Brute Force
A/N This follows the conversation Ziva and Tony have in the bathroom during Endgame 7x07 about her pursuit of Chad or the lady assassin, in which Ziva says she's always liked brute force as a tactic. I thought of making a series of these, but this is the only section I wrote so far that I really liked. So for now you get it as a one-shot.
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"Who are we talking about now?"
There is just a hint of the old tease in his eyes, and Ziva returns the look. Two years ago, she would have stepped toward him slowly, seductively, forcing him back as his eyes bugged out in uncertainty until his back was pressed into the wall and she was leaning up only inches from his mouth. And then she just might have kissed him, fiercely, deeply, past the point where he could think clearly, until he was dizzy from sensation and overwhelmed by reality. She would have been too. But would have played on the brute force line, pulling at his clothes, glad to know the bathroom was locked. And within minutes she would have given over to his force, let him spin her around, pin her against the wall in turn, lift her around his hips. Ziva can feel her body flush at the image.
Even a year ago, she would at least have invaded his space, leaned up as if to kiss him. She wouldn't have done it, at least she doesn't think so, but she'd surely have given him the opportunity to try.
Ziva wishes so hard that she could be back there. Or here, back then. Instead she tosses off some case-related answer and heads out of the bathroom, her heart hammering. She cannot tell him that while she has no problem with the punching and kicking, the thought of ever having rough sex again makes her want to throw up.
Back at their desks, Ziva can feel him watching her again, knows that he can sense her tension even if he doesn't understand it. If she could make the story pass her lips, she might explain, but there are no words in any language she knows that can express what she went through, how she felt about it, how she feels about it.
But when she looks up, Tony smiles, caught, and his expression is so familiar, such a sure sign of home, that Ziva finds herself wondering when, not if, she'll be ready to push their boundaries again.