Title: Cleaning Up
Fandom: NCIS
Author: Alidiabin
Words: 341
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Warnings/Spoilers/Rating: none | none || PG
Parings: Tony/Ziva
Summary: Tony and Ziva take a break from cleaning.
Cleaning Up
The state of the David-DiNozzo apartment had reached pigsty levels, it was not that Ziva or Tony was particularly unclean or dirty, but just that with the hours they worked doing the household chores was even lower on the to-do list than sleep.
So rather than spending a Saturday afternoon in bed or doing something else they found mutually fun, they had to clean. Ziva was ready to clean and hoped to get it done as quickly as possible, and even volunteered to do the bathroom. Tony on the other hand found any possible way to procrastinate. In the end the only way he would clean the kitchen and the lounge, was if he could play his music out loud.
He and Ziva seldom enjoyed the same music as Ziva preferred hers with a strong beat and in languages that Tony did not understand while Tony's music was from bygone decades or reminiscent of it. But Ziva let him play his music, so that she wouldn't have to clean the whole apartment.
Ziva emerged from the bedroom with a rubbish bag and the used cleaning materials. She did not find the spotless living area she wanted to find, instead she found her partner dancing to music from the previous millennium.
She rested her hands on her hips and sighed. Tony looked at her with a frown; he then extended out his arms and pulled her close.
"You were supposed to clean this," she told him, as they slowly started to move in time to the music.
Her hand rested on his shoulder while he rested a hand on her hip as they swayed to the beat of the music. Their fingers intertwined as they moved around the untidy lounge.
The song finished and Tony leaned in for a kiss, Ziva responded by deepening the kiss, but when Tony tugged at her track pants, Ziva pulled back and shook her head.
"Come see me when you have cleaned the kitchen," she told him as she thrust the cleaning products in his arms.
