Disclaimer: I can't think of anything smart or clever to say. But no, I don't own it.

A/N: For dizzy-in-the-izzy, I owe her 1. an anniversary present ((a whole year!!!)) and 2. a Tiva oneshot ((from about a year ago :P)). So here are both.


Ziva tugged the corner of the mattress up to the pillow, surveyed the bed critically and decided that it would have to do. Then she felt someone grab her around the waist, knocking her onto the newly made bed.

"Tony DiNozzo, I will kill you with –"

"No paperclips around sweetcheeks," he replied, and she didn't have to see him to know the grin that was spread across his face.

"Who said that I would need a paperclip?"

He laughed but said nothing, grabbing her wrists to pin her down. She jerked her knee upward toward his groin, but he saw the move coming and leapt to his feet. Free, she lunged for his ankles and pulled them forward so he too fell down onto the bed. Then, forgetting all the hard work she'd put into tidying up, she pulled at the covers so that he rolled off and thumped onto the floor. Groaning he got to his feet deceptively slowly, planning his next move, then launched himself onto the bed beside her. Ziva, having jumped to block him, collided with him in mid-air, and they fell down onto the pillows. Tony quickly grabbed one to shield himself as Ziva aimed a punch at his gut. He put his hand either side of her waist and pushed her over, then began trying to roll her off. She clutched the covers and wrapped her legs around his waist and the free arm around his neck. He stood and she was left clinging onto him. Grinning, he let go of her but she held steadfastly on, then slipped her arm out and flipped herself through his legs onto the mattress behind.

He was still left trying to figure out how that move had worked when she gently pushed at his back and he stumbled onto the floor.

They both allowed themselves a moment to grin. Yes, maybe they'd spent years fantasising about the other, but they'd never really thought that if they did get together it'd be so much… fun. Then Tony tackled her, wrapping his arms around her legs and tripping her up, falling with her onto the bed.

She collapsed, laughing, by his side. He propped himself up on one elbow and grinned at her. "You haven't been for a run yet this morning. Because of me." He looked very proud of himself. She lightly hit his chest.

"Sometimes I think you are a miracle worker, yes?"

His grin grew as he let himself down to lie beside her, softly muttering, "I always think you're a miracle."


This is what I call Tiva goo. It's too sickly to be fluff. :P