Hey, all! Here's a little drabble I just did while I'm waiting for Hereafter to premiere. And I really didn't want to study for my history test. Thanks a bunch for the great reviews and PM's in response to my other two oneshots! It makes me smile :D
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The lights in the room were out, and the only way Ziva could see where she was going was by the brief flashes of lightning outside the picture windows.
She crept over to her side of the king sized bed, and carefully slid under the covers, trying not to stir her partner, who was passed out on the other side of the bed.
But he rolled over, fully awake, startling her only momentarily before she settled under the covers and into the warmth.
"I thought you were asleep." she stated, taking in his sleep-ruffled hair and the dark circles under his eyes.
"And I thought you brought pajamas." he countered, and curled one of his arms around her waist, drawing her closer to him.
"I was hot." she replied, as if that clearly explained why shy was only wearing her black bra and panties.
They were silent for a minute, and she felt herself relax even more when Tony began tracing circles on her exposed skin.
"It's raining." she whispered.
"I noticed." he said, his eyes flicking from the woman snuggled into his side to the raging storm over her shoulder.
They continued to lay just as they were, not speaking a word. But each of their minds were in overtime, wondering just what hell was going on.
They had kissed; the first had been a casual peck on the cheek from Ziva when Tony had taken her out to dinner, and the second had been more serious. The previous night, Tony had kissed her in the doorway after a near miss with a rogue shooter. It had continued from there.
"What are we doing?" she whispered into the darkness.
"An undercover operation." he replied simply, while continuing the movements of his fingertips across her warm skin.
"No. I mean us, Tony. In this hotel room. We made love last night."
"I know." he said quietly.
"Do..." she started, but faltered. When she looked at him, she saw his questioning eyes and began again hesitantly. "...do you...regret it?"
"No." was his soft response. "Not at all."
"Me neither." she said with a small smile.
"It just sort of happened. We're far from home, and I almost lost you to that gunman, Ziva. Do you know how much it would hurt me if I lost you for good?" he asked quietly, his fingers now moving up to her face.
They were silent for a few more minutes, and Ziva was calmed again by the presence of Tony's fingers in her hair.
"What happens when we return?" she asked. "Our plane leaves tomorrow."
"Well," he began, "I'd be fine if I could hold you like this during the night again."
She smiled, and he smiled too.
"Ziva, do you want to be with me?" he questioned softly.
Ziva bit her lip, but the corners of her mouth turned up a little bit, which made Tony smile.
"Yes, I suppose." she chuckled.
"Oh, you suppose?" he replied, pretending to be exasperated. "And," he kissed the tip of her nose, "what can I do to change that 'I suppose' to a 'definitely'?"
Ziva rolled her eyes and kissed his lips quickly before snuggling into his arms even further.
"Go to sleep, Anthony." she mumbled, and Tony laughed softly.
"Yes, Ziva." he replied, and kissed the top of her head before doing just that.
So, that's that. Review if you'd like; I'd love to hear what you think! Oh, and if you want to check out my YouTube videos, my username is laura4reelz. I've done a few Tiva vids :D