Disclaimer: Not my characters, not making any money off them.
Author's Note: Response to ncisdrabble100 challenge #120, Sweet, over on Livejournal.
"Tony, if I fall, I swear I will rip out your arm..."
"...And beat me to death with it, yes. I know. I won't let you fall." He guided her around the room, his hands covering her eyes, until she was standing in front of the table. His whispered breath was warm on her ear as he leaned in and lowered his hands. "Open your eyes."
Ziva opened her eyes, and immediately opened them wider when she saw the scene in front of her. On the dining room table, between two plates and two wine glasses, was a large candle, it's flickering flame setting the mood in the dim light. In her wine glass was a short-stemmed red rose, and on her dinner plate was a box.
A small, velvet box.
She turned to him slowly, the surprise clear across her face. "Tony..."
He leaned in and kissed her before she could finish. He talked without pulling away. "Before you say anything, I just want you to know that I never thought I would be doing this, with anyone. Ever. But I also never could have imagined that I would find someone as beautiful, and strong, and wonderful as you. I love you, Ziva. Nobody could possibly love you more." His lips brushed hers as he talked, and when he pulled away, he gave her a nervous smile.
She raised her hand and lay it on his cheek, a content smile pulling on her lips. "My answer is yes, Tony."
"I... Oh."
Relief washed over him, and then her arms were around his neck, and his arms went around her back.
Ziva was laughing, and Tony had never been happier.