Playing House
by
hollytiger
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS but thank god the writers are finally gettting Tiva together. Tonight's episode had me *Squee* and it's rare when I do that! :)
Summary: Tag to 09x12: Housekeeping. Rated M. What happened after Ray's call to Ziva? Tony and Ziva continue their conversation with several drinks.
"So he's back, eh?" asked Tony as Ziva ended her call. Tony stayed seated on Ziva's desk as Ziva wandered back over towards Tony.
"Yes," nodded Ziva. "Next week."
Tony's heart skipped a beat. He had a week to tell Ziva what he really felt about her, and he'd be damned if it didn't happen tonight.
"Are we still on for drinks?" asked Tony as he got up and walked over to his desk, grabbing his backpack. Ziva nodded as she shut off her computer.
"Yes, meet you at my place and we take your car?" asked Ziva.
"Sounds good, let's go," said Tony as they strolled to the elevator. The doors opened and revealed Gibbs.
"Goodnight you two, have fun and behave," said Gibbs as he got off the elevator. Tony and Ziva looked either gobsmacked or confused at what Gibbs had implied.
"Boss?" asked Tony as Gibbs strolled to his desk.
"I mean it, DiNozzo. You know what I mean," Gibbs said, sitting in his chair. "Get out of here before I give you two the graveyard shift."
Ziva and Tony quickly entered the elevator. Ziva had taken Gibbs words differently than Tony (as she had been the gobsmacked one) and she turned to Tony as the elevator doors closed.
"Did he just give us permission...to do what I think he did?"
Tony looked at Ziva as the elevator made its descent and Tony shrugged.
"I don't know, maybe," said Tony as the elevator reached the main floor and the doors opened up. They exited the elevator and after bidding the security guard goodnight, Tony and Ziva headed to the parking lot.
"I mean, Gibbs is telling us to break Rule 12?" asked Ziva, her brow furrowing in thought.
Tony stopped as they reached Ziva's car.
"Do you want tonight to be a date?" asked Tony, leaning up against the Mini-Cooper as Ziva pulled out her keys.
"I do not know," said Ziva. "Are you asking?"
Tony drew in a deep breath. It was all or nothing now.
"Ziva, would you like to go out with me tonight on a date?" asked Tony. Ziva smiled and leaned up towards Tony.
"I'd love to," said Ziva. She kissed his cheek and Tony grinned. He opened her door for her and as Ziva climbed in and Tony closed the door, Ziva rolled the window down.
"I'll pick you up around 8:00," said Tony. "Two hours should be enough for you to get ready."
"8:00 it is," said Ziva. She started the engine and pulled out of her spot and as she drove away, Tony grinned and started doing a happy dance.
Tony raced home and jumped in the shower and after shaving, putting on some aftershave, and toweling himself off, he dressed himself in his nicest suit. The clock read 7:15, which left 45 minutes until he was supposed to pick up Ziva. Tony grabbed his wallet and keys and hurried out of his apartment. He quickly stopped at a florist that was still open and purchased a dozen long stem roses.
"She must be a very important girl," the florist had said. "If I was twenty years younger..."
Tony blushed as he paid the lady and after thanking her, he grabbed the roses and walked back out to his car. He arrived at Ziva's apartment a few moments later, the clock reading 7:55. Tony took a deep breath. It was do or die now and he wasn't going to back out now. Tony got out of the car and walked up to the building entrance. Using the key she'd given him for when he came over on movie nights, he let himself into the building and trudged up the stairs to her door. Tony knocked on the door and a few moments later, the door opened revealing Ziva in her bathrobe.
"Tony, I'm sorry I'm running late but I am having a hard time deciding what to wear, and seeing how you are dressed up I think I know what to wear now," rambled Ziva. Tony grinned cheekily as he held out the flowers for her.
"For you, my ninja," said Tony. Ziva smiled as she took the roses and breathed in their scent.
"They are beautiful," said Ziva as she let Tony inside.
"Not as beautiful as you," said Tony. Ziva grinned.
"Why Mr. DiNozzo, was that supposed to be a pickup line?" asked Ziva as she placed the roses in a vase.
"Maybe, why, did it work?" asked Tony as he walked over to her. Their faces were inches apart from each other now and Ziva smiled.
"Perhaps, we shall wait and see,"said Ziva as she kissed his cheek. "Thank you for the roses. Now let me go change and we can go."
Tony sighed as Ziva retreated to her bedroom and Tony sat on the sofa, waiting for her to finish getting ready. It seemed like an eternity, but Ziva finally reappeared in the living room and Tony's jaw nearly hit the floor as he took in the sight of what was one Special Agent Ziva David.
"Wow," whimpered Tony.
"I take it you like?" teased Ziva as she twirled around in her a-line dress. Tony whimpered. His Ninja was seducing him.
"Yes, very much," said Tony as he stood up. It was taking all of his willpower to NOT jump the Israeli Assasin and remove that dress and waltz her into the bedroom.
"Well, let's go then," said Ziva, as she grabbed her purse. Otherwise, we won't go out because we would be in my bedroom doing some not-so-Disney approved things...Ziva thought.
Fifteen minutes later, Tony and Ziva had arrived at a little French restaurant in Georgetown that stayed open later than normal and Ziva gasped.
"Tony, you brought me to Bistro Francais? I thought we were going to grab a few drinks?" asked Ziva as he pulled into the parking lot.
"Well, I didn't think going to the bar would be a proper first date, so that's why I called and made a reservation about five minutes after you pulled out of the Navy Yard."
Ziva couldn't believe it. Tony was actually romancing her, just like she had dreamt he would. Tony got out and walked around to her side of the car. He opened the door and helped Ziva out and Ziva smiled as she took his hand.
"Shall we milady?" asked Tony.
"We shall," said Ziva. They walked into the restaurant and approached the Maitre D.
"Bonjour vous avez une réservation? " asked the Maitre D
"Oui,"said Tony. "DiNozzo?"
"Ah oui, suivez-moi Monsieur DiNozzo," said the Maitre D. He led them to a table near the back of the restaurant and Tony pulled out Ziva's chair for her. The place was surprisingly busy for a weeknight and Tony noticed other couples out on a date.
"Merci, my little hairy butt," said Ziva as she sat down and Tony pushed her chair in gently. He sat down in the chair opposite Ziva and the Maitre'D handed them their menus.
"Tonight's specials are Filet Mignon, Coq au vin de Bourgogne and Magret de canard aux pommes et miel. Can I offer you something to drink?"
"A bottle of Dom," said Tony with a smile, causing Ziva to softly gasp. Dom Perignon was expensive as fuck.
"Tony!" Ziva cried softly as the Maitre D. "That is not necessary."
"Ziva, relax, tonight is worth every penny."
The Maitre D returned with their champagne, a bucket of ice and two champagne glasses. Tony tipped the Maitre D and thanked him as he popped the cork, scaring, amusing and impressing a few patrons, and poured the champagne for him and Ziva.
"A toast," said Tony quietly. "To us, to a fresh start, and to whatever the future brings us."
"To us," said Ziva as they clinked glasses. Their waiter came up moments later and took their order, Ziva ordering the lamb, and Tony ordering the Black Angus Sirloin Steak.
After they finished and paid for their meal, Tony led Ziva outside. He had called for a cab as neither of them were in any condition to drive considering they had downed the whole bottle of champagne and fifteen minutes later they were back at Ziva's apartment.
Ziva led Tony upstairs and as soon as Tony opened the door for her, her mouth was on his in a fiery kiss. The kiss was way better than the one they had shared when they had gone undercover six years ago, but that one had sparked the fire between them. This one ignited it. Tony was sure there was a difference. Tony backed Ziva into her apartment carefully and kicked the door closed. Clothes were shed in a matter of seconds and Tony picked Ziva up, never breaking contact with her lips. He carried her into the bedroom bridal-style and set her on the bed gently.
"Oh Ziva," moaned Tony as Ziva leaned forward and trailed kisses down his stomach.
"I've waited almost seven damn years for this Tony, do not tease me," said Ziva. Tony's lips met hers again and he gently guided himself into Ziva. Ziva let out a whimper as she felt him harden inside her.
"Show me you are truly a screamer," said Tony as he kissed Ziva again. He gently began to thrust inside her and Ziva moaned.
"Oh god, Tony," said Ziva. "Oh god, yes."
With every thrust, Ziva's moans would get louder and Tony's grunts would get deeper. Tony reached his climax and spilled himself into Ziva and relaxed on top of her.
"Wow," said Tony. "Zee, that, that was amazing."
"That felt so wonderful," said Ziva as she kissed his sweaty brow and he rolled over and she snuggled up into Tony.
"It felt right," said Tony. "I've been wanting to make love to you for ages."
Tony leaned over and kissed Ziva again and soon they started round two and continued their lovemaking into the night.
The next morning when Ziva awoke, she sighed as she remembered the events from the night before. She was going to go for a run, but it felt so wonderful to lay in Tony's arms that she snuggled even deeper into the crook of his arm and laid her head on his chest. This is what she wanted. Forever with Tony.
There was one slight problem. How was she going to break it to Ray when he came back? She thought about it for a moment and decided not to think on it right at that moment and drifted back to sleep.
On Monday, when they went back to work and started on a new case, Gibbs had asked them if they had been done playing house.
"Sorry to burst your bubble boss," grinned Tony. Gibbs gave him a slap on the back of the head and then patted his shoulder.
"About time you two, keep it out of the office."
TBC.