A/N: Hey so this is just a little one-shot I thought of during one of those rain storms last week. Read and review, and I was kinda thinking about making this into something more, but I don't know...
"Shit," Tony swore as the lights of the apartment went out, again.
"It is just another power outage, Tony, there is nothing to worry about."
"Yeah, but we were just getting to the good part of the movie."
"We can just rewind it."
"It's not the same, Zee-vah." He looked over at her then and their gazes met, just like they always did. They were seated on opposite ends of the couch and she had her feet resting on his lap while he had his up on her coffee table. He had mindlessly been running his hand up and down her bare leg when the television had suddenly gone black and the light in the kitchen had shut off, again. It had been raining on and off for the past week now so they were fairly used to it.
'Just gives us an excuse to watch movies all day,' Tony had said with a laugh after they had planned to go to the park one day.
"This is the sixth time it has done this during this film. I'm sick of it," he huffed, crossing his arms.
"What is wrong with you?" she asked, moving her legs off of his lap and crossing her legs as she scooted closer to Tony.
"Nothing," he mumbled, turning his head away from her.
"Yes there is," she insisted. "For the past month, every time something goes wrong you freak out and get moony."
"It's moody," he corrected, a small smile creeping onto his face.
"I know, but if correcting me makes you happy, then so be it."
"How long did it take you to figure that out?"
"About three weeks," she smirked.
"So you've been purposely making mistakes for the past eight years for my benefit?"
"No, most of those were actually mistakes. But those times you were down, they were not."
"Thanks." He reached out and gave her shoulder a small pat before letting his hands fall into his lap.
"So what's wrong, Tony?" He took a deep breath, pondering what he was going to say before continuing.
"We've been unemployed for almost a month now, and I can't remember a night that we weren't together."
"Do you want to leave?" He shook he head but didn't speak. "Then what do you want?"
"You," he whispered so quietly that she wondered if she had heard him correctly.
"Well I am right here," she stressed, reaching out and placing her hand on his knee.
"That's not what I mean," he mumbled.
"Then what do you mean, Tony? I cannot help you if you do not talk to me." He took her hand off of his knee suddenly and brought it up to his lips. Ziva watched him intently as he kiss the tips of her fingers, then her knuckles and then proceeded to kiss up her arm. She moved into a kneeing position and shifted closer to Tony. When he reached the strap of her tank top he pushed it to the side and left a sucking kiss on her collarbone. He continued up her neck until his mouth was at her ear and his cheek pressed against hers.
"I want to do more then just talk to you," he whispered against her skin, his other hand coming up to cup her cheek.
"Then go ahead," she choked out, her voice catching in her throat. He pulled back far enough to look into her eyes, making their noses brush against each other. Her eyes glinted in the moonlight from outside and it took all of his self-control not to push her back into the couch and have his way with her. Instead he settled with leaning forward and gently pressing his lips against hers.
They sat there for a moment, eyes closed and lips pressed together, not moving. Ziva pulled back first, more for need of air then the want to stop, and leaned her forehead against Tony's.
"Your lips are soft," he murmured. Holy shit, did I just say that out loud?
"As are yours." He let out a hearty laugh and fell back against the couch. He should have expected a response like that from her. Ziva watched him for a second, a smile creeping onto her face, before bracing her hand on his shoulder and throwing her right leg over him.
"I take it your still into 'this more then talking thing' then?" he asked as his hands come to rest on her upper thighs. She nodded, making his smile grow wider as she began to gently stroke the short hairs behind his ear.
"Does that mean I can kiss you again?" She nodded once more before bowing her head and pressing her mouth to his. This time he didn't waste any time in probing her lips for entrance, which she gladly granted him, her tongue dancing with his. He groaned and moved his hands further up her legs until they reached the edge of her shorts and the beginning of her tank top.
"Tony," she sighed as his fingers brushed against her bare skin, pulling back.
"What?" he asked, his tone confused, obviously not understanding what he had done wrong.
"Not yet," she shook her head slightly.
"Why?"
"I do not want to take things too fast," she answered slowly.
"We've basically been dating for the past month," he exclaimed, trying to keep his voice calm but failing miserably. He was a grown man, and she a grown woman, both with very grown up needs, and he was getting impatient. It had been nearly eight years since he had last seen her naked, felt her bare skin on his, and that wasn't even for real. The past month had been something out of a fairy tail for him, and he desperately wanted to reach his princess before it was too late.
"We've slept together, in the literal sense and completely clothed. We've gone on multiple "dates"-" he made little air quotes before resting his hands on her legs again- "and you've reveled more to me, and me to you, in the past few weeks then we have in the eight years that we've known each other. You may have called us friends in the woods all those weeks ago, but we are defiantly more then that now." She listened to his speech quietly, studying his face the entire time and knowing every word that left his mouth was true.
"I just…" she started, but trailed off. While they were sitting there the lights flicked back on, but neither seemed to care. Tony reached over and grabbed the remote, shutting the television off before returning his hand to thigh.
"I was awake last night," he continued, studying her now slightly more illuminated features.
Her eyes grew wide with fear as she realized what she was saying.
They were lying in bed, her back to him and his arm lazily draped across her waist. His breathing had been steady for some time now, his chest slowly rising and falling behind her back.
"Tony?" she had asked the darkness. His breathing faltered ever so slightly but then continued on normally. He wanted to hear what she had to say completely uncensored. "I love you," she whispered.
Tony had desperately wanted to say the words back to her, but he knew that she thought he was asleep and didn't want to hear those words cross his lips just yet. Instead he grunted and tightened his grip around her, burying his face in her hair.
"You- you heard, what I said?" she choked out, unable to say the actual words.
"Yes," he nodded.
"I am sorry." She made to get off him, but he stopped her with an arm around her waist, forcing her body against his.
"I love you too, Ziva," he whispered against her lips before kissing her again.
"Are you just saying that to get out of my pants?"
"No," he answered truthfully, and she could see it in his eyes.
"Because I do want you in my pants." She brought her mouth down on his again and she felt him smile.
"You use your mistakes in interrogation too," he stated when they parted a moment later.
"Yup," she nodded breathlessly before leaning back slightly and yanking her shirt over her head. Her elbows landed back on his shoulders as she started playing with the hair above his ear.
"Are you sure?" Tony asked as he milked up her mostly naked torso. He wanted to reach out and touch, taste, her smooth skin, but he needed to make sure she was confident about this first.
"I want you, Tony," she muttered as she continued to stroke his hair. He didn't say anything else, just brought his hand up and gently laid it right above her hip. Her skin was soft under his rough, calloused hand. His other hand came up to cup her cheek and he brought her face down his. Their lips met in a gentle kiss as the hand on her waist began to explore the contours of her body; roaming to her back and tracing the two dimples above the flare of her ass before traveling to her front, skimming across her taunt abdomen muscles and below the swell of her breasts. His hand followed this path a couple times as theirs tongues tangled together before he reached up and popped the clasp holding her bra shut. They both paused as the fabric slackened, leaning back to look at each other. Ziva let the small piece of silky cloth slide down her arms before she discarded it to the side with her shirt.
She let his gaze linger on her naked chest for a second before she brought his eyes back to hers with some light fingers on his chin.
"Make love to me, Tony," she whispered. He nodded, capturing her lips once more as he wrapped his arms around her waist and stood. She tried not to gasp, with little success, and wrapped her legs around him as he slowly walked to her bedroom. He laid her down softly on the mattress, breaking away from her mouth only so he could see where they were going.
"I love you, Tony DiNozzo," she muttered as he kissed her neck. "I love you so much." She continued her mutterings as she pulled at the collar of his shirt, she wanted to feel him, his warm skin against hers. She was finally able to have him, and now that she did, she wanted all of him.
He sat back and tugged the shirt over his head seconds before he was tackled into the mattress again, Ziva now lying on top of him with her lips pressed to his. They were now lying backwards on the bed with their feet on the pillows and Tony's head hanging over the edge. He could care less about the pain in his neck though, all he could concentrate on at that moment was the woman above him and how good it felt to finally be this way with her.
"Ziva," he groaned, his hands landing on her back for a moment before sliding down and under her shorts. She groaned too and reached for the button on his jeans, pulling at it forcefully.
"I thought we were going to make love," he whispered, against her ear as she began nibbling at his.
"I need you now," she whined, attempting to push his slacked pants down his legs. He grabbed both of her wrists with one hand and pushed himself into a sitting position with the other, Ziva still firmly seated across his lap.
"I do too, but I want this to be special, Ziva, not just some crazy, lust filled screw."
"Okay," she nodded biting at her bottom lip as she let him roll them over so they were situated the correct way on the bed once more.
"I so desperately want this to be special," he whispered before tenderly kissing her. He broke away from her lips a second later and placed a gentle kiss her cheek.
"Please, Tony," she begged, running her hands across his chest before locking them behind his neck.
"I want to do this right," he said, kissing behind her ear as he slowly trailed his hand down her torso. "I want to make sweet love to you, Ziva." She shivered, half because of his hot breath against her ear and half because of his words.
"Yes," she pleaded, trying to pull his head down to hers. He let her and their lips met again as he pulled at her cotton shorts. She moaned and her hips rose off the bed when his hand brushed the inside of her leg.
"Relax," he muttered softly in her ear. She ignored him and completely kicked her shorts off of her legs. "Relax," he repeated, gently stroking her cheek and pressing a light kiss to her lips.
"May I?" she asked, continuing to pay no heed to his request and rubbing the fabric of his jeans and boxers. He nodded, realizing that her was getting nowhere, and lifted his hips slightly as she pushed the fabric off with her feet. He kicked them the rest of the way off and then lowed his weight back onto her.
"Your turn," he muttered against her lips before kissing her again, hooking his finger in the waistband of her panties.
"Please," she whimpered, her hips rising to meet his. He smiled and pressed his lips to the hollow of her throat as he slowly drew the fabric down her long slender legs.
"You ready?" he asked, looking down into her eyes.
"Yes, Tony, please. I love you and I'm ready, I want you." She pulled his into another searing kiss as she gripped him in her fist and aligned him with her entrance.
"I love you so much," he muttered against her lips as he slid into her. She groaned and her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, keeping him where he was.
"Move," she ordered, her voice a couple octaves lower then normal. He followed her command and slowly pulled back as much as he could with the restraint of her legs.
"Tony," she whimpered as he almost completely left her, but that quickly turned into a groan as he pushed back into her. He found a steady rhythm, thrusting in and out of her as she clawed at his back.
It was amazing, greater then he had ever imagined. The feel of her moving around him was almost more then he could handle, but her was determined to make this great for her too. He wanted to watch her come first, and then join her in the ecstasy after. He wanted to watch his former-Mossad partner, who hid behind a façade of showing no emotion, fall apart as she came.
He wanted to her to be entirely at his mercy.
"Tony," she mewed, dragging out his name. He turned his head and kissed her neck before lifting his head to look down at her, brushing a lose strand of hair away from her face. He was staring down into her chocolate orbs as she came around him. She tried to hold eye contact with him for as long as possible, but eventually her head pressed into the pillow, eyes squeezed shut, as her back arched off the bed and she screamed out his name. He watched in awe as she rode the high and it took all of his self-restraint not to follow her over the pinnacle of pleasure.
"You okay?" he asked a second after her back fell back into the bed and her body stopped convulsing. Though he felt she should be the one asking if he was okay, he could feel the cuts on his back burning from her nails and he knew there would be bruises where her heels had been digging into his back. Not to mention the fact that his cock was still throbbing inside her. But her only response was to throw her weight up and roll them over, keeping her legs locked around him so they stayed connected.
"Oh yes," she said, her wild hair falling around them as she leaned down and kissed him. She began slowly rocking her hips back and forth, rolling them in small, vertical circles as she pounded down on him, eliciting a groan from his lips. She swallowed the noise and ground her hips harder against his.
"Oh god, Ziva, yes?" he gasped, his hands sliding along the curves of her body; over her back and then up to cup her breasts. One hand continued to roll her nipple between the pads of his fingers while the other came around to cup the back of her head. This time when her hips snapped forward he thrust up at the same time.
"Tony!" she howled, gripping onto his shoulders. He could tell she was getting close once more, which was good because he didn't know how much longer he could hold on for.
"Ziva," he groaned. "Come for me, come with me."
"Tony," she cried, burying her face in his neck. A few thrusts later and she was coming again and this time he didn't try to hold back. With a grunt that sounded suspiciously like her name, and he wouldn't deny that it was, he spilled into her. She whimpered, the feeling of Tony pumping his seed into her too much to handle, as she rode out what had to be the most intense orgasm of her life.
They lay there panting, not knowing what to do and not wanting to move from the others embrace.
After a minute Ziva lifted her head from Tony's shoulder and looked down at his still flushed features. Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked up at her in the near dark, her eyes reflecting the light from outside.
"Tony…" she started but trailed off after that, unsure of what to say.
"Did you regret this?" he asked, his voice barely audible. Her eyes widened and she shook her head, causing her hair to fly about.
"The only thing I regret is not doing this sooner."
"Does that mean we can have sex again?" rephrasing his question from earlier.
"As soon as you are up for it," she graced him with a smile as she squeezed her internal muscles around his soft cock, which was still inside of her. He groaned and pulled her hips against his.
"Give me another second," he half sobbed.
