Tony and Ziva stood at the foot of a single sleeper bed, both perplexed by it. Their heads slowly turned towards one another, sharing a glance before looking back at the bed.
"You take the bed." Tony said, tossing his travel bag towards a wall.
"And where are you going to sleep?" Ziva asked.
Tony shrugged his shoulder, "The floor is fine."
"You cannot sleep on the floor, Tony." Ziva watched as Tony moved to a set of doors that led to a tiny balcony.
"Awww, Ziva, we're in Paris." Tony smiled, looking out towards the Eiffel Tower, "I would sleep on the street if need be."
A tiny smile washed over Ziva's face, "Is this your first time?"
"No...just my first time with you."
Ziva squinted her eyes at his comment and was about to reply when Tony turned, "Okay, I'll be right back."
"Tony, it will be dark soon, plus we need our sleep, we are scheduled to..."
"I know, I know." Tony interrupted Ziva, "We need to eat, though, don't we? A little meat, cheese on a fresh baked baguette and maybe just a smidge of wine." He expressed with a smile, "Doesn't that sound like the perfect remedy for jet lag?" He looked at her for approval.
Ziva sighed, but reluctantly nodded with a smile.
"Great." Tony grinned and rushed past her and out the door.
45 minutes later...
Ziva watched as the door to the room opened, Tony was carrying a large brown sack.
"What took you so long?" Ziva asked.
"Heh. Sorry, they just kept giving me things to taste and you know me, I can't say no to free food." Tony grinned, setting the sack on top of the bed, "Your taste buds are about to be rocked and or rolled, Miss David."
Ziva smiled up at Tony, she reached out for the sack, "What did you get?"
Tony pulled the sack away from Ziva, "Oh, no...just sit back, relax." He then dug into the sack and pulled out a freshly baked baguette, along with several packages. He pulled his knife from his pocket and smirked, "Gibbs would be proud, I remembered my knife."
Ziva laughed and pulled her knife out, "Me, too."
"Yeah, but I'll just use mine, less blood on it, ya know?" Tony quipped, dropping to his knees next to the bed. He began slicing up the baguette, topping each one with different meats and cheeses.
"Here." Tony said, lifting one the pieces of bread to Ziva's lips.
Ziva leaned her head back, but slowly opened her mouth, taking a bite. She raised her hand to her mouth and chewed, "Wow."
"I know, right?" Tony's eyes lit up, popping the half-eaten snack into his mouth.
"Hey, that was mine." Ziva scolded him with a laugh.
"Don't worry, I got about a hundred bucks worth."
Ziva gasped, "Are you seriously?"
"You only live once, Ziva." Tony smiled, holding up another piece of bread to Ziva's lips. This time she took the entire piece of bread into her mouth, along with the tips of his fingers. She giggled as she pulled away, making sure he didn't get her leftovers this time.
"Heh." Tony grinned up at her, "It only gets better from here, Ziva."
Ziva tilted her head slightly, not knowing what Tony was talking about.
"Wine." Tony said, reaching into his sack.
Ziva smiled, "Yes...wine."
Tony gargled and spat into the sink. He rinsed off his toothbrush and turned off the bathroom light, stepping back into the room.
"Come on." Ziva was laying in bed, she patted the mattress with one hand as she held the covers open with the other.
"Uhhh, what?" Tony replied.
"Get in bed." Ziva told, "I will not let you sleep on the floor."
"Ziva...the floor is fine, besides, that bed is tiny."
"Tony..." Ziva sat up, "How is your back?"
"It's...fine." Tony lied.
"Get in the bed." Ziva told him again.
"Ziva..."
"Fine." Ziva said, "If you are sleeping on the floor, so am I."
"Okay, okay." Tony gave in and made his way over to the bed, "But how are we going to do this?"
"You can spork me." Ziva let it be known.
Tony shook his head, "Excuse you?" He asked, "I can...spork you?"
"Yes." Ziva said, "Now get in."
"Heh." Tony couldn't help but chuckle.
"What?" Ziva questioned.
"I think you mean spoon, not spork."
"Oh...then what's a spork?"
"Well...imagine if a fork and a spoon had sex..." Tony began, the grin on his face widened with each word he spoke.
Ziva sighed, "Tony..."
"Right." Tony sensed Ziva was in no mood for his shenanigans and climbed into the bed and tried his best not to touch her as he situated himself, "Uhhmmm..."
"Just do it already." A grouchy and tired Ziva groaned, but took the initiative and grabbed Tony's arm and pulled it over her body and held it in place, "See, not that hard."
"Sorry." Tony whispered.
Ziva patted his arm, telling him it was okay and drifted to sleep in his embrace, almost immediately.
Tony, on the other hand, was lost in a sea of his own senses. Ziva's scent and touch made his heart pound. For the first time in a long time, he was happy and the people of Paris would experience that the next day, as would she. And maybe one day he would tell her about how that night changed him forever.
AN - Tony and chat Ziva have better chemistry than most people on TV.
AN2 - I'm maturing, I think. Ziva mentioned the word hard and Tony didn't heh or make a sexual joke or anything!