"You are cutting them wrong."
"Am not. How hard is it to make a freaking paper heart chain?"
"I am telling you, you are cutting them wrong. They will fall apart, you are not leaving enough paper to hold them together."
Tony glared at his wife from across the table, continuing to cut the paper hearts the way he had been before. Putting down the scissors when he was done, he went to open up the chain to prove to her he'd been doing it right all along. The hearts hung in front of them for a moment and he smiled triumphantly. "See? I told you I wasn't -"
Before the sentence could be finished, the small links of paper holding the hearts together snapped and the chain was broken in half. He kept his arms in the air for a moment, each hand still holding the limp side of the destroyed chain, before he quickly began to crumple them, tossing them to the side.
Ziva smirked, chuckling softly, and Tony pointed an excusing finger at her. "Not a word." She held her hands up, shaking her head in defense, but kept her mouth shut. Another chuckle escaped her as Tony sat down in a huff. "Whose bright idea was it to have a Valentine's Day party anyway?"
"Your daughter," Ziva said simply, finishing the last of her own heart chains and going to unfold them. They hung properly, not breaking, and she went to string them up on the wall. "She wanted to have her little friends over for a party. I think she mostly wants that new boy to see her doll collection. She seems to have quite the little crush on him."
"Tch," he leaned back, trying once again to start cutting paper heart chains, doing his best to mimic Ziva's this time. "She's too young for crushes. And boys. We should have had her homeschooled. I told you we should have had her homeschooled."
Ziva finished hanging the hearts before going over to him, taking the craft materials from his hand and putting them onto the table. She moved over him, straddling him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Tony seemed to have lost some track of where his rant had been going, clearly too distracted by the way her hips brushed against his as she settled down in his lap.
"You are too overprotective," she mused, leaning down to place kisses along her neck. "The stress will give you a heart attack someday."
He swallowed roughly at the kisses, his hands moving up her sides, and smiled softly. "Maybe you should... distress me, then. Distract me. Distressing distractions." His hands made their way to the hem of her shirt and she shivered as she felt his fingers brush against her skin as he pushed it upwards.
"Hn. Happy Valentine's Day, Tony," she muttered into his ear, nipping at the skin.
"Y-Yeah." It came out as more of a groan than a real word. "You too, hon."