Summary: Tiva. Candy. Palmer?
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Vending Machine
Tony always goes to the vending machine when he needs relief. Most times he visits his chocoland almost three times a day. Today was no exception. He was on his second visit and fifth nutter butter. Well technically his third because Gibbs had thrown out his second for reasons unknown and Ducky had trashed his fourth because eating in autopsy was a sign of "disrespect" for the dead Petty Officer who they found murdered in Rock Creek Park. In his own defense, Tony pointed out that he was the one that found the hair that ended up belonging to the murderer (typical: I thought she was having an affair excuse), but all that earned him was a head slap from Gibbs. Yes he definitely needed a candy bar, perhaps a York peppermint patty or maybe just a plain Hershey's milk chocolate bar, but Tony was so wrapped up in his candy fantasy that he didn't notice Ziva following him.
Carefully looking both ways, Tony slammed his fist against the upper left hand corner of the flimsy plastic and the mechanics started whirling and a Twix bar plopped into the bin at the bottom. Damn, he swore to himself. In his frustration, he banged his hand against the nearest thing (the machine) and a Reeses joined his Twix in his hand of unwanted candy.
"Maybe I can help you with that." Ziva said, sneaking up behind Tony in her secret ninja way, dangling a dollar bill in his face.
"You could choose the item instead of hitting the machine and hoping to get lucky." She said putting a certain amount of emphasis on that last phrase.
"Perhaps you may even get a double tap. No wait, double spin. No… what is it called when you get two for one?" Ziva asked, feeling slightly embarrassed as not knowing the right phrase really ruined the secretive effect she was going for, just like in all those stupid movies he always blabs about.
"No thanks Zi. Want one?" Tony offered the offending pieces of chocolate to Ziva but it was more of a peace offering than candy as his hand gently rested on her waste while she turned her face towards him.
"No, thank you though." Ziva said coyly. She slowly brought her arms up and around Tony's neck and leaned over to whisper in his ear.
"I would like just a taste." She said slyly, slowly running both of her hands up and down his chest tantalizingly as Tony takes a chomp out of the Twix bar. Then he wraps one arm around Ziva's trim waist and brings the other up to play with her soft, chocolate brown curls as the Twix bar lay on the ground forgotten.
"Well, if you really only want just a taste…" Tony smirked, pressing his lips against her as she leaned into his embrace. His tongue traced the outline of Ziva's lips, giving her the choco/caramel taste that she wanted, but of course she wanted more. Opening her mouth, she entwined her tongue with his, giving her the other flavor that she'd been craving. As their kiss became more passionate, Ziva broke it off.
"Tony. We cannot. They will find out." Ziva scolded, but melted under Tony's puppy dog eyes and leaned in for another kiss and they both became so focused on each other that neither noticed Palmer standing in the doorway, his jaw practically unhinged and a limp dollar in his hand.
A/N- Hey Everybody. Who wants this to be a one-shot? Okay who wants this to be a two shot? Reviews will influence my decision heavily and would also be very nice. I welcome constructive critism but don't be mean. Phrase it nicely and politely. If you have something mean to say don't say it or if necessary PM it to me. I will have a Hall Of Fame for reviewers and there are PRIZES! Well, no. There aren't but review anyway. Enjoy!