Author's note:

Ha, hi there people! Who of you expected me to be back so soon after the end of 'Kissing Deal', hm? I told you it wasn't that far away. Besides, I still want to brighten up your Mondays... :) As well as mine own. :D By the way, thank you all so much for the response on the epilogue, it was truly amazing and I love each of you!

So, here I am with another story – this time not that long. It all started as a one-shot but because I can't stop myself sometimes when I write (by the way, I haven't finished it yet even though I'm almost at the end), the word count went sort of beyond reasonable line for a one-shot so I decided to divide it onto parts and give you some evil cliffhangers. :D So, it'll have five or six chapters, not really sure right now. It doesn't have any particular plot, just developing one idea I got after I watched the movie and then I stared out of the window on the storm. It's casual dealing with their feelings and the sexual tension between them. That's why it has the M rating from the very beginning. But you'll have to wait to see where exactly I want to take it. ;)

I want to dedicate this whole piece to Eve (BertAndTiva) because she's totally amazing and not only very faithful reader of mine but also very devoted reviewer. Besides, she had birthday on Saturday so the least I could do to wish her happy birthday and express my gratitude towards her is to write a story for her. Welcome among adults, Eve, HAPPY BIRTHDAY again and I hope you'll enjoy this and that you won't change your view on piano like I did it with Nutella, lol. :D

Disclaimer:

I do not own NCIS or the characters, nor do I own Pretty Woman.

All mistakes are mine, English is not my first language.

Pianoforte

Chapter 1

The raindrops continued to drum on the window, leaving the splashing sound behind them as the thunderbolts appeared on the sky and the earth shook in the aftermath of the thunder. Ziva lifted her fingers to the window and traced the line of the raindrop wistfully until it merged with another one. The glass was cold but not as cold as her bare feet and both of her legs.

She stood there, staring out of the window and watching the storm outside. One of the biggest storms she has ever seen in her life, and one of the biggest in history that hit DC. It was middle of the night but she couldn't sleep. The T-shirt she wore was warm enough but she didn't have any sweatpants or something like that because she took them off. They were too big because they weren't hers. The T-shirt wasn't hers either. Hell, she wasn't even in her apartment.

It smelled of him. She had to smile again when she looked at the picture on it – Ninja Turtles. He gave it to her for sleeping, telling that Ninja girls just had to wear Ninja Turtles clothes. It was huge, it ended up right above her knees but she didn't mind. She again wondered how the hell she ended up in his apartment, wearing his T-shirt, occupying his couch and currently staring out of his window on the storm outside.

It was rather simple answer – after the drink they had tonight, they walked from the bar to his apartment since it was near his building and she had her car parked in front of it. Then the storm began and neither of them expected it. They ran together into his building as fast as they could, however it didn't help them not to get wet. By the time their reached his street, they were both drenched.

He refused to let her to drive in such miserable weather and ushered her into his apartment where he made her to get rid of those wet clothes and gave her the T-shirt, sweatpants and blanket to keep her warm. She tried to argue with him, wanting to hide herself in her lonely apartment but he insisted that she would stay here. They didn't have to go to work tomorrow, so he didn't see any reason why she couldn't stay overnight at his place.

She, on the other hand, saw a huge range of reasons why she shouldn't stay here. All caused by his confession from two months ago. Well, sixty-two days, three hours and twenty-eight minutes – if she wanted to be accurate. The confession that changed their lives forever. Love confession. Yes, as incredibly as it sounded, Tony DiNozzo was in love with her. With her.

She shook her head dismissively, wondering how the hell it could happen. She cursed the night when they were on a drink for the last time as he started to babble about how beautiful she was and before she knew it, he was looking deeply into her eyes, telling her that he couldn't hold it back anymore and told her how much he loved her, how his heart flamed with love for her. Then he kissed her and she was soaring. Cloud nine was nothing in comparison with his kiss.

All too soon she realized that it was wrong but he tried to convince her that he wasn't drunk. She believed him, telling him that it wasn't the problem. With pain in her heart and tears in her eyes, she told him that she wasn't ready for it, for them. That she needed time to think about it, to weigh the options. She assured him that it flattered her that he loved her but she needed her space to mull it over because there were too many things at stake.

Luckily, he understood it and with a guilty expression, wanted to go away. He knew that she wasn't ready, that he rushed things. But he really couldn't hold it back anymore, not to mention that the alcohol loosened up his tongue. She stopped him, reassuring him that things between them wouldn't change but they both knew that it would change everything.

For the next few weeks, she avoided him as much as possible. Even in work, she managed to be as far as she could from him. It hurt him, thinking that she tried to make him to forget about her so he cornered her one day and she apologized to him for that. She begged for few days of peace so she could think clearly and when she came to some conclusion, she would tell him immediately.

Imagine his joy when she invited him for a drink tonight, only to find out that she hadn't reached to any conclusion yet. She just wanted to apologize for the waiting, begging for his patience and hoping for... something more. He wasn't sure what the 'something more' meant, mostly because he didn't want to jump into conclusions, but she swept it under the carpet when he didn't get it and pretended that she said nothing.

That 'something more' was primarily the reason why she avoided him and why she didn't want to stay here tonight. There was always the sexual tension between them that rose on the next level by few kisses they've shared over the years and things they've gone through together but they've never crossed the line. She was sure that it was because of the amount of space they had around them because if they were closed up in a small space, the tension would be gone already, she would break eventually and they would give in to the temptation after a while. To be honest – she wasn't far away from it when they were stuck in the elevator together.

Now, she had the impression that she was in a very small space with him again. Every touch, every glance, hell even every thought that concerned him had a sexual subtext for her. Her libido screamed for him, craved for him, wanted to lick him all over, glazed with chocolate, wrapped in whipped cream, sprinkled with almonds... Hell, she didn't care – she just wanted him – moving inside her, making her scream his name, trembling under him as the wave of bliss washed over her...

She gulped and touched the window once more to suppress the sudden heat that spread over her body and made her blush. She was able to curb herself and her desires regarding him for the most of the time but since she heard his confession, she realized that he also truly wanted her in this way. And not in 'one-night-stand' way but in 'a forever' way. She didn't understand it but her mind suddenly started to produce randy, dirty, obscene and shameless thoughts, concerning certain special agent who sat across her in the bullpen.

Everytime he looked her, everytime he smiled at her, she couldn't stop the thoughts and fantasies how she dragged him into the restrooms, copy room, break room, interrogation room or elevator and pinned him to the wall, making him to please her and screw her like he, and of course she, wanted. Fuck it, she wouldn't mind even if he took her right there on her or his desk in front of everyone!

But she knew that it was impossible. He loved her, he was in love with her and that went beyond the pure lust and desire. They wouldn't be on the same page, he would search for more behind her actions while she would seek just for the immediate release so she would finally satisfy her libido and start to think clearly. And she wasn't heartless bitch to do this to him.

Despite everything, she knew that she had actual deep feelings for him. But to have those feelings was bloody different thing from admitting them, acknowledging them, accepting them, let alone to say them aloud. And she didn't want to tell him something, she wouldn't mean on one hundred percent. He deserved a lot better than just some half-truth about which she wasn't entirely convinced.

She knew that he was growing impatient, that her silence was hurting him but she didn't want to rush it. That's why she invited him for a drink tonight, to explain it to him and it seemed that he got it. However, she left out the part about her nasty thoughts regarding him and her so she didn't even try to proposition herself to him so obviously. She knew that it won't work. On the contrary – maybe it would drive him away and she didn't want it so she kept her mouth shut and just dropped few hints, hoping he would understand. Either he played dumb, or he didn't really know what she wanted from him.

If she could just relieve the tension... But having sex with him was apparently out of the question and finding it in the arms of someone else... It was tempting, it really was but she knew that it would only hurt him so she dismissed it, rather agonizing over her craving by herself. Not that it was helping, she felt all hot and bothered just when she thought about him. Still, it didn't mean that he couldn't give her the satisfaction she was looking for – there were other ways how to get there, it necessarily didn't have to involve his full participation...

And now she was standing in his living room, wearing his T-shirt and smelling his scent, watching the storm outside, completely lost in her thoughts that – by the way – made her feel horny. Just great. Fucking great. Knowing that he was just few steps away from her and she could do nothing. She couldn't even take care of her arousal by herself because she would scream his name for sure.

But how she was supposed to get rid of the pool in between her legs? She again touched the window, trying to absorb the coldness through her fingers but even though her legs were freezing, it didn't help the warmth in her belly to disappear. She felt like taking the T-shirt off but then she would be naked because she didn't wear her bra and not even her panties. But on the other hand... It could things push forward...

The lighting from outside illuminated her face and she felt as the shivers were sent down her spine because she felt his presence in the room. He watched her, she was sure of it. Another wave of undeniable desire washed over her, wondering whether he might get her previous hints and that he came here to satiate her hunger. She could feel his eyes as they roamed over her body but he didn't do anything, just admired her from the distance.

"I know you are standing there." She said quietly in attempt to make him come closer to her so she could enjoy his closeness.

He unfolded his arms and went over to her but not entirely. He stopped at his piano as he sat down on the bench and propped his elbow against the keyboards, playing few tones thanks to it. "Can't sleep?" He asked her, feasting his eyes over her face as a flash of light lightened up the room.

She started to chew on her thumb, preventing herself from making some inappropriate sound that threatened to escape out of her mouth thanks to his deep, sultry voice. Or at least she thought about it like that, it sounded to her this way. "Sort of." She answered as she watched how the water outside streamed down the street.

He didn't comment, just buried his hand into his hair while leaning against the piano as his other hand started to play soft tones. He didn't think, he just let the melody flow through his mind, let his fingers to toy with the keys. She sighed and closed her eyes, her excitement decreasing a little bit. It was more like a domestic moment, than an arousing one. It felt... good, right even. Like if it was meant to be.

She suddenly shivered as the heat that burnt inside her was slowly leaving her and the first blast of cold hit her. He noticed it even though she tried to hide it and stopped playing. He pondered whether it was safe to come nearer but before he could get deeper with this question, his legs were already taking steps to the window, leading him closer to her.

He stood right behind her back and Ziva's breath labored. The heat that seemed to abandon her few seconds ago was back there again, his proximity made her dizzy and her hands ached to touch him. She tried to focus on the storm that raged outside but that didn't prevent another set of rather improper images flashing through her mind. How much it would take to make him to pin her to the window? To make him to fuck her until she forgets her own name? Until the window will be fogged up because of the heat from their synchronic moving bodies, building the pleasure inside?

She whimpered in the attempt to stifle the moan that formed deep inside her throat and it wasn't caused just by her nasty thoughts but because he suddenly started to rub his hands alongside her arms. His wonderful, calloused hands rubbing her skin. God, how she wanted them somewhere else! She jumped up a little bit when his fingers softly brushed against her breasts, covered by the T-shirt he lent to her. Her nipples hardened and stretched up under his touch even though he probably didn't notice it.

"What are you doing?" She rasped, her voice betraying her and showing her excitement over his touches very clearly. She couldn't help herself since her legs felt like jelly so she gave into it and leaned her back against his chest comfortably, feeling his heartbeat through her shoulder-blade.

He either ignored the aroused state she was in or he was completely blind and apathetic as he continued to rub his hands over her arms from her shoulders down to her wrists. He didn't even comment that she was leaning against him which was something she did very rarely. "Warming you up. You're freezing." He replied and tried to use his hands to force the blood in her veins to flow properly. Why the hell she took off the sweatpants?

She hummed something unintelligible even though he couldn't be sure if it wasn't another whimper by any chance. It surprised him that after two months of avoiding him, she suddenly and practically sunk into his body like if she belonged there for ages. It took him all of his willpower not to seek for something more behind it. Since he told her how he felt about her, he tried to find the merest sign that would give him a proof that she felt the same.

All he got was her silence as she tried to evade his questions, then apologizes for her behavior and empty promises and pleas to give her the time. He was sure that she had to feel something, otherwise she wouldn't beg for some space and she definitely wouldn't respond to his kiss like she did. However, he sensed that something inside her changed thanks to his confession – there was another reason why she avoided him but he couldn't tell what exactly it was.

He just wished for that she would confide to him about it, instead of giving him the look he could barely stand that was so full of desire and lust. Or at least it was the way he explained it to himself – partially hoping for it, partially wanting to be it something else. He wanted her, of course did – she was gorgeous, goddess even and he couldn't call himself a man if he didn't think about her in this way, but he was in love with her. He didn't want to have a fling with her to satisfy his need and curiosity of how it was to make Ziva David completely lose herself in the pleasure, he hungered for a higher level – he wanted to make love to her.

To be honest, he was terrified with the fact that she was supposed to spend the night in his apartment, especially if he read her hints right and all she wanted from him right now was sexual entertainment. But the gentleman side of his just didn't allow him to let her drive in this storm back to her place. So he rather clenched his teeth and prepared himself for a rough night so he would be able to turn down her advances and not to react (mostly physically) to her innuendos.

He was successful – most of the time, until he pretended that he was so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open so he retreated into his room since she refused to sleep in his bed, reasoning that she was already occupying his apartment so he didn't have to give up of his bed as well. He let her – arguing with Ziva David was useless – he was reasonable enough to know it for a long time.

Not that he was tired, not at all. On the contrary – he was wired up. Sexually frustrated with her. All he wanted was to take her, right here and now – against the wall, against the door, on the piano, on the couch, in his bed, in his bathroom – he didn't care where and how but he knew he wanted to make her his. But the love for her and his feelings were holding him back and it was stronger than his libido. Maybe he had a lot of practice in controlling himself when it came to her.

He knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her. And he suspected that the reason why she avoided him was that she was afraid something might happen and they both might take it in different ways. He had to admit that he had to agree with her on this point – it would never be just sex for him and he would be furious and hurt if she gave him clear sign that it was just for one night. Which was obviously something she was looking for these days.

He was confused, he was puzzled, he felt heartbroken and yearning and truth to be said – the thoughts of her always made him to produce some nasty images in his head. However, he knew that it could happen after they'll be both on the same page for which he had to obviously wait. But he didn't know how much he would be able to take because Gibbs already started to suspect something.

He couldn't even believe himself that he was now holding her in his arms, gently rubbing her own to keep her warm while she quite clearly and openly enjoyed his worshipping. The thunderbolts continued to illuminate his living room and their two bodies at the window as the storm outside raged like if the end of the world just has begun. It was probably the only thing that distracted him enough from getting overly aroused.

She whimpered again and bit her lip adorably when he 'accidentally' brushed his fingers against her breasts once more. She immediately snuggled up to his chest even more than before and tilted her head on the right side, causing an exposition of her naked neck to his eyes as her hair fell on one side. He went on in his actions but suddenly found himself hypnotized by the beauty and attractiveness of her swan's neck and the earlobe that was tempting him to sink his teeth into it.

He suppressed a groan of his own – he felt like a vampire who had the deliciousness right in front of him but for whatever reason, couldn't get what he wanted. He closed his eyes for a while and shook his head lightly as he rather decided to focus on something else. "What's on your mind?" He asked, hoping that he will get some lengthier answer than a one-word sentence. He was curious what made her to stare out of the window in the middle of the night, wearing just the T-shirt he gave her and why she took the sweatpants off because her legs had to turn into two icicles. His apartment wasn't the warmest one right now.

She opened her eyes, not even realizing that she closed them before, because he stopped with his treatment and she gave out a whimper in protest. She didn't want to answer him – for the sake of both of them. She knew it was better to keep her mouth shut if she wasn't supposed to destroy everything they had. But how she was supposed to do it when he behaved to her like this? Touching her... Standing so close to her... She fought back the urge to grind her butt into his crotch to give him crystal clear answer.

"A lot of things." She managed to answer with a sigh as his hands returned back to their previous movements after hearing the answer. She again rather paid the attention to the raindrops, however to no avail. With him standing so close to her, there was no way she could stop thinking about him in a very improper way.

He sighed, fanning her neck with the air that came out of his nose and she noticeably shivered. It was obvious that he will have to pry everything from her, that she won't give him some intelligible reply like he hoped. "Tell me." He asked her gently, leaning very close to her ear and letting his hot breath to tickle it.

She shivered again and chuckled at his request She was also taken aback by his actions. Is he seducing her? No, that's probably just your over-excited imagination... "I do not think you would like to know about certain things that are currently running through my mind, Tony." She responded, the tone of her voice revealing which thoughts she exactly meant. He couldn't be that oblivious to her thoughts, then why he was prodding her about it?

To be honest, Tony didn't know by himself what possessed him to behave to her like that. It was just like a game for him, their teasing game they've played for years. He didn't want to think about consequences and about the way she might take some of his actions. It was a desperate attempt to get them back where they were before he was so stupid and blabbed out everything about his feelings for her. The awkwardness between them started to be unbearable for him. He wanted his ninja back.

"Why?" He asked her, repeating his actions at her ear, stopping the movement of his hands as he intertwined their fingers and embraced her from behind, putting their joined hands on her stomach, not really caring that she could kill him for it.

Ziva almost fainted in the moment he put their hands on her belly. That exact belly where the fervent war took place, causing huge and powerful waves of heat to send across her whole body. She couldn't hide her shallow breathing from him, whimpering this time from desperation and wondering whether he was really seducing her and whether this wasn't all dream. God, how she wanted his hands all over her body...

"Concerns you." She breathed out before she could stop herself. Now, it had to be totally obvious to him what thoughts she had. She licked her lips and waited eagerly for the answer.

Tony couldn't help than smile at her answer. It flattered him that her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of him as he let himself to be drawn into his small love bubble. She was thinking about him... This knowledge made him grinning like an idiot and it was warming his bruised heart like nothing else. He ignored the little voice in his head that warned him he shouldn't see such things behind it. It was stronger than him.

"Only me?" He whispered loudly enough for her to hear, wondering whether she really thought about just him and only him. It made him to feel so special and unique. And it turned his insides into a mush. Jeez, he was lovelorn...

She paused in surprise with his question. His husky voice made her skin tingle with anticipation and she really didn't understand him anymore. Is he really seducing me? It looked like that to her, or it was exactly what she wanted to see behind it. Her hopes suddenly rose up and even though she wasn't entirely sure about it, if he wanted to go with the flow, she was more than happy to participate.

She straightened back up and turned abruptly in his arms as his hands settled on her waist and she put her hands against his chest. She tried to calm her breathing as she looked into his amorous eyes and she lost in them for a while. "And me. Us." She replied after she recovered enough from his intense stare, sounding completely breathless as she pressed her chest against his.

The End of Chapter 1

So, what do you say? Hope you liked it and hope you're curious what will happen next... How will Tony react to what Ziva said? Will it lead them on the piano? Will they even get on the same page with their desires? How will they deal with all of this?

That's just few questions for which you'll get answers in the future chapters... ;) I'm just having fun dealing with very horny Ziva and with crazy in love Tony and their feelings and needs towards each other... Thanks for reading or at least stopping by. :)

Eve, once again – happy birthday! I hope you liked this piece and that you want to know how it will continue. :)

Have a nice week everyone!