Ziva had just sat down to read her new book when her bell rang. Without a noise, she got up to answer the she looked through the peephole her heart skipped a beat. It was Tony. She opened the door before she could changeher mind.
"Shalom, Tony", she said.
"Hey Ziva. Can I come in? We need to talk", he asked.
"Yes you may, what is it that we need to talk about exactly?", she asked as she opened the door wider to let him in.
"I'm tired of this thing we have", he said as he started to pace the room.
"What thing?" she asked knowingly.
"You know exactly what thing I'm talking about Ziva!" he said starting to get aggravated, "When are we going to stop acting likewe don't have feelings for each other? Because I'm starting to get up there, and I can't pretend forever Ziva, I just can't! And our job Ziva!!! We could die tomorrow without ever telling each other how we feel", he said stopping to look at her.
"Tony...."
"No Ziva, let me finish, it hurts so bad to sit across from you everyday and know that I almost lost you. But you're here now,and you're alive and safe. So I'm so grateful now to have the chance to tell you how much i love you", he said as he retch for her hand.
"Tony… I love you too." giving him one of her few smiles.
He reached up a hand to cup her face, staring deep into her eyes. She stared back, waiting. But he stood there, not moving. This was her move. She grabbed his shirt, pulling him toward her. The kiss began sweet, but the tense heat between them seemed to explode in a passion-filled dance of the lips. Their breath became one in an age-old act. This wasn't a kiss. This was love in its most raw and powerful action.
A/N: so this was my first attempt at dialouge, so please tell me what you think. I need all the help I can get!
-alec3