Tiva fic 3: Sex dates

A/N: This is something I've wanted to try for a while. Writing something to a plot that I didn't come up with myself, and basing my fanfic on another story where there's already a set course of actions I'm following.
This fanfiction is based on a Bones fanfic ("Breaking all the rules tonight") by one of my absolute favourite authors,
sleeplessinatlanta, and is written with her consent and permission, which I'm really thankful for getting :)
If you enjoy Bones, you should definitely check out her work, if you do not know it already.
I hope you will enjoy this fanfic and the plot of it, set in the NCIS universe.

Also, please note that the chapters of this fic will be shorter than the chapters I usually write, but the fic itself will be updated more often than my other fanfictions. I hope you'll enjoy reading it!

- Kote

Warning: This story, though not all chapters, is rated M for sexual content.

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or the characters in this story, and I am not making any money from any of it. It's just for fun. The idea for the plot of this fic belongs to sleeplessinatlanta.

Sex dates – chapter 1

The womens bathroom in the NCIS building was relatively quiet on the late Friday afternoon in May, and as Ziva David finished up in her booth, she could hear the sound of the last pair of high heels leaving the room, and the door closing behind the woman wearing them.

She had needed to use the bathroom before leaving work to go home for a much needed weekend. For once, the team had been promised a day where they could leave relatively early, which had allowed her to make some plans for the evening.

She buttoned her beige cargo pants, flushed the toilet and unlocked the door of the booth to go wash her hands.

When she turned on the water and moved her hands under the tap, she calmly said:

"Hello Tony"

Having sensed a presence from the moment she exited the booth, she was not surprised by the figure leaning against the wall, and allowed herself to assume that it was her partner, seeing how they had a habit of catching each other in their respective bathrooms at work.

She was however slightly worried about whether or not she would be able to get past his usual prying today. They only came to talk to each other in the bathrooms when there was something other than small-talk on their minds, and truth be told, she did not exactly feel like having to talk about personal stuff right then.

She squeezed out some liquid soap into her hand from the small container next to her as she asked him, while making eye contact with him through the large mirror in front of her.
"What is on your mind? I assume you are here to probie my mind for something?"

"It's probe, Zee-vah" he answered with his usual charming grin before continuing ".. And no. I'm here because I wanted to ask you, if you wanna go out to dinner tonight? What do you say? Some nice chinese food or something. We're actually getting off around five for once, after all."

Ziva hesitated for a moment as she moved on to dry her hands on some paper towels, choosing her words carefully.

"Umm.. No, thank you. Not today."

"Why not? Got a date?"

"No," she simply replied.
"Then why can't you go?"
"You are probing, Tony."

"You are avoiding the question, Ziva."

She glared at him, slightly irritated, but he merely raised a questioning eyebrow at her.

The truth was, that every once in a while during the last couple of months, she had met up with this guy she had gotten to know in a nightclub in town one night. They ended up having a one-night stand on the first night, mainly because Ziva found him to look a lot like Tony. Something that took a little while for her to admit to herself.
It was one of those nights, where Tony had once again bragged about some blonde bimbo he had a date with, and it left Ziva feeling both frustrated and angry. She had driven home to her apartment as soon as Gibbs had let them go, and tried getting over her frustrations the usual way. But as she lay on the bed an hour later, panting after a much needed orgasm, she still found herself unsatisfied and needing more. Needing Tony.

However.. He was the one person she just couldn't have. Couldn't make a move on. It would ruin everything, and she did not want to cross that line.

She had tried giving herself so many different reasons to stay behind that line without crossing it that, by now, she had almost lost count. Because no matter if she tried silently blaming her partners womanizing, his inability to commit, the two of them working together, or even Gibbs' rule #12, she just knew that if it was the two of them together, none of those things would matter. They would make it work, and they would be not only good, but great together.

However, her professionalism and stubbornness had kept her behind that line for the past six years, and she knew herself well enough to know that she certainly wouldn't be the one to cross it.
But despite staying on the right side of Gibbs rule and the line between co-workers and lovers, she still could not help but be incredibly attracted to Tony, as well as hurt whenever he mentioned that he had been with yet another woman.
That was how she met Michael. A tall, strong-built man with short, spiky brown hair and green eyes. Just like Tony. After they had sex the first time, she was the first one to announce that she was not looking for a relationship, and while surprised, he felt the exact same way.

However, when they met again, they fell into bed once more, and again, and later on, they ended up occasionally making booty calls. Ziva enjoyed it, and felt no emotional connection to him, which was exactly how she wanted it to be. She had had a rough year, and it was only a little over six months since she had broken up with Ray. But casual sex with Michael, she could handle.
Tonight, they had agreed to go out to dinner together before spending an entire evening and night in his bed, giving each other pleasure. Something she did not want Tony to know.
As she stared at him however, she realised that there was a very real chance, that things would not turn out the way she wanted them to.

Tony stared back at her before breaking the silence again.

"So, is it or isn't it a date?"

Ziva bit her lip, not exactly able to define the evening she had ahead of her as a date.

"Is" she replied briefly, without meeting his gaze.

He watched her closely, and the fact that she was avoiding his eyes did not pass unnoticed by him.

"You're lying. You haven't been dating anyone. I would know by now. Look... If you just don't want to spend your Friday evening with me, you can just tell me."

"Tony, that is not the case, and I am not lying to you either. It is just that.. My "date" is not a date per se. Not a regular one, that is."

"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean that I am simply meeting up with someone that I already.. See.. On a pretty regular basis, but am not going out with."

Tony stared at her disbelievingly, letting his mouth fall slightly open.
"Are you saying you have a sex date with just some random guy?" he asked loudly.

"He is not random, Tony. Michael is both skilled and good-looking, and besides.. It is not like you have never done anything like that," she tried to defend.
"That was different," he snipped quickly.

"How?"
"Just.. Are you listening to yourself, Ziva? You just got out of a relationship with Ray less than six months ago. You're still hurt. This is not you – you don't really want this!"
"Excuse me?" Ziva snarled at him before continuing "You have no idea what I want, Tony, and what I am doing is none of your business."
"It is my business!"

"What on earth makes you think that?"

"Because I am your partner, Ziva. And I want you to be happy. But apparently, that's not important to you. It's good enough to just get fucked, right?"

Tony had not yelled, but merely raised his voice. Nevertheless, their discussion had become quite heated really fast, and his last words hung in the air between them, filled with anger. He had just snapped. At that moment, he couldn't remember if he had ever spoken to her like that before, and she seemed to be as taken aback by his words as he was himself. But he was agitated, and the thought of some other guy getting to fuck her senseless, just like that, was killing him.

Ziva stood as if someone had nailed her to the spot, eyes wide and without a clue as of how to react to Tonys words. But one thing was for sure. She was angry. How dare he talk to her like that. Lecture her about something he had done on and on again in the past years. And to make matters worse, she was only having sex with Michael because of Tony to begin with!

When Ziva finally moved, it was with a stern expression on her face. She strode over to Tony and quickly got a hold of his wrists, despite his attempt to ward her off. In a matter of seconds, she had his arms twisted behind his back, and him firmly pressed up against the nearest wall.
She stood on her toes to whisper in his ear.

"Exactly, Tony," she told him huskily.

He attempted to look at her as best as he could over his shoulder with a questioning look in his eyes. Ziva continued.
"I am going to go meet up with Michael as planned, and I intend to let him fuck me thoroughly tonight. Because you have no idea how precisely that is what I need. I am tired of making myself come over and over. I need to feel a mans touch. And this guys touch just happens to be amazing, and without expectations. So I will leave now to get ready for my "date", and you are going to deal with it... Enjoy your weekend, Tony."

She knew that her dirty-talk had shocked him out of his anger, and chose to use that to her advantage by letting go of his arms and walking away from him. Leaving him alone in the womens bathroom while she walked to the bullpen, grabbed her bag, and went home.

Right then, she wanted nothing more than to just forget about their heated argument and get ready for her "date" later that same evening.

END OF CHAPTER 1

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