Just some more Tiva fluff. I don't own NCIS. Enjoy!
"You and McGee bicker like children, Tony," she said, glancing over her shoulder, looking at him. She was sitting on the couch watching the news while Tony made dinner for the two of them.
"We do not bicker like children. He just doesn't listen to me," Tony said, letting the frying pan sit. He turned and walked over to Ziva, massaging her shoulders gently.
Ziva looked up at him and laughed. "See, right there. You are acting like such a big brother. You tease him all the time and make him do what you say. You two need to stop bickering like children," she said.
"It makes the atmosphere at work more fun, Ziva. Besides," he said, leaning down to kiss her lips passionately, "I am not a child when I am at home."
Ziva's eyes widened when he kissed her and she kissed him back. When they separated a moment later, there was nothing more that she wanted than him. Getting off of the couch, Ziva walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him again.
Tony wrapped an arm around her waist, letting his hand roam up her shirt, and a soft groan vibrated in his throat. Ziva let her hands reach for Tony's shirt, ready to take it off, but he pulled away and looked down at her with a smirk.
"Sorry, Ziva. I have the frying pan going," he said with a smirk, stepping away from her and walking into the kitchen.
She looked at him, furious. "You..." she trailed off, pointing her finger at him.
Tony smirked to himself as he moved the vegetables around in the frying pan.
"You are such a child!" she exclaimed, groaning, letting herself fall on the couch. Ziva turned up the volume to the television so she didn't have o hear Tony, and she started to read one of his magazines on the table.
"I think the term you meant here is tease," Tony replied.
"You are a giant child and an even bigger tease then."
