TEN SEXUAL FANTASIES BY TONY DINOZZO about none other than the Israeli beauty who sits opposite him.
NOTE: I own nothing, I wish I did but I don't. I think I'd be faintly embarrassed to see any of these played out on the show........but in my head is a different matter.
Basically, this is the way it's going to work...I think. Each chapter will have a category (ten of them) and within that category there might be a few fantasies. Got it? GOOD.
BTW I'm sorry if you don't like how I spell Halloween but that's how we do it in the UK.
I'm still relatively new, but I learnt fast that reviews make my day. Go On!!!
This is also my first smutty one........
CLOTHING
THE SEXY OFFICE NINJA CHICK
Tony lolled back in his chair with his pen between his teeth and contemplated Ziva, who was of course actually working opposite him. She was wearing combat trousers and a black top, sensible and practical clothing for the job. He had nothing wrong with this masculine approach to clothes; it did make it so much more effective when she did dress up. But sometimes....He just wished she would do the whole sassy, sexy receptionist thing. Like that was practical.
He doodled idly on his pad. He could see it now....The tight blue high waisted skirt, the white frothy shirt that would end just at the hint of her décolletage. The long, sharp, black heels that would elongate her legs, making them endless and toned. Mind you, giving Ziva David spiky black stiletto's was probably a bad idea. She would definitely think of them in the knife sense of the word. Still this was a fantasy right? He could see her in his mind's eye up on the photocopier, legs crossed. She'd of course have black spectacles, to pear over at him and long red finger nails to match her curvy red lips. Blood Red.
Tony smiled lazily at the way the real Ziva would be actually infuriated how the pencil office skirt would inhibit her movements to tiny steps, the way her nails would stop her typing properly and glasses fall to the bridge of her nose. That was probably sexier than the fantasy Ziva. Still he couldn't help glancing at the photocopier and wondering what it would be like to push her down and photocopy every single bit of her delicious body. And although crossed legs were an icon to him of feminine attraction he couldn't help wondering how far she could open her legs....now that might be difficult in the skirt. The idea of having illicit photos of Ziva to look at in his draw everyday made him literally shudder with excitement. He would, of course, have to keep them at work to keep up the interest but he would keep them under lock and key. He didn't want anyone else looking at them.
Ziva was using her Mossad skills to surreptitiously observe Tony who was looking at her and the photocopier with a dreamy smile on his face. Suddenly an idea popped into her head. She quickly typed in "photocopied bum" into Google images and put it in an email to DiNozzo with the words underneath "wishing it was mine Tony? Sweet Dreams xox p.s. If you forward this to ANYONE I will use that unspeakable thing we discussed on YOU." She pressed send.
Still in a daze Tony clicked on the email that had just popped up on his screen. His eyes widened as he saw what undeniably a photocopied rear end and underneath it the caption. He turned red and started stabbing at his computer to make it go away and not come back. Across the bullpen a completely oblivious Mcgee tutted at the way Tony was treating his piece of machinery. Ziva just smirked knowingly.
HALLOWEEN KITTY CAT
This time Tony didn't have to imagine it. Last Halloween Ziva had dressed up as a cat.....after the spooky and weird case they'd had to solve she disappeared into the ladies bathroom. Tony, who hated Halloween with a passion, had decided to finish his report that night completely forgot that she was there. He had finished his work and was in the elevator wearily rubbing his eyes. The doors were about to close when a cry of "Hold the elevator!" caused Tony to automatically hit the button. Ziva slipped in and tried not to make eye contact with Tony. He just stared. And stared. She was in tight black leather trousers, a black leather biker's jacket and spiky black stiletto boots. She had a two little black cats ears on a headband that framed you face and her nails were painted glossy...black. Her eyes were framed by smoky eye shadow and eyeliner and her lips were a striking contrast in deep blood red. Tony's mouth was literally hanging open. She didn't look at him.
Before Tony could hit the stop switch or do something the elevator doors dinged open and Ziva stepped forward. Suddenly she turned back on her spiky heel and looked at him for the first time, out from under those thick lashes. She smiled at Tony seductively and said a simple "Meow" and walked out the lift. She had a black cat's tail pinned to her bum. He swallowed slowly, watching those mesmerising hips. Oh God.
"Gear up, we got a dead marine in Norfolk, the wife's missing." Tony immediately got up and grabbed his bag, he opened his draw to get his gun and badge and saw...A black cat's tail and ears. He looked at Ziva who was again avoiding eye contact but she had that same seductive smile on her lips.
This is going to be a long term project.....but reviews would make it go a lot faster. Like? No like? Hit the green button and tell me. xox
