tony asked. He raised an eyebrow, cutting his green eyes in the direction of the bedroom as he awaited Ziva's response.
"I will leave that," Ziva replied huskily, "to your imagination, my little Furry Mutt." Rising from the bed, she made her way into the bathroom to join Tony, who smiled broadly upon seeing her.
"So you admit you used my razor?" Tony said, pulling Ziva to him. Holding her in his arms, he gave her a deep, but tender kiss. Ziva brought her hand to his chin, stroking his stubbly skin.
"You are scratchy, my love," Ziva noted, smirking. "Shall I work you into a good lather?"
"Lather me up, you mean," Tony gently corrected, handing her the can of shaving cream. "Working me into a lather means something completely different, Muffin Top."
"And what is your point, Tony?" Ziva asked, spraying a dollop of the cream into her palm. Tony breathed in sharply, watching her.
"Nothing, my ninja," he whispered as Ziva applied the cream to his cheeks and chin, slowly and sensually swirling it into his skin. "You just... go with that whole 'working me into a good lather' idea."
"But you blame me for this... dull razor," Ziva said, faking a pout. "Perhaps I should not risk... hurting you."
"Risk it," Tony pleaded. "I need a good... shaving."
"Apologize," Ziva said, "for accusing me of ruining your razor."
"But you said you used it," Tony said huskily, barely able to get the words out.
"Oh, well," Ziva replied nonchalantly, "I am suddenly feeling... not so in the mood to play barber." She started to pull away from Tony, but he held her fast, pressing her to him.
"I'm SORRY," he breathed, his voice hoarse. "I'm sorry. C'mon, baby... Shave me. Please, Ziva. Please..."
"As you wish, Tony," Ziva purred, smirking as she brought the razor to Tony's cheek. "Now. Would you like to know where I did, in fact, use your razor? To smooth out a certain ... part of my body?"
"Yes, please," Tony whimpered, closing his eyes as Ziva brought the blade down his cheek, leaving a perfectly smooth line where once there had been only white.
