AN: Oh dear me it has been a while since I've updated anything! Well this is a songfic (my first and probably last) I don't really enjoy songfics, but this was my prompt. The song is by Flogging Molly.
"Devil's Dance Floor" Her breath began to speak Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o Pressed against her face Well she took me by the hand Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o The apple now is sweet Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o Well swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
As she stood right in front of me
The colour of her eyes
Were the colour of insanity
Crushed beneath her wave
Like a ship, I could not reach her shore
We're all just dancers on the Devil's Dance Floor
Swing a little more, a little more next to me
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
I could feel her insecurity
Her mother'd been a drunk
And her father was obscurity
But nothin' ever came
From a life that was a simple one
So pull yourself together girl
And have a little fun
I could see she was a fiery one
Her legs ran all the way
Up to heaven and past Avalon
Tell me somethin' girl, what it is you have in store
She said come with me now
On the Devil's Dance Floor
Swing a little more, a little more next to me
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
Swing a little more, a little more next to me
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
Oh much sweeter than it ought to be
Another little bite
I don't think there is much hope for me
The sweat beneath her brow
Travels all the way
An' headin' south
This bleedin' heart's cryin'
Cause there's no way out
Swing a little more, a little more next to me
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
Swing a little more, a little more next to me
Swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-o
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
Swing a little more, on the Devil's Dance Floor
He doesn't really know why he is here. Really he should be at home, anywhere but here. The place he has spent so much of his time—work. But he can't stay away. This place holds too many memories—both good and bad, and most of the good are now tinged with regret. Kate is dead, Gibbs is in Mexico, and he doesn't really know right from wrong any more.
He had loved her—at one point. He knows that. It has been a year since they were on that roof, and he still misses her.And he loves Gibbs like a father. It has been a week since he departed with Mike Franks for a beach in Mexico. He laughs, a bitter laugh of resentment because nothing makes sense.
"Something funny, Tony?" He is face to face with Ziva David. She has snuck up on him again. It should surprise him that he is not the only one here at one AM, but it doesn't. She keeps looking at him expecting an answer. One that she knows she will never get.
He does not know what possess him to do it, but he leans down and kisses her. Slow and soft and pleading. Later he would tell her it was because of her eyes. The way they sparkled in the dim light. He doesn't care that they are breaking all of the rules.
They are too much for each other--lost in the precious oblivion of giving in. It is cliché, but in that moment he is the happiest he's been in a steady stretch. He has wanted to kiss her as long as he's known her. He has always prevented himself from doing so, even he knows the ramifications it will have, but he is past caring. She kisses him as well, but he can feel her holding back. When they break for air, she looks worried.
"My father…" He puts a finger to her lips and kisses her again.
"Have a little fun." This time she kisses him. She's going to Hell anyway she might as well have a good time doing it. She grabs his hand and lets out an uncharacteristic giggle. She leads him to the elevator where she hits the emergency stop, and they return to their kissing with renewed fervor. He goes to remove her pants and she stops him with an almost inaudible grunt.
"Not here."
"But—"
"My place. I can't do this here where—it's his. It always will be." The weight of the name she will not say hangs between them. It is still too close, and he has a feeling that this would not be happening if they both weren't so near the breaking point. This time it is he who hits the emergency stop. The elevator shudders to life as it takes them lower to the parking garage. He lets her lead him to her car, and, even though it hurts his masculinity, he lets her drive. She is fast, no nonsense, and just as vomit inducing as he remembers. They arrive at her house in record time.
Part of him knows that what they're doing is wrong, but the other part, the larger more selfish part, is telling him that it shouldn't matter. It is a simple act of rebellion, their way of telling Gibbs that they don't need him, and it backfires because now he is in love with his partner. What was meant to be a one night stand has lasted a summer, and now there's no way out.
They are both going to Hell, they might as well have fun doing it.
AN: This may be a good time to tell all of you that I will be taking a quick siesta from FF. My life is insane, and a close family friend just passed on Friday. I should be back before the end of the month, but please don't worry.