A/N: hello readers, I bring to you the newest creation of my very filthy mind.
Disclaimer: I shouldn't be allowed to have unlimited, uncensored internet
Three months.
Three fucking months.
Three fucking, torturous months.
"What the hell," Tony grumbled, downing the rest of his beer before chucking the empty bottle across the room. It hit the wall and shattered, joining the already large pile of broken glass below it. He grabbed a new bottle off the table, popping the top off just as there was a quiet knock on the door.
"I'm fine," Tony yelled, thinking it was probably the cougar about the smashing glass again.
"That is not why I am here," came a small voice from behind the closed door.
"Ziva?" he mumbled, slowly pushing himself up and tripping over to the door. "What are you doing here?" he asked the woman in front of him. She was wearing a winter hat and jacket, even though it was still August, and her usual cargo pants. She had a backpack slung over her shoulder and it appeared she had been crying.
"I was trying to forget you," she answered meekly.
"Looks like that didn't work," he scoffed, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms.
"Thank you, for that reminder," she mumbled, turning her attention down to her shoes.
"Why were you trying to forget me?" he continued, his tone a bit softer.
"Because I needed to," was all she said before pushing past him into the apartment.
"Hey! where do you think you're going," he called after her.
"Well I cannot forget you, and I see you did not even try to forget me," she waved her hand at the table where there was multiple pictures of the two of them, though mostly her, littered over the surface.
"They came in handy," he mumbled, mostly to himself.
"For what?" Damn bat ears.
"For when… I get, lonely," he tried.
"Of course," she smiled for the first time before dropping her bag next to the table and looking around the room. "What happened here?" her question was directed at the pile of broken bottles.
"When the pictures didn't work," he shrugged.
"Okay, first things first, get all the alcohol you have in this pigsty and bring it to the kitchen," she told him.
"Why, are we going to get drunk and then we're going to fuck until we forget each others name?"
"Sure, why not." She watched at him for another second before heading into the kitchen. She pulled a garbage bag from the cabinet below the sink and placed it on the counter before heading back into the living room.
"Hey, Babe, where'd you go?" Tony came stumbling down the hall from his bedroom, a half empty bottle of vodka gripped in his fist.
"I am right here, Tony," Ziva responded, not looking up from where she was trying to organize the coffee table. He smiled and staggered forward, grabbing her around the waist and spinning her around to face him.
"Ton-" she tried to ask but he cut her off as he sealed his mouth over hers. Shock froze her for a split second but as soon as she realized what was happening she pushed Tony away.
"What the hell," she gasped.
"I'm drunk, now we fuck," he reached for her again but she pulled away, holding her hands up in defense.
"I am not going to have sex with you, Tony."
"But you said you would," he whined.
"No, I can't." She dropped her arms and shook her head before turning and swiftly heading down the hall, scooping up her bag as she passed it.
"Where are you going?"
"To your room," she answered simply.
"So we are going to have sex?"
"No, it is almost midnight and I am going to bed. I am going to sleep in your bed, you are going to sleep on the couch." She pointed at the piece of furniture in question before quickly disappearing down the hall.
"But you just got here," he yelled after her.
Ziva closed the door, turning to lean her back against the hard wood as she let out a deep breath, her eyes sliding shut. When she opened them again her focus was immediately drawn to a small picture on the nightstand. She walked around the king sized bed, the thought that it was new barely crossing her mind as she picked up the golden frame. It was of her and Tony, a week before they had resigned, in the park together on what he had kept hinting to be a date.
"Why?" she whispered before setting the picture down in the middle of the bed. She looked around the room for a second before walking over to the dresser and opening the top drawer.
Socks... and boxers. She grabbed a pair of the latter before closing the draw and moving to the second one.
Pants. Nope. The third one held what she had initially been looking for. She grabbed one of his Ohio State shirts before walking back to the bed. She began slowly unbuttoning her jacket, letting it fall to the floor when she was done before pulling her shirt over her head. She had promised herself that the next time she was in this room it would be Tony who undressed her, but now that wasn't looking like such a great idea.
Her pants, bra and panties joined the pile of cloths on the floor so now she was standing there naked. She reached for Tony's cloths and pulled them on, gently rubbing the fabric between her thumb and pointer finger.
Tony sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He looked around his still very messy apartment.
You couldn't have waited until she had finished you idiot? he mentally slapped himself and headed into the kitchen. He dusted off the coffee machine and started it up. While he waited for it to brew he slowly sipped a glass of water in the living room while going through his pile of photos. He skipped right over the ones of her in a bikini and the ones of her bent over and went straight for the ones of her smiling; at him he liked to think. He retrieved the coffee when it was finished, stopping before he left the kitchen to grab all of the alcohol and dump it down the sink. He put the empty bottles in the bag on the counter before returning to his pictures. He came across the one of them in the park, the same one he had framed and put on his nightstand.
He didn't know how long her had been looking at the picture for, obviously a long time because the coffee pot was dry and his muscles stiff when he heard a faint noise from down the hall. He listened for a second, but when no more sounds came he just dismissed it as Ziva snoring. He had just looked back down at the photo when he heard the noise again, louder this time.
You have to be imagining this, DiNozzo, he tried to convince himself. He got up and took a few steps along the edge of the carpet. Damn it, you're not drunk anymore. He tiptoed over to his room and pressed his ear to the closed door.
"Tony." No mistaking that noise. He slowly pushed the door open and peeked inside.
"Ziva?" he asked the darkness.
"Tonyyy." Fuck that was hot, he thought.
"Ziva, are you…"
"Yes," came her breathless answer. "Turn the light on, I want to see you."
No, don't do it. She's going to kill you. Nope, nope. Aw shit, what the hell. He reached out and flicked the light on and was immediately graced with the most wonderful sight her had ever seen: Ziva David, in his bed wearing his cloths, well, half wearing, with her fingers buried deep inside of her dripping wet pussy.
"Tony," she mewed again, pushing his boxers even further down her legs. Her eyes fluttered open and she lifted her head so she could see him, frozen in the doorway.
"Ziva," he breathed, scratching at the wall for balance.
"Please, come help me," she begged, her fingers slipping out of her as her hand came up to join the other one where it was kneading her breasts.
"What?" Surely she hadn't just said that.
"Come fuck me," she gasped, pinching her nipples.
"Ziva?" he repeated, his hand falling from the wall as he took a step towards her.
"Please, Tony, I want you, I want you so bad." Her hand went back to her clit but he stopped her before her fingers could slip inside of her again.
"I do believe that is my job," he whispered, bringing her fingers to his mouth and gently kissing them. She gasped as his other hand began caressing her inner thigh, pulling the boxers all the way off before slowly working higher as he pulled her fingers into his mouth. He didn't hesitate to push his fingers into her pussy as he continued to suck on hers.
"Oh god that feels so good," Ziva groaned, her hips rising off the bed as she ground her clit into his hand. She reached out blindly and grabbed at his sweatpants, pushing them down over his hardened cock before taking him in her hand, pulling gently and silently ordering him to come closer. He let go of her wrist and pushed his sweatpants to the floor before climbing onto the bed as she continued to work him. She grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him down into a searing kiss. Tony gasped and pushed a third finger into her pussy.
"Turn around," she mumbled against his lips.
"What?" he was too far gone to understand what she wanted. She let go of his cock and grabbed his leg that was closet to her and guided it over her head as he shifted on the bed. His cock was in her mouth before he had time to process what had really happened.
"Oh god," he groaned, his head falling forward. Oh hey look, her pussy, he thought as his face hit his hand. He pulled his fingers from her and planted both hands on the bed to either side of her hips as he dove face first into her wetness. She gasped around his cock and rolled them over so she was lying on top of him. He merely grunted at the change in position and wrapped his hands around her legs pulling her lower body flush against his. He could feel her tensing and her movements getting sloppier so he brought his hand around, pushing three fingers into her as he continued to suck on her clit.
"Tony," she gasped, his cock falling completely out of her mouth as she tried to grind into his hand. He smiled against her and pushed his fingers deeper as he spread them apart at the same time, making her scream again. He pulled his hand away from her and replaced it with his mouth as he lapped up her orgasm.
She hadn't even finish convulsing before he lifted her off of him and threw her down into the mattress on her back. He spun around and climbed on top of her so his face was hovering above hers. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him, a smile spreading across her face.
"Hi," Tony laughed, pushing a lock of hair off her face.
"Thank you," she sighed, her head falling back into the pillow as he continued to gaze at her.
"Oh, I'm not done yet." Ziva had less then a second to be confused before he slammed into her. She gasped and arched her back off the bed in attempt to get closer to him as he pulled back again. He smiled and pushed her shirt up, bunching it around her neck as he lowered his head to suck on her breasts.
"Tony," she whined, dragging out his name as she tried to pull him closer, her fingers combing through his hair as she held his head where it was. He pushed back into her as he brought his face to level with hers. They watched each other for a second before he bowed his head and kissed her, more gently then she thought he would, as he rhythmically moved in and out of her. He grudgingly pulled away from her wanting mouth in favor of burying his face in her hair and sucking at her neck. She moaned and gripped his shoulders as she pushed up against him.
"Tony," Ziva gasped as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. "Tony, I love you."
"What happened to forgetting about me?" he didn't even miss a beat.
"Couldn't. Can't. Won't."
"Good, because I don't want you to." He gave another hard thrust that sent her flying over the edge, screaming his name as her back arched impossibly far off the mattress. He gave a few more good thrusts and spilled his seed into her, collapsing on top of her as her inner muscles milked him.
"Are you done now?" she breathed, her heart still beating rapidly in her chest.
"I could never be done with you," he mumbled into her hair. "And I love you too."