It took Tony six years to kiss Ziva. Really kiss her, and not while pretending to be someone else, and not while multiple people were watching on monitors.
Ironically, it was in the bullpen. It was two a.m. and Gibbs wasn't there; that's the only reason it happened. Had he been there, they never would have dared to violate rule number twelve.
But he wasn't. And so they did.
They had taken a break from their never-ending pile of paperwork and were sitting on the floor behind Tony's desk. Neither of them spoke, but it was a comfortable silence, and besides, the fact that they were sitting close enough that their hips touched was communication enough.
Out of nowhere, Ziva heard Tony say her name. She looked up to respond, but then his hand was grasping her chin and he was kissing her urgently, all the emotion that had built between them over the past few years escaping in a matter of seconds.
At first, she stiffened, but then she melted into his embrace, lifted her hands to his chest, and kissed back. It was scary and amazing and just plain intense, but it was happening, and that was what mattered. What mattered was that after all this time, they were finally moving forward.
Tony pulled away first and rested his forehead lightly against Ziva's for two seconds before abruptly standing and offering her a hand. She took it and stood, as well, and the two of them silently went back to their respective desks and resumed their work.
Except that now, it didn't seem quite so miserable.
Just wanted to write a drabbly thing about a Tiva first kiss. Review?