Summary: Tony and Ziva like to watch... enough said.
Rating: Very, very, very much "M"
Author's Note: I will be getting back to my other fic very soon, but this is my brief interlude. There's no real time frame here, it can happen whenever. No spoilers, other than a few miscellaneous lines or concepts I've borrowed from the show. I own nothing of NCIS, blah blah blah, but I do own all of the dirty thoughts that float around in my head, and I like them, so I wrote them down. For prosperity's sake, of course... Ratings and reviews are definitely welcomed and appreciated. They are my lifeblood. I need them to live. Don't deny me my lifeblood, you guys. Seriously, though, this is rather NSFW, and also seriously, why are you reading smut at work? Don't you think someone will find out? I mean- OH MY GOD LOOK BEHIND YOU!- Just kidding. No one's behind you, watching you read this... Or is there? There isn't. But you looked, didn't you? Enjoy.
It's not like he didn't do this regularly. But today he could barely make it home.
He wasn't sure what it was today. Maybe it was those tight jeans that hugged her hips so perfectly, or the way she left just the right amount of buttons unbuttoned on her blouse (still professional, but damn, she knew how to push that boundary when she felt like it), or maybe how her naturally curly hair fell wildly across her shoulders and framed her face in just the right way. He liked her hair down, and curly. There was something so... suggestive, about it. Sure, a strong ponytail could get to him too; well, really anything could on her. But when she wore her hair down, wild, like that, he could really picture how she'd look after a good round or two in the bedroom. Like his hands had been in it, holding on while he rode her hard and fast, like it had been splayed over his sheets while she writhed beneath him. Yes, God, he loved her hair down. Loved seeing just that bit of cleavage that, yeah, was probably worth dying over. Loved watching her hips sway in those jeans as she sauntered around the bullpen today.
It wouldn't be the first time he'd gotten off fantasizing about his partner. He'd be a liar if he said otherwise. A big, fat, pants-on-fire liar. But lately his one-night-stands had been fewer and further between, so he had no other way of getting out his pent-up frustrations, no waitresses or veterinarians there helping him to his release while his mind was on his Israeli ninja. Yes, while DiNozzos were masters of seduction, even DiNozzos had their dry spells. And yeah, Tony DiNozzo was in the middle of the fucking Sahara.
Maybe it was the weather? No, he's never had seasonal bad luck before. Maybe he had put on a few pounds? No, he was still in pretty excellent shape, for his age. Maybe girls were catching on to the fact that while he was fucking them, he was thinking of someone else entirely?
Maybe.
Whatever it was, he was frustrated, and horny, and Ziva really wasn't helping. At all. Sure, his senses were on high alert, and sure, he always thought she was sexy, but lately she had been too much for him to handle. So much so that he nearly sprinted to the elevator today when Gibbs finally gave them the order to go home for the evening. So much so that he was practically hard with anticipation on the drive to his apartment.
And so, with no random face to call up for the evening, Tony found himself alone in his living room, splayed out on his own couch, playing out his favorite fantasies on his own.
"Tony," his partner moaned in his head. His eyes were squeezed shut trying to picture her as clearly as possible. "It has been a long day. Let me help you relieve some of that pressure, yes?"
"Yesssss…" Tony groaned, his hand sliding over the bulge in the front of his slacks.
"Do you want me to suck you off, Tony?" Ziva whispered in his ear. "I know you love it when I do that. I know you love to feel my mouth on you."
"Oh, God, yes…" Tony whimpered. His hands worked the button on his pants, then the zipper, easing it down past his erection. He loved how his fantasy Ziva talked dirty to him. He wondered if real Ziva did that…
"I love that I can make you so crazy." Ziva teased as she kissed her way down his chest. "I love that you beg me."
"Please, yes…" Tony sighed, pushing his pants and boxer shorts down to his knees.
Ziva's hair tickled his thighs as she positioned herself over him. She gave him one last devilish grin, and then gave his shaft one good, long lick, from base to tip.
Tony cried out as he traced the path of her tongue with his fingers, finally making the contact he'd been waiting for all day. Soon his fantasy progressed, and Ziva was kissing his tip with long, wet kisses. Tony licked his palm and worked the tip of his erection in a loose fist.
"Ziva," he whimpered. "Please, more…"
Finally, what he really wanted. Ziva's mouth closed around him completely, sucking him in, her tongue swirling expertly around him, her head bobbing up and down.
"Ahhhh!..." Tony grunted, his grip tightening, and sliding further down. He didn't even need porn anymore, he really didn't, because he had his own personal fantasy Ziva doing nasty things to him in his head. He thrust into his fist, started to really work himself, because, oh yes, fantasy Ziva was sucking even harder now, moving her head even faster, and he was already so close to coming and he had barely even started…
Ziva replaced her mouth with her hand, and was jerking him fast, whispering dirty nothings into his ear. "Tony," she moaned, "I want you inside me so badly. Please, Tony, please, fuck me."
"Yes!" Tony shouted, as fantasy Ziva pulled her own jeans and panties down her legs, straddled him, and hovered above him.
Ziva slid onto shaft, wet with intense arousal, and began grinding her hips against his own. She rode Tony fast while she moaned wildly. "Yes!" she cried. "Oh, God, yes, Tony, you feel so good inside of me! Yes, Tony, yes! Fuck me, Tony, just like that!"
"Oh, fuck, oh fuck…" Tony cursed, jerking himself to the rhythm of how fantasy Ziva rode him. He could feel that pressure building within him starting to finally release, he was so close to falling over the edge, so damn close…
A knock on his door tore him back to the real world.
Fuck.
"Just a minute!" Tony managed to call out. He was still so close, he was debating whether or not to just go for it, hoping that whoever was at the door would just go away.
"Tony? It's me." Ziva's voice replied.
Double fuck.
