Beat of Your Heart

Rifiuto: Non Miriena

Summary: Eight years earlier, one night set them on a freefalling course of seperation, teenage parenthood, a surprise reunion, and rediscovering lost love. Now, it's time for the Ambassador's son and the Deputy Director's daughter to get their balance back. They're going to need it. Set three months after Finding Home. I recommend reading that one before starting this one, for reference.

"It doesn't seem real. Gibbs, in Mexico and not here." She slipped into bed, watching as he joined her.

"It was his choice, Tim. We cannot fault him for that." He sighed, pulling the blankets around them. She settled down, tucking her arm under her pillow. "But ken, it does not seem real." It had been three months since Tim and Ziva's small wedding in Gibbs' backyard, since their honeymoon to Nova Scotia, and only a week since Gibbs had survived a bomb blast, woken up from a coma, lost his memory, regained it, and subsequently retired. With Tim now as Senior Field Agent under Tony, the team had gotten smaller, but no less close. Asher was now enrolled in school, and still spent his time at NCIS when he got out at oh-two-thirty.

She reached up, gently brushing her fingers over his face, caressing his cheek. Since their reunion a few months ago, the young couple had spent every moment they weren't at work with their son, Asher. The boy had been conceived eight years earlier, in ISrael, when they were teenagers, during one night of rebellious teenage passion that had ended in beatings, disownment, and broken U.S.-Israeli relations. Tim had since joined NCIS, while Ziva had gotten mixed up in Mossad, before coming to America to find Asher's father and tell him of the gift he'd given her, and to get away from the danger that was her own father. He caught her hand, pressing a kiss to the soft flesh of her palm. "Ani ohev otakh." She grinned, brushing her thumb over his cheekbone.

"I love you, too."

She giggled as their lips met in a deep kiss. When they broke the kiss, she searched his beautiful green gaze, before reaching down and fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. Once the article of clothing was shed, she brought his wrist to her lips, pressing a soft kiss to the tattoo he'd had done for their son. When she met his gaze, she couldn't keep the smile that tugged at her own lips, and after a moment, she sat up. He pulled her into his lap, pressing soft kisses to her neck and shoulders as he removed her tank. Over the next several minutes, the clothing they wore ended up on the floor, and they let themselves return to that night eight years prior.

He ran one hand down her side, pulling her closer, as his lips moved down her body, leaving a trail of kisses over her soft skin. It had been years since they'd come together like this, but even with the years of separation, they still knew each others' bodies. Her fingers traced over the tattoo on his back, the very tattoo that hid the scars from the day his father nearly beat him to death with a fireplace poker after discovering his son had slept with the daughter of the Deputy Director of Mossad. He'd covered it up with a beautiful Celtic knot, and then later, after Ziva had shown up and thrown his world off balance with their son in tow, the golden Star of David.

"Oh, Timothy..." He captured her lips in his, swallowing the whimper building in her throat.

"Shh. We don't want to wake Asher." Her eyes rolled, and she took a deep breath, biting her lip as he gently entered her. A whimper escaped her lips, and she dug her nails into his back.

"I have forgotten-"

"It's been eight years-" She nodded, capturing his lips in hers and silencing him with a deep kiss. Just as they had eight years earlier, their bodies came together and their hearts began to beat as one. Her screams soon drowned out the rushing of the blood in their ears and the beating of their hearts. As they eventually came down from their high, wrapped tight in each others' arms, they distinctly heard the banging from upstairs, followed by a very aggravated,

"Keep it down or I'll call the cops!"

Sharing a glance, the couple burst out laughing. Tim propped himself onto his elbow, watching her. "I thought we were trying to keep it down." She shrugged, reaching out to brush her fingers over his lips, smiling as he kissed her fingertips softly.

"And I have told you, I am what you Americans call a screamer. You know that." He chuckled, meeting her gaze.

"And if we get caught?"

"My parents and yours are both at the dinner. There is no one here. We have the apartment to ourselves, we can do whatever we want." She grinned deviously, and he chuckled, lifting her into his arms and spinning her around. The dark blue dress she wore belled out around them as he spun with her in his arms, and after a moment, he set her on her feet, capturing her lips in a deep kiss. "Make love to me here, Tim." He searched her gaze before quickly shedding his jacket. However, the sound of footsteps stopped them, and they rushed off to her room, shutting the door softly behind them as they listened, but whoever was outside the apartment door had passed.

"Talk about close." She giggled, meeting his gaze. In the next moment, she was pressed against the door, his hands under her skirt and lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning as he pressed into her. They soon reached the bed, their clothing finding home on the floor as they let their desire take over.

"Yeah, I remember. I remember very well." He replied, capturing her lips in another deep kiss, before she curled into his arms, and let sleep carry them both away.