Left Your Heart Torn
Rifiuto: Non Miriena
Summary: Peace has finally come to the American Ambassador's son and the Mossad Director's daughter and their family. Settled and thriving in Ireland, the family hasn't once looked back on the past that nearly destroyed them. But when trouble begins to brew in Ireland again, they find themselves tugged into the fray, with a whole new generation about to be shaped by violence that- no matter how hard they try- they may never escape. Picks up... ten months after Counting Stars ends.
A/N: I was thinking about it, and out of all the universes I've created, I think I enjoy this one the most. I just like the interactions between the characters and the strong family dynamic the characters seem to have, and if I can, I'd love to explore it even further as the kids get older.
A/N: I also have a story in the works called 'A Child of Trouble' centered around Tim growing up in Ireland during the Troubles, and how Ziva and the team help him work through his tainted and broken childhood. First chapter of that should be up soon.
His strong hands slid over her body, pulling her closer. She let him pull her until she was pressed against his chest, and after a moment, she turned, meeting his gaze with a grin. "Good morning, baby." His response was a soft kiss before he moved to kiss her neck. She hummed softly in contentment, reaching behind her to tangle her fingers in his hair, as his arms tightened around her and he nuzzled her skin softly. Before she could say anything else, he'd flipped them over so that she was laying beneath him. "Someone's feisty this morning." She chuckled as he cut her off with a kiss.
Gently, he ran his teeth along her bottom lip, before slowly taking her lower lip in his teeth. He tugged gently on her lip before pulling away. She took the moment to flip them over and tug him to a sitting position, nestling herself comfortably into his lap. His hands slid down to gently caress her ass, pulling her closer to him, pressing her hips to his. He didn't say a word, just continued to touch and hold her, nudging his nose against hers. She searched his gaze for several minutes, whispering,
"Talk to me, baby." But all Tim did was shake his head and kiss her sweetly, running the tip of his tongue over her lower lip. She opened her mouth, letting his tongue dart gently over hers before she reciprocated. The kiss deepened, and slowly, he ran one hand up her side, tugging on the strap of her dark blue tank. With the strap down, he moved his head down and began sucking and nibbling on the soft mound of her breast. She tilted her head back, tangling her fingers in his hair as his tongue moved over soft skin. She let out a groan, allowing him to pull her tank down over her stomach. Then, he buried his face in her breasts, nipping and sucking gently on them. Suddenly, her back hit the pillows, and she moaned in soft pleasure as his tongue slid over her hardened nipple. "Tim..."
All too soon, he moved to work on her other breast, moving a hand up to fondle and caress the side he'd just abandoned. She whimpered as his thumb brushed over the sensitive skin, and she found herself pressing her hips into his. Gently, he took her nipple between his teeth and ran his tongue over the sensitive bud, forcing her to bite her lip to keep from waking the kids sound asleep in the rooms down the hall. Eventually, he pulled away, moving up and gently pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "Good morning."
She glared at him, wrapping her arms around his neck with a quick glance at the clock. Little after three. She took a deep breath, searching his face. "What was that about? Not that I mind..." He shrugged.
"Just wanted to tell you I love you." Her glare slowly morphed into a smile, and she kissed him sweetly before allowing him to check the time. "You want to go for a run?" She shrugged as he got up, enjoying the sight of him before her. She pulled the straps of her top back over her shoulders curled up in the blankets, enjoying the show as her husband got undressed.
"Now? In this weather?" She asked, glancing at the window. A light rain was falling outside, common in eastern Ireland; it was something Ziva loved. Tim turned back to her, pulling on a pair of running pants. Ziva let her dark gaze move over his chest, enjoying the muscles she loved so. Ten months had passed since the family had moved to Ireland, and the family had settled in just fine. The kids loved Ireland, as did Tim and Ziva. It had given them a fresh start, a new life away from NCIS and the pain it had caused. They'd left everyone behind- the team, the agency they'd worked for for years, their siblings and the ones they loved. They'd left the pain they'd suffered and found a new life, a much calmer, much more peaceful life in the hills of Ireland and the bustling city of Dublin.
"Why not?" He replied, coming out of the bathroom after pulling on a tank and a grabbing a dark green windbreaker after slipping into his shoe and tying them. Then, he leaned over the bed. "Besides, I thought you liked to race me." He kissed her quickly before pulling away and heading out of the room. Ziva watched him go, before quickly climbing out of bed and hurriedly got dressed, chasing after him.
She found her husband in the kitchen, their two oldest- Asher and Liron- sitting at the kitchen table, bowls of cereal in front of them. Both her boys were still sleepy, but gave her smiles as she entered. "Where's your sister?"
"Sleeping." Ziva nodded, even as she heard the creak of footsteps on the stairs, only to turn and find her only daughter, Zipporah, come into the kitchen, holding her brother's stuffed teddy bear- called Mr. Bunny Rabbit- by the hand. The little girl yawned, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. As the child joined her brothers at the table, Ziva went to Tim.
"We're gonna go for a quick run. Will you three be okay?" Tim asked; all three children nodded, yawning into their cereal. As Tim took Ziva's hand and tugged her to the back door, he muttered, "And you've been wondering why our children are such early risers?"
