He sat down on the floor as Ziva went and poured two glasses of wine. He heard her bustling around in the kitchen, opening up drawers. She probably can't find the cork opener. He leaned back against the couch and ran his fingers through his hair messing it up completely, but he didn't care.

Ziva walked in finally handing him a glass and sat down next to him, not questioning his decision to assemble on the floor. Neither of them said anything for a few seconds. Ziva running her hand along the top of the glass and Tony staring into space. Ziva took a drink and then spoke.

"Today was frightening," she said simply and honestly.

"Yes."

"We do not have to talk about it."

"I know."

Tony let out the air he had been holding in and turned his head to her. She looked back but remained silent.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

She kept his gazed for longer than necessary then looked down at her wine.

"Sometimes I do not think I am," she practically whispered in hopes he would not hear the choke in her voice.

He sat his glass on the coffee table and then scooted closer to her. He turned his whole body toward her.

"You can talk about it," he replied.

"I know," she said with a small, sad grin.

She set her glass on the table also and then scooted even closer to Tony. Tony's arm dropped around her shoulders and lightly played with her hair. The sentiment was comforting and Ziva placed her hand on his thigh in response.

Tony's hand moved to her neck now and he traced his fingers over her soft skin, still keeping his touch light and soothing. Ziva inhaled deeply and then moved herself so close that she was almost in his lap on the floor. She looked up at him and her eyes never seemed so clear and focused.

Her kiss was light, like his touch, and his hand wrapped its way into her thick hair and tickled her scalp. This continued for several minutes. Breaking apart, then closing the distance again, never speeding up the relaxed pace they had established.

Finally Ziva's hands moved to his shirt. She unbuttoned it with her focus still in their kisses and this made Tony smile at her many talents. She ran her hands over his chest and to his back, letting the shirt fall from his shoulders. Tony was becoming urgent and slide his hands under her blouse then lifted it over her head. His lips couldn't resist her now exposed shoulders.

He kissed her till he ran into a bra strap and then reversed back up the shoulder to her neck. When her reached the spot below her ear, Ziva let out a small moan. He decided to stay there and pressed his lips down harder. Her left hand immediately went to the back of his neck to keep him there. Ziva's hair was inclosing him and the smell was intoxicating. He couldn't have removed himself if he wanted to and Ziva would probably not have let him anyways.

Tony felt around the couch with his mouth still on her neck for the quilt that rest there. When he found it he kissed his way towards Ziva's lips.

"Towards the fireplace," he commanded her.

She did not protest but kept her lips locked against his. The both crawled towards the fireplace and Tony pulled away to spread out the quilt. He laid her beneath him on the quilt and leaned down to kiss her again. Ziva pulled him closer and he probed himself up on his elbows. Her tongue twisted itself around his and she ran her hands down his back making him groan and arch against her.

He slid her pants down. How could anyone's skin feel so good? He decided to verbalize this.

"Ziva," he mumbled against her lips, "you feel incredible."

She moaned an agreement and then pushed his pants down as well. She was kissing down his neck at this point, sucking at his pulse and rocking her hips into his.

"Tony, not that I don't appreciate this pace, but can we please speed things up." Her voice sounded sultry and silky to his ears. He would have done anything she asked with that voice and like a slave he immediately pulled off their undergarments. She smiled at his obedience and gently nipped at the spot below his throat.

"Mmmm…thank you," she murmured as she made her way back to his lips and then wrapped her legs around his waist. Tony shook his head and reached back to untangle her legs.

"Not just yet," he grinned and slid further south. Ziva's face went from confused to her mouth slightly opening in surprise and anticipation as she realized what he was doing. His hands ran over her inner thighs as he settled himself.

"Tony you really don't have to -" Ziva was stopped as his mouth suddenly consumed her. Immediately, her right leg hooked around his shoulder and her left hand dug into his other shoulder. Her back arched and she let out a high-pitched moan.

After several minutes of Tony's talented mouth torturing her, Ziva panted his name, trying to get his attention.

"Tony." He speed up his movements.

"Tony," She cried even more desperately, but he did not answer.

"Please, I need you to be inside me when I come."

He pulled back at that and placed a kiss on her inner thigh. He still had to unhook Ziva's leg from his back because she did not have enough willpower to move it. Once he was free he moved back up her body, kissing the now heated skin.

When he reached her face, Ziva cupped his neck and kissed him deeply. Tony took this chance to hook his arms under her back, hands coming up to cling tightly to her shoulders and then he slipped inside her. It was a particularly intimate position that required their whole bodies to stay connected. Tony normally didn't use it, but right now it seemed the only thing appropriate. Ziva must have thought that too because she moaned but still kept her hands on his neck to keep him as close as possible.

After he felt she had adjusted to his size he slid out then quickly slammed back into her. The soft whimper she made vibrated against his chest. He did it over and over again. Slamming into her in quick thrust, and then staying motionless for a few seconds to let the ecstasy of her sink into him, then suddenly repeating the hard thrust.

Ziva began to pick up his slow, firm rhythm and soon her hips were meeting his pace. Her arms were trapped around Tony's neck since his arms were locked tightly around her upper back. This resulted in Ziva's nails tickling through his scalp, along his neck and shoulders, then down his back as far as she could reach. She was engulfing him through her constant massaging, the way she moaned, her body becoming slick against his, and her hips cushioning his powerful thrust.

His head fell to her neck as he speed up his movements. They both become frantic, groaning loader each time Tony pounded into her. He felt her climax as her nails dug into the back of his neck as she threw her head back and cried out some foreign phrase that he didn't know the meaning of at the moment. He made a few more forceful thrusts and then roared into her neck as he came.

Once the blood pounding in his ears had subsided and his breathing slowed, Tony began to sit up. Ziva immediately tightened her embrace, but eyes were still closed in exhaustion.

"No," she whined like a little girl who was not getting her way. Tony laughed hoarsely and lightly kissed the dip at the base of her neck between her collarbones. His hands intertwined in her hair and he kneaded her scalp affectionately.

"I am crushing you," he mumbled to her throat.

"Stay," she merely ordered him. Tony did not argue with her even though he knew his weight must be too heavy for her. He instead turned his head to the right and laid it against her chest, feeling her lungs rise and fall beneath him. Ziva lightly began playing with his hair. Tony watched the crackling fire this way until her soothing caresses finally lulled him to sleep.

Hours later, Tony woke up to Ziva squirming beneath him. He lifted his head to look at her. She was still asleep and after she got comfortable again, stilled and sighed. It was still nighttime outside. He looked around the room then grabbed a pillow and the other blanket from Ziva's couch. He rolled off Ziva and settled on his back next to her, then covered them with the blanket.

Ziva hazily noticed the sudden loss of warmth and pressure. She turned and curled against him, enveloping his bicep with a fierce hold like he was a teddy bear. Tony watched and smiled at the sleeping woman's unexpected childlike behavior. He wondered if she was so uncharacteristically intimate with previous men and shortly feel asleep to the hope that she wasn't and he was somehow special.