A/N: This song came up when my iPod was on shuffle last week and it was stuck in my head for days. I was trying to decide who I could use it for and came up with this. Not my favourite story ever but it wouldn't let go, so here it is. PS. This is as close to a song-fic as I will ever get.
Ziva slowly opened her eyes, smiling as sunshine from the beautiful summer day outside touched her face. She slid on the first piece of clothing she found, a t-shirt three sizes too big. Flipping on the radio, Ziva began humming along to the song that was playing as she straightened the covers and replaced the pillows on the bed. She didn't notice how utterly appropriate the song was until she began singing the words.
"With you, I can let my hair down, I can say anything crazy, I know you'll catch me right before I hit the ground. With nothing but a t-shirt on, I never felt so beautiful, baby as I do now. Now that I'm with you."
From the bathroom door Tony watched his wife dancing around their bedroom, her dark curls spilling over her shoulder as she twirled, eyes clear and voice carrying the tune perfectly. Grinning at the picture she made, he leaned against the door frame and waited to be noticed.
Ziva felt eyes on her and turned slowly, hand held out as her laughing gaze beckoned him closer. "Dance with me Tony," she said and he eagerly crossed the room to take her in his arms.
He held her with all care, closely to him, loving the feeling of their bodies moving in perfect rhythm together. Letting her spin out from him, Tony caught her easily, dipping her down and kissing the exposed skin on her throat, earning himself a look from his wife that made him think of things much more intimate than dancing.
Ziva stood in front of her husband as the song ended, her fingers trailing lazily down his bare chest and flirting with the waistband on his sweatpants. "You smell good," she whispered, sliding her fingers into his short hair, still damp from the shower.
Tony held back a groan and pulled her flush against him, kissing from her collarbone up to her ear. "Did I ever tell you how sexy you look in my shirt?"
She grinned wickedly and nipped gently at his shoulder. "If you keep this up we are never going to make it out of the room."
Keeping his arms around her, Tony dropped them down onto the freshly made bed. "S'okay with me Zi. After all, what are lazy Saturday mornings for?"
Pressing her lips to his, Ziva drank in his love. She broke away and whispered, "I do not care how we spend our Saturday Tony, as long as I am with you."
That was all the invitation Tony needed. Soon his t-shirt was on the floor with the sweatpants he'd been wearing and the bed covers were a mess again, but neither he nor Ziva cared. This was their favourite thing to do and echoed what each of them was thinking, I just want to be with you.
It was looking like a great weekend so far, and it wasn't even lunch time yet.