Ok so don't hate on me. This is my first story and I am sorry if there may be some spelling errors.
Disclaimer: I hate having to admit this but Tony and Ziva do not belong to me. :(
If they did then they would be severely thin and for the most part very fit because of all the sexing I would have them doing.
This is based on events after 7x01
And now TO THE STORY!
His and Her eyes
Every morning.
Every morning she woke and saw the same black eyes in the mirror.
Every morning she looked and saw not Ziva but the creature lying inside her. This creature was tortured and vulnerable and scarred. This creature was hit and kicked and bruised not by its attackers alone but by some of the most trusted people in her life.
She was scared to go back to NCIS. Not only because she would have to face the questions and looks from Gibbs the man who had become like a father to her but she would have to face Tony and she wasn't sure if she could. After she had said that she didn't trust him and she had doubted, only to learn that everything he said was true, everything he did was to protect her. Crazy that faces those thoughts were what scared her to the most. After all the years of teasing only to find something deeper and more beautiful underneath it all...
Love.
She was on her way to talk to the director when she first saw him.
Him and Mcgee were comparing eachother and she had said she found Mcgee more handsomer only because she didn't want Tony to see the emotions and feelings she was processing right then. Truthfully Tony wasn't handsome No he was beautiful in her eyes. That may sound strange but Tony had this glow about him that made her ooze with happiness.
She saw him later on.
Him and Mcgee were talking about the case and she had suggested that they use a different approach.
She hadn't meant to butt her way in but instinct and habit just took over.
She then met his eyes.
They swirled with questions, questions that she couldn't answer not yet but sometime in the future.
But then they changed into dark storm clouds and she thought that he had thought of something to make him angry, maybe she had made him angry but as she looked deeper she saw it there...
Desire.
She didn't know how it started but all of a sudden they were stripping each other and take eachother right then. She faintly heard Mcgee, something about a nutter butter? But it didn't matter because at that point they were fighting for the dominant position.
Tony had won and Ziva had to finally look away but she knew that Tony wasn't done with her then.
He would make there little fantasy a reality even if it killed him.