Ziva stared at herself in the mirror and wondered if she had gone mad. It was entirely possible; after all she was dressed to kill all with the intent of seducing a man that may not have the slightest interest in her. For another man she might have chosen a dress but for some reason she'd instead chosen something a bit edgier. Second skin black leather tucked into matching spike heel boots weren't out of her norm but he hadn't seen her in them before. The corset style shirt paired with a leather jacket was her own weakness; the blue was to match his eyes. Her hair was long and straight because the last time she'd worn it that way he'd smiled in appreciation. At least she thought that's what she'd seen.
Biting her lip she pushed away the doubt that threatened. She'd waited years hoping he would make a move and the occasional look her way had convinced her he wanted more than just the casual work relationship they maintained. But as the time neared to walk out her door those doubts became a loud roar. She'd heard him telling Tony he was venturing out that evening to have a drink or two. The invite had been for Tony's ears only and she'd been surprised when Tony had refused saying he had a date. Staring again in the mirror she stuck out her tongue and laughed at the effort she'd put into her appearance. He'd seen her at her very worst more than once. But the outfit was as much for her as it was for him. She wanted to walk in the bar and make a statement not only to him but to herself.
Half an hour later and she was sitting in her car staring at the door of said bar feeling her stomach churn. If she was wrong, if this went badly work would be hell and there was the chance it could go so wrong she'd have to leave NCIS. But, even that thought wasn't enough to stop her from walking toward that door. The way he'd looked at her the other day when she'd mentioned a fictitious date was what propelled her through the door. She stood blinking for a moment taking in the people in the room, the exits and searching for the man that never left her thoughts. He was talking to a woman with blond hair. The first kick of jealousy in her stomach almost made her stumble as she made her way to the bar. After a breath and ordering a shot of whiskey she could read his body language and the very clear lack of interest as he spoke.
Then he was looking at her, stopping mid-sentence his eyes swung to hers and the surprise had him watching her just long enough to force the blond to look her way as well. Ziva could feel the eyes of multiple men watching her. It wasn't arrogance just an awareness of her situation. She ignored them in favor of downing her whiskey in a single shot. Gibbs turned ever so slightly toward her and something in that subtle shift of his shoulders had her moving forward again. The blond said something and Gibbs frowned and shook his head. Ziva felt someone approaching her and ignored him as easily as she did the blond.
All her focus was zeroed in on Gibbs and holding onto her courage. Only a foot between them and she was left with what to do next, she thought about a witty hello but that wasn't what her mind was telling her to do. Instead her body had jumped into overdrive, taking in the fine cut of the suit he'd worn to work. He wore them rarely usually only to mandatory meetings like the one today. But when he did her figures never failed to itch with the urge to slide said suit off of him.
She paused momentarily when the blond glared daggers at her, she smirked and turned her attention back to the moment she'd been waiting for. She walked even closer throwing personal space to the wind. Reaching forward she let her hand wrap around his tie. It was a cliché but dammed if it didn't make her hormones stand up and dance. She met his gaze letting all of her intent show, watched a brief hint of surprise followed by naked lust and smiled again. Pulling him closer with a simple tug of the silk around his neck she pressed her lips to his. Her intention had been a brief kiss just enough to make her point. But it seemed his patience had been tested too long as well. As their mouths met she felt him wrapping an arm around her waist, her fingers dug into his shoulders all because the feel of his tongue thrusting in her mouth damn near took her off her feet.
It was almost indecent the way she kissed him back. She was staking a claim and it didn't matter who was watching. She heard a whistle, a few not so hushed whispers and a few lewd comments. None of it mattered; all that mattered was the way his hand cupped the back of her head holding her in place. The kiss could have lasted seconds or hours but when they finally broke apart she wasn't entirely steady on her feet. A heated glance at him told her he wasn't as steady as he might have liked either.
A subtle glance around them told Ziva the blond had left and that made her smile again. He saw her smile and suddenly she was blushing. That intense blue gaze stripped her bare right there in the bar and the flush on her skin followed his gaze. The surprise in them wasn't entirely gone but it was overwhelmed by satisfaction and almost smug knowledge. It seemed almost as though he'd been waiting for her to reach her breaking point. She waited; his next move would decide everything.