Diversion
So, I'm not on livejournal. I do have an account from when I was in high school, but after my junior year boyfriend broke up with me to our friends in his journal (so 2001, right?) I stopped using it. Anyway, I've read enough of these putting-the-pin-back-in-the-grenade prompted drabbles that I had to have a go at it. Read on! And stick around, I should have a couple new Conversations up this weekend!
They have danced around this for years. Thousands of teases, innuendos, suggestions. So many that when it comes down to it and their lips are suspended centimeters apart, the moment is exquisitely intense. Tony leans in the final distance and his lips brush hers, and Ziva is already overwhelmed. Her hands find Tony's chest to steady herself and suddenly his fingers are in her hair. This is all it takes; this one kiss, what would be a chaste moment with anyone else, will change things between them as much as if they had sex.
Then Ziva moans faintly and the time for restraint or evasion is over; Tony has her pressed into the wall and she is devouring his mouth before they can even open their eyes. Before Gibbs can even say, "You're clear, Bravo team, Johnson didn't spot you."
