Ziva David stared in the mirror, carefully brushing her long dark curls, putting much effort into not missing a single strand.
Behind her stood Tony, who was adjusting his tie and hat.
Ziva averted her eyes from the brush
that she was slowly moving through her hair to the portion of the
mirror where she could see Tony's eyes wandering down her body
dangerously low.
She simply smirked and continued making strokes
down her hair until it was perfect.
Once satisfied she picked up her jacket and spun around to find Tony ready to go with some ridiculous grin plastered on his face.
"Ready to go, sweetcheeks?" murmured Tony, watching Ziva smile slowly as she remembered the endearment from their previous undercover mission.
"If you are, my little hairy butt" replied Ziva as she stroked Tony's face with her fingers.
He extended his arm to her and she gladly took it as they walked out of their undercover home...